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Show In Mortal Tartl. Dr. O. C Abbott, in "Outings at Odd Times," tells a tragic tale of uu adver.fr are which once befell an old lady, "long, long ago." The Bpot where she lived was almost a wilderness, and was beset with the perils of s. new and scantily settled set-tled land. Tho now almost forgotten Camden and Amboy railroad was iu oiieration, but though scarcely a mile distant, it was as nothing to hor. She knew neither nei-ther what nor where it wins. But where the beet whortleberries gr in the bpek swamp, that was knowledge worth her possessing.'. - , , Although herconrin Abijah had killed a bear there during the winter, she did not stop to think of that, .but one day started for berries where few lunn would care to follow. With a light heart she gathered and gathered, until at length an ominous shrieking full upon her ears. "Could it be another bear?" thought she, and turned her face homeward. Her big bask't was not quite full, and ther were such loads of fruit within easy reach! This was tantalizing, but all her fJs-.nbt vanished with the second shriller, more unearthly scream. The path was ao longer plain, nor was she surefooted. -As she pitched recklessly reck-lessly forward the berries were bounced by handfuls from her basket, und finally In dspair she threw aside the basket itself. And 6till sounded through the swamp tho terrible screeching of that angry bear. At last she could seo her cottagt through the thickly set trees, but not so jilainly the tortuous path. One misstep and she sank waist deep in the yielding mud of an old well, and there she stooi ei.Teaming until her husband came to the rescue. "Do be still, Hannah," was his first remark, re-mark, after she had chokingly culled his nttention to the still audible cries of the bear, "that's only the newfangled steam lngine whistbn'f" "And to think," the old lady was wont to remark, on concluding this story, "to think I lost all them beautiful errij8!" |