Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 June 1892 — Sharks In a Ladies’ Bath. [ARTICLE]

Sharks In a Ladies’ Bath.

The last Australian mail brings a thrilling shark story from Melbourne. A Mrs.'Ffrench and a Mrs. Macmeikan were bathing with several ladies and children in the Melbourne Sea- . Baths, when Mrs. little boy, who was not bathing, noticed a large shark rapidly approaching the party, and immediately told Mrs. Durant. The boy then called out to Mrs. Macmiekan that there was a shark in the water. She glanced round and with horror saw a shark turning over within a foot of her. She kicked and splashed and nearly fainted away. The shark made for the children, going between the rope and the shore. Mrs. Macmeikan speedily recovered her presence of mind, and darted to the rescue of the children. Quickly securing Boy, this brave lady placed the child in about one foot of water. Then sjie fairned to secure Mrs. Ffrench’s child. She was just in time to effect the rescue. As she grasped the little one, and was making for the shore, the shark, with a big companion, made a dash. The undaunted woman succeeded in frightening the monsters away, and safely bore the children from all danger. Mrs. Macmeikan was much exhausted after her adventure. The battle between life and death was most exciting, and two ladies fainted. The sharks were fine specimens, the largest one being about twelve feet in length, and the other about six feet. The pair had effected an entrance into the baths through some broken pickets. Some men were subsequently called in, and succeeded in killing the smaller shark. The big one managed to get into the open sea. The men stuck a boat-hook into him six times. The shark darted through the hole and nearly smashed the boat, the jerk precipitating one of thfc harpooners into the water.—Pall Mall Gazette.

If Burrowe ever teases Tom Ochil. tree into a duel somebody is verj liable to get shot plump through the shirt bosom instead of the coat-tail. This need cause no anxiety among the friends of the florid-haired romancer from Texas, for it is the other fellow’s linen that is in danger. Tele heavens, with their everlasting faithfulness, look down on no sadder contradiction than the sluggard and the slattern in their prayers. Extbeste self-lovers will set a man's house on fire, though it were but to roast their eggs.