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fHE COAST PATROL.
rrir closer your oilskin jacket
T battle- tne swirling: snow,
for to-night's storm is the fiercest
Tfeat ver th cap did know.
T flry eyo of the lighthouse.
That has Hashed Us warnings far
Out whero tho pitiless breakers
Are pounding the eethlnjr bar,
IIss been fast closed by tne pelting
Of snow and blinding sleet.
What help Is there now for the vessel
A waif from the scattered fleet?
Co down on the wreck-strewn beaches)
Where the sea gives up Its dead; .
Terchanco there will bo one living
When the hungry waves are fed.
Oo up on the reeling headlands.
Where the sand and sleet fly fast,
I'ropclltd by a thousand furies,
pursued by the shrieking blast,
And list for the boom of the cannon1
When the tempest has paused for breath;
Jaere the mad waves are frightfully leap
ing There ure men face to face with death.
Then fight your way to the life crew,
Those seamen true and brave.
Who will battle the wildest billows,
fear not! there are lives to sav.
May the God who rules- above us
Save to-night from the storm'
wrath
Both the sailor and lonely surfman
Patrolling his wreck-strewn path.
4?eorge A. Cowen, In Boston Transcript.
wild
ICopyrlcht. 1898, by S. S. McOur.
CHAPTER, XV. Continued.
A few Inquiries informed him where
Bowers had deposltcd.his source of sup
plies, .and he watched until the miner
went for a fresh portion one evening'.
Hidcr was helplessly Intoxicated, and
Bowers had been indulging freely him
self, lie placed a little pouch contain
ing about $300 In dust in- his pocket,
and reeled out in the darkness without
the faintest thought of danger.
A heavy blow behind the earsuddenly
sent him to his knees, and a pair of
strong hands grasped his throat at the
same moment, but the owner had no
easy task to accomplish his object. The
realization of his danger fully sobered
Bowers, and w ith a stilled curse he tore
the grip from his throat and gained his
feet by main strength.
It was too dark to see his assailant,
but Hank Bowers was no coward, and
instead of attempting to flee or call for
help, he grappled silently with the
would-be robber.
It did not last long. Once his arms
were about his enemy, Bowers was.
master of the situation. Inch by inch
he bent the other back until human
with a groan the man's muscles relaxed
and he fell heavily with Bowers on
top of him.
"Struck a snag that time, didn't yer?"
he demanded, grimly, seating- himself
on the other's breast and holding his
wrists so that he could not draw a
weapon.
"Bet roe up, blast yer!" was the sullen
reply as the man tried in vain tomove.
"Want ter cet un? All right, pard.
Jest remember I've trot a gun agin yer
ribs, though, an if yer don't go all' quiet
I II let a hole-through yen"
As he snoke In; arose and allowed the
man to do likewise, keeping- a stout grip
onblscollar. I hen he said, sternly :
"Go on where I push yer. I want ter
see yer face."
A short walk brought them. 1o the
lent w hero Bider and Bowers slept, and
into this the latter conducted his pris
oner and lit a candles
The light showed the face of a man
about 30 years! with am expression of
ferocity which was revolting, but Bow
ers surveyed it with satisfaction as he
sked
"Well. Mr. Man, what made yer tackle
me? Hard up?"
"Yes."
The fellow gazed at him unflinching
Iv as he snoke.
"I t'pose yer know I could come pret
ty near hevln' ycrhungfer this job?"
"Da It, d yer, an don't talk about
it." was the prompt reply.
Bowers released his grip, produced a
1 bottle of liquor from 'has pocKet anu
held it toward his companion, saying:
"Take a drink. You're a man after
rov own heart, you be. You an' I kin
do business, I guess. How would yer
like fer lay yer paws on a couple o
hundred thou, all in dust an' nuggets?"
"What's that yer saying?" replied the
man, wiping his mouth on his coat
t!jivft n b lowered the bottle. Are
yer makin' g-ame of me or what the "
"Do I look like a chap that fooled?
snarled Bowers, angrily. "I nln'tthct
kind.: I know some chaps as has got a
few hundred pounds o' the yaller stun
til dug, an' If I had two or uircegoou
men they'd whack up the swag witn
me."
