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Show WORLD AMERICAN FORK. UTAH, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 18, YOL. YI. FIGHT TO A FINISH. MARIE She Think BETWEEN PANTHER AND A BEAR IN ARIZONA FOREST. Tnntla to Rhcoi tier Stolen Cab the 0 e Forlorn Precipitated Mettle That lteeulteil In tier Awful Deetlu be-Be- er The sportsman who has a hankering for exciting hunting," said an Arizona man, after listening to the story of a friend who had had several thrilling encounters with tigers in India, may have plenty of it anywhere among the mountains of eastern Arizona. Panthers like those one reads about in tales of frontier life are still to be met In all their pristine ugliness and strength. I recall a very narrow es- . cape which I and another cowboy named Burke had two years ago in one of the forests of that Btate. We were returning to camp, after an absence of several days, with a large herd of cattle, and late in the afternoon we missed two steers which had evidently entered and Btrayed away in the forest along the edge of which our Journey homeward lay. Not wishing to lose the animals in the forest, where thousands of panthers were known to abound, we allowed the cattle to go on ahead, and, urging our horses on, went in search of the beasts. We had not gone very far into the thick of the forest, which was in places covered with a heavy undergrowth of bushes, when we thought we heard a noise resembling that made by the hoofs of a Bteer in walking through bushes. As we got a little nearer to the bushes where we had heard the noise, Burke, who was a little ahead of me, suddenly reined up his horse. He must have heard something that startled him, for he waved me back and then cocked his gun. A moment later a big panther came in view, carrying a squalling cub bear in Its mouth.-- ; It carried the cub as a cat would a mouse, and as It did not appear to notice our presence, Burke took his gun from his shoulder, and we both sat there looking and wondering what the wild beast would do with its prey. Our interest was still more excited when, a few moments later, the wailing mother bear made its appearance. She was evidently afraid to tackle, the panther, and that beast appeared to know it But presently the panther put the cub on the ground, as if to get a better hold on Its neck, when the bear plunged at the panther and caught it round the body Just in front of the hind legs. Like a flash the panther flung the cub into the air, turning yanked itself loose and, quickly, Jumped at the bear. The bear knocked the panther to one side, and a second stroke of its paw sent the 'big cat flying in the bushes. But at this stage of the fight the cub squealed once more, and the mother bear, seeming to forget everything but her young one, rushed to its rescue. She had not, however, taken more than three or four stepB when the panther sprang at her throat again. Its aim was true, for It settled the claws of its fore feet In the bears shoulder and its teeth in her neck. The bear now struggled hard to shake the panther off. but she couldnt do it. Soon the panther tore the bear's entrails out with its hind claws; then it leaped away and went to smelling after the cub, which had crawled over to the tree near where we had been watching the battle. On came the panther, sniffing along the ground for the cub, which had retreated until it was within ten feet of us. Then the panther paused, and for the flrtt time turned its attention to us. Its attitude was one of defiance. It crouched and curled its lips up In a hideous snarl, and Burke, realizing the danger we were in, raised his Winchester and fired. But his aim was too high, and the savage beast sprang for my back, tearing my coat Into shreds and leaving the marks ol Its claws on my shoulder. Once again the panther was about to Jump for me, but this time Burke put a bullet In a vital spot, and the panther fell dead. We didnt stop to look around any longer that day for our steers, but the next afternoon anothet cowboy belonging to our camp ran across their remains in a gorge about half a mile away from where we had shot the panther. They had been killed and partly devoured by panthers. Domeiitlc Repartee. She (Indignantly) Now, you know X never can He word. a No, in get but get plenty of them out Detroit Free Frees. CORELLI ON SUICIDE. It en Act of Cnjutiflebla Cowardice. Hiss Marie Corelli has sent her views on suicide to the Kingston Debating Society, in the following letter, quoted In the London Mail: I may state at once that I do not consider suicide justifiable under any circum stances whatever. It is quite true that God has given us free will in the matter of ending our lives if we wish, but at the same time we muBt not forget that free will was not ours when we came into the world. There can be no doubt that we are brought into it for some purpose known only to the Creator, and it is but a cowards act to shrink nay shirk the work he has given us to do. The most difficult course is