Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 267, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 November 1915 — Page 3

TWO ON A TRAIL

By J. F. PETERS.

When Johnson reached old Legrange’s cabin he was just ten minutes too late. He had traveled four hundred miles that spring to woo Marie Legrange. His winter’s catch had been better than at any time' in his ten years of trapping. He meant to ask the pretty French girl to come South and marry him at Winnipeg. As has been said, he was just ten minutes too late. Dufour had anticipated him by that amount of time. He had heard that Dufour was ahead of him, and, though he had no reason to suppose that Marie cared for the man, he had been vaguely uneasy. He had seen Dufour at last, when he was within ten miles of the cabin, and had spurred his tired horse onward. But when he reached the top of Birch Rise, where a few dwarfed trees afforded an uncertain cover, he saw Marie and Dufour standing in front of the cabin, and he saw Dufour take the girl in his arms. He mounted and rode away, rounding the ridge and proceeding aimlessly along the water hollow. His only thought just then was to get out of sight of Marie. She must never know his disappointment. He offsaddled and built a fire in the hollow. He had just finished cooking his bacon when he saw Dufour ride past along the top of the crest. Dufour was going northward. At first Johnson wondered why; then he remembered that the man set out a line of traps every spring in the North Fork country, where winter always lingered and some of the best furs were to be taken. In* April the fur-bearing

He Mounted and Rode Away.

animals had not yet shed their coats, rich and silky from the prolonged cold. The lay of the land was peculiar in this direction. Johnson had descended to the trail that ran along the South Fork valley. The ridge grew steadily higher, the overhanging banks were covered with brush. Johnson could follow Dufour, beneath him, perhaps three hundred feet beneath him, for two days, keeping him plainly in sight, and yet avoiding discovery. In his bitterness he gave way to an Impulse springing up in his heart against his will. He had loved Marie ever since she was a child. Dufour had stolen her. He would kill Dufour. None would ever know of the tragedy tn this desolate region. In a year or two, when Dufour's death had come to be accepted, he would go back to Marie. The idea, with which he had played at first, grew stronger, until it overwhelmed his resolution. Burning with hatred for this man who had supplanted hiin, Johnson rode cautiously along the level beneath. For a whole day he followed him. He had imagined that his enemy would start on the next day at sunrise. But when he awakened and crept stealthily toward Dufour's camp he found the fire low and Dufour gone. He saddled his horse hastily and followed him. But soon the snow began to fall, and the man's trail became obliterated. Dufour had been leading his packhorse; hoofs and footprints alike became hidden under the soft downfall.

Johnson pressed on resolutely. The snowfall became heavier. At last he was forced to halt. He dug a shelter in the hard accumulation of the winter and crept inside, leaving his horse, blanketed and tethered, under the protection of the bank. It must have been in the middle of the night that he started up. He looked out. The snow had ceased, and the stars shone brilliantly. Johnson fancied that he had heard a cry. He listened, and now there was no doubt of it. A man was crying at the bottom of the valley. Mingled with his cry came a furious snarl which had only one meaning for Johnson, and for the horse as well. Hastily he untethered the trembling animal, mounted it, and rode down. He heard the cry again, and the sound of a discharged rifle. Presently he rump upon the little shelter of Dufour. Dufour was tying outside upon his side, his rifle grasped firmly in his hand As Johnson approached his. horse snorted and reared. Johnson leaped to the ground. A dozen slinking forms disappeared in the shadows *f the stunted trees.