Tmyermanl" exclaimed the other,
t .. a . a 'T ain't
, looKing- mm iuu iu -
' scared or a nine uioou. muuh hiuk
snA I'll join yer!"
"Know another pood man we could
trust?" asked Bowers. "I've got a
white-livered cuss with me as I'm poin'
t cut loose from rrctty quick. Three
will be plenty ter do the job."
"Plenty ter divide with, too. Why
esu't we manage It between us?"
'Course we kin." said Bowers, "an
the fewer in It. the better. Two good
men is bcttcr'n twenty for mh a job.
Will yer stick ter me, no matter what
hsppens?
"I never went back on a chum yet,
was the nromnt reply.
"All right. Now, what' yer name,
; rrdr
"My name's Turner."
Wsll, Turner, ItV finish thlslicker
j Ifet fest Ovlng-."
It did. sot take long- to accomplish
this, and then Bowers said:
Til furnish the outfit an' take yer
where the game is ter be played. You
git one-third of ther swag- an' I git two-
thirds. That's fair, ain't it?"
"I can't kick on that,"
"All right. Now we'll pit some sleep
an to-morrer we'll see if thar's any
bosses ter be got. If I hadn't been a
chump I'd. held on ter what I brought
In with me when I come."
Oa the following- day, however, he
took a different view of the matter. It
would be Impossible to start off on the
trip without arousing- the suspicions of
Obed Bider, and Bowers decided that he
must be of the party.
'IIe's just the chap ter split on us if
we happened ter have a scrimmage an'
that was any fuss here over it. I
dassent leave him behind. We'll take
him an then he'll hev ter kecY his
mouth shut when he's in the same boat
with us."
But after two days search he was
unable to procure a single horse, so
great was the demand. His gold was
running low besides, and at last he
dare d not wait any longer. Each man
took as much provisions as he could
carry on his back, and, early one morn
ing, they started over the trail, armed
with rifles and revolvers.
When they had proceeded a few milts
on their way, Bowers said:
"Now, pards, we're out fer big game
an we re got ter be mighty smari,u
we want ter come out all right. We re
likely ter meet some o' the party we're
after any time. They can't tote all their
dust in on their backs an' then thar's
that girl. They must hev 'bout enuff
by this time an they'll like enuff send
one o the men ter Dyea after hosses
fer the pang. See?"
"That's hoss sense," replied Turner.
"Wall," continued Bowers, "we must
keep our eyes peeled that we don't let
ourselves be seen by any scch man.
It'll spile everything if we do."
It was well for his plans that he did
keep a sharp lookout, for before night
he saw a speck far ahead on the trail
which he knew at once to be a man. Be
was standing on the edge of a piece of
woods, and hiscompanions were behind
him at the time. Stepping in the shad
ow of the trees, he explaimed:
"Thar's a man comin', an' I'll bet it's
one o tnem we re alter, lie may ncv
seen me, an' it won't do fer us. all ter
hide. He won'tknowyou.Turnjcr. You
keep on an pass ther time o day with
him. Yer bound fer the fort, yer know.
Keep right on, an' we'll hide till he's
out o' sight, then we'll overtake yer."
Turner at once walked ahead, while
his two companions secreted themselves
In the underbrush. They saw Turner
stop and converse with the stranger a
few moments, when the latter drew near
them, and Bowers whispered:
"It's the man they call Taylor! ne's
goin after hosses sure!"
All unconscious of the proximity of
the two men, Taylor tramped sturdily
on, and was soon out of hearing in the
woods. Then the two left their ambush
and hurried afterTurner, who awaited
them far out on the plain.
"What did he say?" inquired Bowers,
eagerly.
"Asked me where I was bound an
whether there was any hosses ter begot
in Dyea," said Turner, who never
seemtd to waste a word.
"I knew it!" declared Bowers. "Now
all we've got ter do Is find a snug place
this side whar the trail splits an' take
It easy till the dust is under our eyes.