the most heroic. To die is easy; it is but the matter of a few minutes; but to live a life of hardship, toil, privation and sorrow, and to live it well, is the work of a hero. Does not our frail human nature exult and glow when we hear of some grand act of or extreme bravery, or when we read of the splendid acts of bravery and heroism that men have performed ever since the world began? Therefore, arguing a la Socrates, the most difficult is the best to do and the bravest. No; this gift of free will is a very sacred one. And who knows but that there are Invisible spectators of our acts watching as to whether we use it to the beBt of our ability, as soon as we become conscious of the gift? If we use that free will to consummate an act of cowardice suicide we Immediately state plainly that we care nothing for the precious gift of God which He gave us in the beginning, and what the result of that contempt may be we can not possibly imagine, save that cowardice is instinctively despised by both earth and heaven. TIME FOUND HER OUT it now, Nellie. Throw He loved her. He meant to tell it aside. There Is only one other that her so, and the moment for doing so need be written now. had come. The fluffy golden head was What is it? Nellie asked, a trifle very near, a few words had been wearily. "Why, you know, dear, Mr. Graham spoken, when the door opened and Ella wants me to open the Brlxton bazaar, Stanton entered. A frown clouded the brow of Dr. but I really dont feel equal to the Ralph Stanton, the eminent young taBk. I must write to derllne. But physician who everybody declared he always laughs at nerveB, and 1 do would make his fortune in his pro- so hate being laughed at. I have thought"My Dear Friend: fession, and pretty Nellie Savllle esand must caped, glad to hide her flushed cheeks from her cousins jealous eyes. Mrs. Stanton threw herself languidly into the depthB of an easy chair. "So I have found you at last, my dear Ralph. I have been seeking you for the last hour. He hated this woman, in spite of her dark, witching beauty. His uncle had found that beauty irresistible and by a late marriage robbed his nephew of the quarter of a million which he had taught him to expect would one day be his. What did you want with me? he asked curtly. You are cross. I wanted your society nothing more. Is there anything strange in that? Most flattering of you, my dear aunt, I am sure. It was Mrs. Stanton's turn to frown. Dont call me by that hateful name. If I did marry your uncle, you might remember that I am not yet 25. By the way, Nellie Savllle quits the teens next week. Indeed!" Yes. Charming girl, isn't she? Really, Ralph, if you should see the dismal hole of a parsonage where the girls parents live you would feel grateful to me for my compassionate generosity in taking her from it for a little while. Are you going to Lady Campbell's this afternoon? "No. I detest tea and tennis. So do I. Besides, I have a headLONDON PARISHES. ache. Will you prescribe for me? In Pert In Biz of On Hons Stand After the majority of Mrs. Them. guests had Sc parted for Camp-No. 11 Queen Victoria street (Mansion House Chambers), in the city of London, is situated in no fewer than six parishes, arising from the curious way in which the city parishes run into one another. There are several instances of buildings standing in four or three parishes, and at least one house is half in the city and half Its borders. The Bank of England, Threadneedle street, is in three parishes St. Bartholomew, SL and St. Margaret The city of London, though only one square mile in area, has sixty parishes, none of them of very great dimensions, but some of an almost inconceivably small size. The parish of St Mary Mounthaw, for Instance, which has only six houses in it. Is the smallest parish in the city. This parish stands at the corner of Queen Victoria YOU ARE MISTAKEN. and Friday streets, and has not pos- bell House Dr. Stanton was pacing the sessed a church since the great fire of lawn with Sir John Dobby, smoking London, in 16G6, burned down the one cigarettes and talking politics, and Init formerly had. doors his relative occupied a velvet lounge and tried to read the last new NOVELISTS MEMORY. novel. He came to her at last, but It was William Week Didn't Remember Incia serious face and an open telewith Hi Own In Novel. dent A characteristic of the late William gram in his hand. My sister has met with an accident Black was his ignorance of his own Levlson wants me to go at once. was difficult to get very books, and it Oh, Ralph! Is it serious? You will him to talk about his novels. It seemreturn here?" ed that as soon as the I think not, he returned, replying Mr. the were returned to printers Black forgot all about his own crea- to the latter question. "You will come to Melton Willows tions. "In talking to my husband the at Christmas, Ralph? once a said to Mrs. Black other day, I really cannot promise. Good-ban remembered I suddenly visitor, sat there until the sound of the She anecdote