▲ pack of wolves had scented Du four and had attacked him. Johnson fired after them. He thought by the yelping that he had hit one; he was sure of it when he heard the beasts fighting over the body. He turned to Dufour. He saw at a glance that the man had fallen down the cliff. He was fearfully injured, and lay as If paralyzed. His horse had evidently bolted. Johnson turned his horse loose. It would have to look after itself; it might evade the wolves, but no halter or ropes could hold it there. It leaped, whinnying, into the darkness. Johnson crouched by Dufour's side, waiting. There was no time to lose in words, and he knew the almost human cunning of the wolf pack, maddened with hunger in the last days of winter. Suddenly, out of nothing, it seemed, two huge forms leaped toward them. They fell between Dufour and Johnson. Johnson clubbed his rifle and brought it down on one brute’s head. It lay quivering, silent. The other sprang at his throat. For a moment Johnson was forced back against the cliff. He felt the hot breath on hid face and heard the hiss in the throat. Then somehow he had evaded the fangs and hurled the monster from him. He swung wildly with his rifle stock. By some good fortune he struck the beast behind the ear. It fell, stunned. Then the rest of the pack was upon him. But it was beginning to grow lighter. Johnson dragged Dufour into the shelter that he had dug in the bank, and stood in front of him, waiting. Three times his rifle rang out, and each time he shot down a form that leaped in midair. It was growing quite light. The beasts were snarling over their dead. They crouched round Johnson in a half-circle, tearing at the flesh and watching him, too. A wolf prefers man’s flesh to wolf-meat. Johnson knew that, but he knew that only a concerted attack could overcome him It was dawn now. The beasts were lurking further back among the trees. Johnson fired his last two -bullets into their refuge. He heard a yelping, and in the gold of the first sunlight saw the survivors stream away through the birch thickets. Then at last he turned to Dufour. The man must have fallen all the way down the cliffs, and a glance showed him that he could not live. Dufour clutched at Johnson as he bent over him. “Forgive!" he whispered. “I followed you. I saw you in the valley. I made a detour and went behind you, to kill you—because you took the girl I loved.” Johnson stared wide-eyed at, him; he seemed to be Interpreting his own heart. “I hated you when Marie refused to marry me. Stay by me till I die. She loves you. Forgive!” whispered Dufour. Johnson clasped the man's hand in his. He waited there until the breath grew fainter, stopped. Johnson closed the dead eyes and closed the mouth of the shelter securely. Then he set his feet upon the trail back to Marie’s cabin. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.)

ALWAYS MAN’S BEST FRIEND

Dog Every Ready to Respond to the Mood, Pleasant or Otherwise, of Master He Loves. Fisher Ames, not the Revolutionary hero, but one'of his descendants, once remarked that a dog is a better friend than a human being. “For,” said he, "the dog will be at your feet, ready at any moment to respond to your mood, while a human being will go off in a huff if you do not respond to his mood.” Ames bred Airedale terries and exhibited them in Philadelphia, New York and Boston, until he won a championship for one of them, and then he lost Interest in the subject. His mood for dogs passed, but whenever it returned the dog responded as\ though he had not neglected them for other amusements.

The Eskimos have put Ames’ remark into a proverb based on a long experience in the Arctic wilds. They say that “a man’s best friend is his dog, even better than his wife.” The Brahmin blood of New England and the blubber-eating seal hunter of the North react in the same way when brought up against the facts of life. Men seem to be the same in all climates, and we have the authority of the Spaniards for saying that dogs are the same also, for their proverbmakers have concluded that “dogs have teeth in all countries.”

Unfortunate?

An old darkey appealing to a lady for aid told her that by the Dayton flood he had lost everything he had in the world, including his wife and six children. “Why,” said the lady, "I have seen you before and I have helped you. Were you not Die colored man who told me you had lost your wife and six children by the sinking of the Titanic?” “Yeth, ma’am," replied the darkey, “dat was me. Most unfort’nit man dot ever was. Can't keep a fam’ly nohow.”

Irksome Restraint.

“If you deliver that speech you have just read over to me it will jeopardize your political future,” said the friendly adviser. “What if it does?” asked the statesman, fretfully. “I've been wanting to make a speech like that for 16 years, but fear of the consequences kept me silent. If I don't get it out of my system soon it will jeopardize my heath.*

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

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IMPORTANT PART OF HOUSE

Wise Builder Will Always Provide for Porch That Is Comfortable In All Weather. • A case before the city building commissioner for decision hinges on the question whether a porch is part of a house. It is a technical point the official is to decide, involving an interpretation of the municipal building code. Technicalities aside, however, the question almost answers Itself, of course, a porch is part of a house, says the Cleveland Plain Dealer. In the modern house it is likely to be about the most important part for six or seven months of the year. Some day a monument may be erected to the memory of the person who first suggested the porch, if anyone is able to fix his identity. More probably, an investigator would find that the porch is a result of evolution like a modern locomotive or an automobile, for which no individual could claim credit. The “stoop” of our grandfathers, like the wheezy “injlne” of pioneer days, has been exalted to a position of high service and respect. Part of a house? Ask an architect or a contractor. The modern man who plans a comfortable residence himself designs the kind of porch he deems suitable to his comfort and dignity and when that is done gives secondary thought to the rest of the house. The porch must be big enough to entertain on, big enough to eat on in seasonable weather; it must be screened for protection against insect pests. If one wishes for comfort de luxe he may give his porch a fireplace and defy cool evenings to drive him inside. The sleeping porch, too, has edged its way into our social consciousness in these latter days. It also is a big part of the house. Doctors prescribe and children cry for it. Statistics indicate a general lowering death rate among Americans, rural and urban. One wonders whether the advent of the übiquitous porch has had an appreciable influence in bringing about this result. The gospel of fresh air owes some acknowledgment to this part of the house which lures men, women and children out of stuffy rooms and fills their lungs with fresh air. The porch knows no social caste; it is not a rich man’s privilege alone. The humblest home may possess it and, in fact; usually does. More power to it.