He'll be back pretty quick if he gits
any hosses aa' then we won't hev much
longer ter wait."
Several days later saw them securely
hidden in a piece of dense woods, but
each day was divided into watches,
when they took turns standing on sen
tinel duty. From a knoll a short dis
tance from the hut they had built the
trail was visible for fully a mile, and
from daylight to dark they watched it
closely.
Their patience was rewarded when
late one afternoon, they saw Dick Tay
lor ruling along to the north, leading a
string of horses behind him,
"Our time is most up now," said Bow
ers, grimly. "He'll fetch the mine by
to-morrer. Them two chaps with him
I've scn round Dyea. They're rich
chaps, I've hoard. He's picked 'em up
an is- goin ter sell out."
"How many will thero be of them?"
asked Turner, "an. how's, the trick ter
be done when they git here? D'yer
reckon a regular holdup, or what?"
"We might do it in thet way," said
Bowers, "an' stan the risk o' glttin'
wiped out, but it won't do ter risk it.
There'll be too many of 'cm. I've got a
scheme I'm goin' ter spring on 'em.
Let's git back under cover an' I'll tell
yet. what it is."
When they reached their rude shel
ter and lighted their pipes he outlined
his plan- a follows:
Upon sighting the party Bider was to
conceal himself in the woods near the
hut. Bowers himself was to remain in
the hut on the boughs which served
him for abed, while Turner's part was
to meet the travelers and play the role
of a decoy.
"They all know my phiz," said Bow
ers, "an some o' them knows llider.
You are the only one they don't know.
Of course, Taylor will remember tneet
ln yer the other day when hewasgoln'
In, on' yer can tell him you've met n
chap as is shot hlsiself by mistake, nn'
is almost dead. Ask one of 'em ter
tome an' see If there's any chance fer
him, or sonthin' like that. One of Vm
is sure ter come, an when he gits In
side Uie shanty we kin hold him up
darned quick."
"But what about the rctof them?"
asked Rider.
"Why, yer chump, when this one
don't come back It's ten ter one thet
another feller'll come lookin' arter
him, an woTl fix him too. Then if the
rest don't tome we'll go out with our
puns nil of a sudden an' hold cm up
We'll take all thar guns an horses on
light out lively fer Dawson City.
They'll be surs we've gone ter Dyeaan'
W61I git off clean with the gold. It's
nlgher ter Dawson Anyhow, then it la
ter Dyea. We kin. git down by water
an then take ther steamer fer Seattle,
while they're lookin fer us round Dyea
or Skaguay. Sec?" v
"Great head," said Turner, senlen
tiously, while even Bider began to be
Impressed wiUi the clever scheme. It
wtis also a great relief to know that
there was to be no bloodshed, for, bad
as he was, he had not the heart for such'
deeds when he was sober.
After carefully discussing every
phase of their villainous plot and ax
ranging the details the trio stretched
themselves on their rude beds and weTe
soon sleeping as soundly as though no
guilt rested on their minds
CHAPTER XVX
ROBBED.
All unconscious of the snare ahead of
them, the successful gold hunters rode
cheerfully along over the trail, their
gold secured on theiranimals and their
hearts filled with natural thanksgiving
at their success. They were rich rich
beyond their wildest hopes, and it had
all been done in a few short weeks.
They had registered their claims in
Dyea, but there was considerable doubt
whether they were located InAmerican
or British territory, as the boundary
line was not exactly known. This, how
ever, had been fairly explained to the
purchasers, who declared their willing
ness to take the risk. This they could
well afford to do, for they had bought
the claims for about one-quarter their
actual value, and were w:ll aware of
tho fact. They had only to register
them, in Dawson also to make them
selves safe.
Their progress was necessarily slow,
for each horse carried not only a rider,
but a large amount of gold as well.
Where the. trail was very rough the men
were forced to dismount at times, so
that It was nearly night on the second
day when the party drew near the piece
of woods where Hank Bowers and his
rascally confederates were hidden
Taylor was leading the way as they
reached the first trees, where already
the lengthening shadows were stretch
ing across the trail. The others were
stragglingalong behind him, while Tom
and Clara Avery rode side by side in
the rear.