in one of his novels which hoo's had died away. Then horses 1 Mr. was illustrated what saying. Black laughed heartily at the story she crossed the room and looked at and then turned eagerly to me: But the notes he had written. One was where did you hear so good a story?' for his hostess apology and explanaof course but the other was for My husband wouldnt believe it was in tion, Miss Savllle. A moments hesitation; one of his books until I found it for tore it open. she then him. Dear Miss Savllle: Before you see this you will know the reason of my Salaries of Prmlilrnt. sudden departure. But I cannot wait Very few persons would suspect until our next meeting for the answer how small the salaries of presidents of to the question I should have asked republics are, when the enormous you this morning if Mrs. Stantons Bums crowned heads receive are taken entrance had not prevented me from The foreigner Into consideration. so. 1 want you to be my wife, often thinks the $50,000 salary of the doing Nellie; my loved and honored wife. president of the United States is mereWill ypu? Write yes or no soon to ly a joke, and that he receives ten your loving but impatient times as much in reality, but the same RALPH. foreigner may not know that the A small Are burned in the grate. French president, in a country where She put the letter into her pocket and the wealthiest monarchs once reigned, burned the envelope. receives only, $120,000 a year. The Dear Ralph, murmured the lady. president of the little Andora republic "I promised you to write to him for contents himself with a salary of $15 me, Nellie. He promised to let me a year, and the president of the Swiss know how his sistei was, but I suprepublic must be satisfied with $3,000. pose he has not hnd time. He does not know your handwriting, I think. Governor Flngree has had a folding-be- d Very soon Ella Stanton had dictated placed in his office. This man a gushing, affectionate letter, and with goes right ahead tempting fate. on Oak-broo- be-you- nd proof-shee- blanching cheeks Nellie had trritUn 1L "Dont ts y! NO. 18. 18!M) close fully considered the subject decline the honor. 1 am grieved beyond expression to disappoint you; but, feeling as I do, I cannot act otherwise. However, I feel confident that you will meet with one worthier than I that what I cannot grant Bhe will joyfully concede. Only one thing I ask that this shall in no way interfere with the friendly relations which have always existed between us." I think it is making too much of a little thing, Ella. You will sign it, of course. No, dear. Do it for me only initials. How singular that they should be alike, is it not Ella Stanton and Elinor Savllle? There, now dear, just run upstairs and see if Louise has mended that lace I tore last night A moment more, and Ralph Stantons simple, honest letter lay open before her. Jealousy had quickened her memory. She knew it by heart Refolding it, she Inclosed it with that other in an envelope addressed in Nellie's pretty, graceful caligraph to and sealed Ralph Stanton, Esq., ft carefully. It was necessary to destroy the missive originally Intended for Ralph, and to Indite another one to Mr. Graham If discovery was to be avoided. Two years later Dr. Stanton was The London Journeying northward. season was over and the famous physician had been on the point of starting for his holiday when he was summoned by telegram to Sir Christopher Knott, a wealthy patient brimming over with gout and crotchets. Thinking? It was dreaming dreaming of a slim, petite figure and fluffy golden hair and gloriously blue eyes! Yes, though she had refused him he loved her still. Her home was at Grim stone. Would he see her? What folly! Doubtless she was married, and, If not, had she not told him in the cruel little letter, which was even now In the breast pocket of his coat, that It could never be? Grlmstone! Grlmstone! shouted a porter, and so his reflections came to an end, but only to awaken into lively Interest. From a second-clas- s carriage a girl alighted a girl in a neat little hat and gray dust cloak. Underneath that hat wa3 a piquant little face and a clustering fringe of fluffy golden curls. Nellie was alone in the drawingroom. Suitors had wooed in vain. She was the orthodox clergyman's daughter, with her duties to perform as they rose fresh each day, and in the past a nameless disappointment Her thoughts had turned on that visit to Oakbrook two years ago when the waiting maid brought In a card. Dr. Stanton. This is. Indeed, a pleasant surprise, she said with a rosy flush that told its own story. I am sorry mamma is not at home. I am staying in the neighborhood professionally and could not leave without calling on you. It is the privilege of friendship, and you desired that we continue friends." Nellie looked puzzled. I do not understand you. What do you mean?" I beg your pardon for the allusion. Miss Savile, but you cannot have forgotten? The words were in your letter a letter I have kept because you wrote It, in