HAVE NO PLACE ON STREET

Overhead Telegraph and Trolley Wires Effectually Mar the Beauty of Any Town.

The two accompanying views show concretely the effect in making the city beautiful of the removal of telegraph and trolley wire poles from the main streets. The telegraph and high-

The Old-Time Practice of Using Poles for Supporting Overhead Electric Wires.

po-tfer electric wires are strung through the alleys while the supports for the trolley wire are anchored in the walls of buildings. The views

A Modem Street Scene, Showing the Elimination of Poles and Overhead Wires.

were taken at the intersection of State and Commercial streets, Salem, Ore., before and after the wires and poles were removed. —Popular Mechanics.

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It Made Him Think.

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No "Smoke of Battle” Now.

One of the marked features of the European conflict that distinguish it from the wars of the past is the absence of smoke on the firing line. Owing to the use of smokeless powder, no smoke is made when a rifle is discharged, while the heaviest artillery throws off nothing more than a thin mist that is invisible a hundred yards away and disappears within a few seconds after a gun is fired. Only when shrapnel or a shell explodes in the enemy’s line is there anything visible in the way of smoke, the whole purpose being to conceal the position of the guns throwing the projectiles while making the points where the projectiles explode clearly visible. The expression, "the smoke of battle,” so faithfully descriptive of the wars of the past, has little meaning when applied to a modern war. —Popular Me-, chanlcs Magazine.

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COULD DO NOTHING MORE

Captain’s Responsibility for the Safety of His Passengers Had Been Automatically Ended. The dangers of travel by sea at this time hare played havoc with the nerves of timid passengers. Early one morning recently there was considerable commotion on tbe decks of a coastwise vessel plying between Savannah and Baltimore, when a scantily clad, man hurried from his stateroom and dashed toward the upper deck. On the way he ran into the captain of the vessel. “What’s the matter, captain?*’ he managed to gasp. “HaVe we been torpedoed?” "Calm yourself, my dear sir, and be prepared for the worst," answered the official. “Oh, don’t tell me we’re going down! ’’ moaned the other. "Quick, where are the life preservers?" “They wouldn’t be of any service at this stage," explained the captain. “Too late?” quavered the despairing passenger. "Yes,” said the captain, very solemnly. “We’ve done all we can for you. You’ll have to look cut for yourself from now on. You see, we’ve just tied up to the dock."

FOUND HIS TROUSERS IN USE

Incident That Probably Would Have Embarrassed Anybody But a Citizen of Pittsburgh. A Pittsburgh man who frequently goes to Columbus, representing a boiler concern, had an adventure recently on that home of adventures—a Pullman car. He had taken an upper berth. At the time he retired the lower berth was unoccupied. But before the night was far advanced a woman took the lower berth. Just before he went to slumberland the Pittsburgher hung his trousers over the edge of the berth so as to keep them as smooth as possible. When he awoke he started to pull his trousers up, but there was a tug in the other direction. He pulled again and was again resisted. Finally he discovered that the woman had taken his trousers for a part of the draperies and had pinned to them all of her extra and extraneous hair. Gallantly he waited until she had detached her tresses, after which the trousers were made to serve their natural purpose.— Columbus Dispatch.

Swapping Armies.

It is something in these times to get a novel view of the war. Two English workmen were discussing it, obviously under the influence of a great deal of unofficial news. “It’ll be an awful long job, Sam,” said one. “It will an’ all,” replied the other. “You see, these Germans is taking thousands and thousands of Russians prisoners, and the Russians is taking thousands and thousands of German prisoners. If it keeps on, all the Russians will be in Germany and all the Germans in Russia. And then they’ll start fresh all over again, fighting to get back to their ’omes.”

Reassuring.

Nervous Old Lady (on small English railway)—Oh, dear! how were rocking! I’m sure an accident will happen to this train! Elderly Aboriginal—lt’s along o’ their bein’ short-handed wi’ skilled men, mum, so my son *e orfered to drive her just to oblige, and (confidentially) I don’t think ’e knows much about it. —Passing Show.

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