In fact this had already become hlsi
usual place, and his devotion was so
How true It is that what man cannot
get he desires most. From the littla
lad of a few summers, to the aged gen
tleman of 80 years, there is no one. to
whom this truth docs not apply. Tho
boy sees a toy and he wants one like it.
The world will never be right with him,
he thinks, until he has a jack-in-the-box
like that of his playmate whom his
mother takes him to visit once in
awhile, and then its glory fades, and ha
must needs have a set of blocks and
build houses with them. He builds
houses for a brief space, then sees
something else and wants that. Dresses
roust soon give way to 6hort trousers or
he will never be satisfied. He is finally
put into short trousers and for a few
days he is quite the proudest creature
in the household. But the pleasure ha
gets in thinking what a man he is soon
gives way to his desire to go to school;
that Is followed by his anxiety to get
out of school and to college. But a few
years of college life, notwithstanding
its freedom from care, and its delight
ful friendships, cannot keep away the
restlessness to get out into active lifo
and to become a man of the world, tak
ing part in its struggles and its
I progress. And then ambitions of one
'kind or another come o him and he
strives nnd strives in this direction or in
that until he has attained his desire.
But the attainment thereof does not
bring with it the happiness ho had an
ticipated. He must become rich, or he
must make an artist, or a physician, or
n literary man out of himself. But
when he has done so there seems to bo
just as great a distance as before be
tween him and his long-pursued happi
ness. And thus it goes the whole life
through, one thing following another,
and each one seeming to be the great
f object of living, that upon which he
must center all his energies. This it
"divine unrest." Detroit Free Tress,
Well) what made yer Ucklo me?"
apparent that the others had come to
regard it as a foregone conclusion that
the young couple had met their fate in
each other.
Taylor was some ten yards ahead of
his party when suddenly a man hur
ried out of the woods at his left and
came directly toward him, shouting:
"Stranger! Hold on!"
Checking In his horse, Taylor allowed
the man to reach his horse's side and
then exclaimed:
"Who are you and what do you
want?"
By this time the rest of the party had
reached the spot and halted
"There's a man back in the woods a
little way here that is hurt bad," re
plied the newcomer. "Won't one o yer
come an' see if sumthln' can't be did
fer him? He's) in a bad way."
Taylor looked hard at the stranger.
Be was apparently about 40 years old,
rather tall, a scar across his thin rose,
which made his eyes seem close to
gether. It was not a face to inspire
confidence, but Dick Taylorhad notthe
slightest suspicion of danger as he
asked:
"Who is the man and where did he
come from? What's the matter with
him?"
"He's a sailor sort of a chap an his
horse throwed him, he says. Then his
pardncr skipped off an left him ter kick
ther bucket alone."
As the man spoke Taylor suddenly re
membered his face.
"Didn't I meet you not long ago on
this trail?'' he demanded.
With a well-assumed air of surprise
the man drew nearer and stared at him
a moment, then exclaimed:
"Bight yer ore, stranger! Yer was
boun fer Dyea afoot an' I was comin
this way. Didn't know yer at first. Yes.
I got 'long here tn found this feller
most dead. I knocked up a sort of a
shanty In the bush an pot him Into it,
but he's dyin sure'syer born."
"What's his name?" asked Avery,
"and who is he?"
"Says his name's Bider. Obed"
"Obed Bider!" cried Tom and the
s,econd mate, simultaneously.
"That's it! D'yer know him?" asked
the stranger.looklngat them with well
feigned surprise.
"The scoundrel!" cried Tom, jumping
from his horse. "Come, Oreen, let's go
and see if It is really him!"
But Avery spoke up at this point and
said:
"Hold on, boys! Don't po rushing off
like that! I don't take much stock In
this story. Suppose It some sort of
a trap? Bemembcr what we ore tsklng
with us."