spite of its contents. Indeed, you are under a mistake. I never wrote to you In my life. Then you never wrote this or received this? And he placed in her hands the two unfortunate letters. When the primroses looked like stars in the grass and the air was filled with the odor of violets, a wedding took place at Grlmstone church. And three months later a society journal announced that Mrs. Stanton, widow of the late George Stanton, Esq., of Melton Willows, Berks, had bestowed heart and hand upon Count Horenza, an Impecunious Italian nobleman. Waverly. ' BRIGANDAGE IN TURKEY. A Daring . i Cae at Kinjraa aad Another Hoar Ceententlnople. A daring case of brigandage recently occurred at Smyrna, in which the victim was the son of Mr. Whittall, one of the richest and leading British merchants of that town, says the Loudon Standard. Young Mr. Wblttall was driving with three ladies from Smyrna to Burnabat, one of the suburbs, when tlie carriage was stopped by six men, four of a horn seemed to be Bulgarians or Greeks from Bulgaria, and two native Arnaouts. Leaving the ladies tn report the occurrence, the brigands carried off their victim In evening dress, sending word by his companions that they demanded 1,500. Mr. Whittall, immediately on receiving the news, started in pursuit, taking with him the sum required in gold, being in great anxiety on account of the Inclemency of the weather and the scanty clothing in which his son was clad. His fears were the mors Justified, as it is not very long since another of his sons was similarly abdnet-e- d, and, I believe, ultimately died from the effects of the exposure. After three days hard traveling the brigands were found and the ransoms paid, the men escorting the two Whlttalls on part of their homeward Journey, and finally parting with them with many kisses and protestations of gratitude. Mr. Whittall is now applying to the British embassy to know if the British or Turkish- government will refund him the money paid. It. is not long since another case occurred eloss to Constantinople, at a small town named Kourl Yalova, where there is a sanitary establishment kept by a Mm. Bronzo, midwife to the palace. One afternoon she was out driving with two of her guests, an old lady and her young daughter, when they were seized. The coachman foolishly remarked: Be careful; she is the midwife for the sultans harem. Seeing at once that they had a rich prize, the band, numbering twelve or thirteen, took Mme. Bronzo and the young lady, and told her mother that they wanted 10,000. They also reassured the old lady, saying that she need have no fears for her daughter, an exceedingly pretty girl, who should be returned safe and well. The money was quickly paid, and the ladies, who had really been very well treated, were released, the captain of the band making each of them a present of 100 on parting. The government then commenced a ruthless search after the men, scour- lng the whole countryside with zap- tiehs, who were quartered on all the villages, so that the villagers themselves Joined heartily in the chase in order to get rid of these unwelcome guests. Finally nine of the band were caught and either killed or put away. Being mostly Greeks, they hid principally with Greek shepherds far and high up in the mountains near Ismidt, and scarcely a single shepherd escaped being put to the question. I recently had occasion to meet one of the principal witnesses, who had been the leader in the hunt, and who had been of present at all the "examinations the prisoners. Six thousand pounds was found buried near the vilage of Denizly, the place being revealed under torture. The last two men were caught at OvadJIk, a neighboring village, where I heard the story told. The captain and two of his companions are still at large and have probably left the country. - - Feinted the Vent. While a crowd of Harvard hoys were celebrating the Pennsylvania game in the cafe of a UoBton hotel one of the students became infatuated with a gorgeous white waistcoat which was worn by one of the colored waiters. He called the colored man and said to him: I want to buy that waistcoat What you want of that west, boss? said the man. "I just want to buy it What will you take for it? After a good deal of guffawing and some hesitation the colored man allowed that he would take $5 for it. Done, said the Harvard man, and he pulled out a $5 bill and gave It to the negro, who Oh, began to pul off the waistcoat you neednt do that, said the student. I dont want you to give it to me I Just wanted to feel that I The negro owned that waistcoat. went to wait on his table, when the Come here I student called to him: What you want, boss? The student called the negro up close, dipped his own fingers into a plate of cranberry sauce that he hod and with them proPride of e Poet, his He's proud of Well, ceeded to mark a big 11 exactly on poetry. at any rate, he seems to be full of the middle of the front of the white waistcoat his waistcoat! Town Topics, poetical conceits. |