"It's all right. Loss," urged the new
comer. "You needn't be scared o' one
man. This Bider begged me ter slay
with him an I hadn't ther heart ter
leavt him. I wouldn't leavt a dog Ui
die in the bush alone. If yer don't want
ter come, all right, but I hoped yer was
men enuff fer that. I'm goin' back ter
him. He may be dead by this time.
"Where does your man ray he's
from?' demanded Tom, his anger melt
ing away as he thought of his enemy
dying miserably by himself in this wil
derness. "He says he's from Dyea, He had a
pardner named Butters or some such
name, ne's out of his head sometimes
an goes on 'bout a lot o gold an how
some one's goin tergltheld upansech
nonsense. Then he's- got some papers
an all he thinks about whenhe see 'em
is some gold mine an a chap named
Scott.
That settles it!" cried Tom. "Corns
on, Green, we'll go.
Without waiting tohear another word
the man turned on his heel and led the
way among the stunted pines from
whence he had emerged. Tom and
Green followed him and the rest dis
mounted to await their return.
TO SB CONTINUED
MAN NEVER SATISFIED.
The Perversity of Humnn Nature
Crops Oat Even Under (he Most
Advantageous Circumstances.
WHEN FEET MADE HISTORY.
niiniarck'a Anger at French Worn
en Who Laasheil at Ills
Wife.
Brinceas Bismajck changed the po
litical history of France unwittingly,
nnd but for her the Franco-Prussian
war might never have existed. Women
create history when they least suspect
themselves of creation, and they alter
n destiny when most unmindful of
their deed. Bismarck was unfriendly
to France, but Empress Eugen c hoped
with her beauty to Influence him so
that the little trouble with France and
Germany might be smoothed over. She
therefore invited the German prince
nnd his wife to visit tho court of
Franco, nnd Prince and Princess Bis
marck arrived in great state at the
Tui lories.
That evening there was a grand re
ception nnd Eugenie received the
guests In a gown which made her so
ravishingly lovely that even Prince
Bismarck, German, stolid nnd in love
with his wife, stood and gnzed upon her
with nd miration. And Eugenie was
not slow to observe the effect of her
beauty upon him. She railed him to
her side, and Bismarck came, with his
wife upon his arm.
Now, Princess Bismarck was tall and
gaunt nnd ugly, and her feet were gen
erous. As she walked she showed f
fcrent deal of sole.
While Bismarck stood talking with
Eugenie nn audible titter was heard
nlong the line of ladies. Bismarck, w ho
was quick as n flash, followed ths
glance of their eyes nnd saw them rest
upon the feet of his wife.
That settled the matter. The polls
leal history of France wns altered front
that moment. A year later when Parii
was besieged Bismarck himself fired a
cannon over the ramparts nnd those
who were near him heard him shout:
"Take that for the feet of Princess Bis
marck!" The slight was avenged.
Philadelphia Press.
Four Ilnahanda, litit TSo IMjrnntlar.
The marrying of four husbands, be
Ing tried for bigamy nnd ycttotaeap
tho clutches of the law Is not a vctj
common occurrence. A Black poo'
woman married her fourth husband
nnd wns tried for bigamy, because her
third husband was nlive at the time
but she proved that her first husband
whom she had legal grornds for sup
posing dead when she iturrled her wo
ond, mm really niivc wnen she married
the third, making that union invalid
and the marriage of the fourth valid
which poos to prove that the maxln
that two wrong do not make one rlgh
docs not apply in English Jiw, at t.j
hate. Paris Ileralf.
PLAYING ALONE.
I tjave some building-blocks, and play
The Jolllcst games with th"in all Jay.
I pile them high upon the table.
And make the mighty Tower oC Mabel;
And then I bul!J a railway train,
With coal for freight and bags of grain.
I'm passenger ar.il engineer,
And I'm conductor, too that's queerl
Uut when I play alone, you see,
I im obliged to bo !1 three!
I build a church, with pews and choir.
And on the top a slender iilre;
And make a temple on th plan
Of one that standi In far Japan.
Just like the picture which I took
From out my last year's Christmas book.
I build a criHtle, grand and tall,
Furrounded by a thick, high wall;
Storehouses, too a solid block:
And once I built a great, w ide dock.
And poured some water In a pail, .
On wslch my paper whip could sail.
And made believe It was a Bta.
Oh, tnat was fun enough for me!
If you have blocks and toys yourowJ,
Tla not so bad to play alone!
Woodson St. George, tn Youth's Compa.r-loo.
UNIQUE-FOUR-IN-HAND.
Ncu Jrraey Clrls Have Trained Some
Turtle l'eta to Ilrnw a llolTa
Carrlncc.
There are four girls in New Bruns
wick, N. J., who devoted a good part of
their leisure time to rearing and train
ing turtles. They have about three
dozrn of them now, and of these four
were so intelligent that they were
trained to do all manner of queer
things. Among other things they were
harnessed together like a four-in-hand
and made to draw a doll's baby carriage.
The girls have now arrived at that age
when they begin to think of doing up
their hair, letting down their skirts nnd
going to parties, and though they hate
very rauch to give up their pets they
begin to find them something of a bur
den. The mere matter of feeding them
is in itself a big task. These reptiles
eat most anything, but they have a
TURTLES DRAWIN'O DOLL CAR
RIAGE. particular liking for snails and worms,
and, like grown people, they can acquire
a taste for almost anything.
Last summer, when strawberries
were plentiful, these three dozen turtles
made away with two quarts of them,
and then, bj way of nn entree, they
disposed of 217 angleworms which a
boy had been specially hired to dig for
them. So you see, catering to a turtle is
not the easiest thing In the world.
When cold weather comes on, just
before frost, these queer pets wriggle
their way down into the soft ground
as though it were quicksand, until they
are completely hidden from view.
There they remain until spring thaws
everything, when they once more re
appear. 1. Y. Herald.
ANIMAL LIFE-SAVERS.
DOG FOUGHT INDIANS.
.XtiTfounillnnJ of l'loneer Dan
'Whose Memory la Honored In
Keutuekjr Family.
How n B'et I'ony iatrtl Ilia Mnater
from J)roviilnjr nnd n 1'nt llra
cued' Her Mlatreaa.
An Interesting Incident was that in
which u jmH pony was the direct means
of saving his young master from
drowning. The two had been out to
gether fnr some miles for the usual
morning ride, nnd on the return jour
ney rode through some fields, wherein
wero some ice-covered ponds. These
the venturesome lad attempted to
cross, but In the center of the largest
the Ice gave way, and both pony nnd
rider wrre Immersed. The pony
scrambled out somehow, nnd gained
the groui'd; but returned to the aid of
its yourg maMer, who, by holding
tightly to its ample mnne, wns
dragged, safely to shore.
In another notnble incident a young
girl wn-j rescued from what might
have been a dreadful death by the
action of n pet kitten. The two had
wandered from their cottage; home
into tho woods, where the curious
girl had Inspected the hollow trunk
of nn old oak tree from the top end,
nnd In ro doing had slipped down Into
the deep cavity, and was unable to
extricate herself therefrom. The kit
ten, which appeared to understand the
trouble of its youthful mistress, re
turned home, nnd mewed piteously un
til It induced a member of the family
to go with It to the wood, where the
cauae of its distreM soon became ap
parent. Help was soon forthcoming,
and the girl was saved from what
might otherwise have bee a n living
death.
I nantlafnctor'.
Bcowells Have you rend my lakt
book. Mi-, Brlsay?
Mist .Lrisay How can you nk such
it question, Mr. Scowclls? Believe me,
T lost no time doing that.--Brooklyn
Life
Mrs. Mattie Gilbert, living near
Woodland, Ky., Is the possessor of an
oil painting, the subject of which has
an extraordinary history. The paint
ing depicts a Newfoundland dog stand
ing near the open doorway of a pioneer
cabin. This dog, "Tom" by name, was
the property of Mrs. Gilbert's grand
father, Beter Patrick, and, w ith the lat
ter, figured in the early Indian wars
In Ohio nnd Kentucky, lie was in the
battle of the Sandusky, In which Col,
Crawford was defeated; in Gen. Harm
er's defeat nt old Chillicothe; in Gen.
St. Clair's defeat, and In Anthony
Wayne's great and victorious battle on
the Maumce. 'Tom," though wound-
A Wy
V 'l i; 1-i w Hi1 SUV W WW ,k
K'J'
TOM. TIIK INDIAN FIGHTER.
ed many times, liv.-vl to a great age, and
to his death was a beloved nnd honored
member of his master's family. He
despised an Indian, nnd it is said many
a red man fell a victim to his ferocious
attacks.
The last engagement in which "Tom"
figured was probably In 17U3, when a
band of Indians attacked a small set
tlement of whites in the eastern por
tion -of Nelson county. In this attack
many of the settlers were mnssacred
nnd a number were made captives and
taken to the Indian towns in Ohio.
During this fight "Tom and his
master did yeoman service, but final
ly, seeing that all the odds were
ngninst them, they fled to the denso
forest surrounding the settlement.
They were pursued, however, by a
couple of Indian wnrriors and nn en
counter took place.
"Tom" sprang upon one of the In
dians, and notwithstanding the latter
was a brawny fellow, soon made short
work of him. The dog's master, Beter
Patrick, had not been so fortunate.
His adversary had closed in upon him
and had nearly overpowered him. At
this juncture the faithful dog at
tacked the Indian from the rear. The
latter turned upon the nnimnl nnd
struck him a vicious blow upon tho
head with his tomahawk. This mo
mentary diversion gave Patrick an ad
vantage, and he drove his knife to
tin; hilt in the Indian's heart, killing
him instantly. "Tom" and his mas
ter then succeeded in making their
way to Lynn's fort, and in time Pat
rick became nn honored citizen of
Nolan county. "Tom," though he
lived for several years afterward,
never fully recovered from the effects
of the blow he received at the hands
of tho Indian.
The picture of this remarkable dog
here shown was photographed from
the painting In the possession of tho
venerable Mrs. Gilbert. Louisvillf
Courier-Journal.
THE BITER BITTEN.
How Coco, n Mlach levoua Month
Amerlenit .Monkey, I.oat Ilia
I. tins:, l.rnrefnl Tnll.
In South America thero once lived
a young monkey named Coco, who
spent his time in playing pranks, nnd
even perpetrating cruelties upon his
friends nnd neighbors in the forest.
All the animals feared him so much
t lint they organized picket service.
The birds took turns in perching
upon the high branches of the trees,
and whenever the young monkey made
his nppearnnco shrill cries of "Look
out! here comes Coco!" resounded on
all sides. So he soon found himself
deprived of his neeustofued pleasure
the plaguing und torturing of animals
smaller nnd weaker than himself.
One afternoon, however, he though!
he saw one of the sentinels asleep on
the branch of n tree that overhung a
stream. He stealthily approached,
glancing from light to left, but there
was not a cry of alarm.
"At last I shall avenge myself,"
thought Coco.
He climbed noiselessly to the top of
the tree, nnd, hanging by the rnd of
his tail, let himself carefully down to
the branch on which the bird was
perched. It was a huge gray , bird,
with nn enormous beak. Coco bal
anced himself nnd with one paw
seized the bird's tail nnd pulled out
nil the feathers.
The bird screamed nnd the monkey
laughed, but the laugh wns suddenly
cut short. Tho bird, at first stupefied
by the sudden attack, quickly recov
ered itself, and, turning, It bit Coco's'
tail off. Howling with pain Coco fell
Into the water.
As lie limped sorrowfully home ho
was greeted on nil sides by the hiss
ingof serpents nnd the mocking laugh
ter of birds. His mother dressed the
stump of the tall, and tried to con
sole him for his loss by planning tho
fine revenge they would nve.
"No! no!" said Coco; "they might
cut off the little that remains of my
tail the next time."
The lesson had been profitable. The
bird's tail grew out again, but Colo's
remnlned short; and he was always
sad, for he was very ugly without his
long, graceful tail. CU'duviuM Bo
y.uirer.

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