tms^^Yi 7^ 3^f'- 'Mstm W&? Whistle and Hoe. narrow income by taking boarders. It after elaborately thanking that young the Injuns would have had me before I as it lay on its side, pressed down under would smile at his bitting sarcasm, his lady for a hamper of dainties, added could have loaded my rifle again, and as There is a boy just over the garden fence, the weight of the tiger, whose fanga were brilliant conversation, and cynical sneers, "Do you remember my nephew, John Who is whistling all through the livelong they knew I had not fired they kjept at a buried in its throat. Beckoning to bis* day, if he was reinstated in his father's favor, Furber? He left me the day after you respectable distance. companion, the old hunter ran, crouching, And hi! work is notjust a mere pretense, but how rude these would be in a poor did, and I fretted more than a little. But That quail saved my life by interfering to another big bush much nearer to For you see the weeds he has cut away. man. he took a turn for good, heaven be with my sights, and that's the reason, Whistle and hoe, the struggling animals. The Englishman thanked. He worked himself up. and to Leonie, from thinking of society's Sing as ou go, boys, why I never eat quail." 4 looked through, and started at the sight day he writes me he has made friends Shorten thesrowu opinions, quite unconsciously glided into v Bv the song yo know. so near did the tiger appear. He raised *"fe mm Mf W^ with his father again and is to be a partner considering her own. This dark-browed his rifle, but the cautious old hunter In The Apple-Tree. in a commercial house. His father's man had made a fair portion of her summer quietly laid a hand upon the Englishman's Not a word of bpmoaning his task I hear, Right into the heast of it,why Robin! to buy it, but John's earned a place too pleasure for three months, had been He has scarcely time for a growl I know, arm, and shaking his head, drummed Why, didn't you know that the apple-tree, by hard, honest work. O, my deer, I'm her cavalier in many country walks, For his whistle sounds so meny and clear, with his fingers upon his heart. When she gets her wonderful, fragran happier than I ever thought to be. Perhaps He must find some pleasure every row. drives and sails, and quoted poetry under blows, Touching the muzzle of the rifle, he Whistle and hoe, you've heard of the house in London trees, sung in a superb baritone upon Is a real sDring-angel in white and rose?(Now tremuously shook them in the air, thusstgnifying Sing as you go, that John is in. But I'll tire you, writing hear him sing to mock at me') murmuring waters, looked into her eyes in pantomimethey were toonear Shorten the row about my own affairs I "wouldn't, on a moonlit porch, and whispered delicately-worded By the songs you know. Why your nest is there, you darling Robin, to speakthat the young man's only I thought perhaps you'd flattery. No more than Aud your little brown lady is in there too, nerves were not steady enough for a shot. remember John," many another man had done. A beauty Faith! you've an exquisite bridal-room, But then while you whistle, be sure that you The Englishman, obeying the more experienced With a celling frescoed, in rosy bloom, hoe, and rich, Miss Cameron had looked upon "In London.'* Leonie murmured "so hunter, lowered his rifle and For, if you are idle, the briers will spread Upon a ground of celestial blue.' more than one languishing smtor, and near to me all these three years, and yet And whistle alone to the end of the row waited. At last the tiger, shitting hisposition, forgotten him when her amusement never seeking me. Was I too bold? Did May do for the weeds, but is bad for the Here's to vour health, you blessed Robin. stretched himself on top, and wearied her. Scarcely a flirtfor she bread. And the next best thing it must surely be I drive him awav by showing my heart exposed the most vital part ot his body. To being an angel in bliss above, encouraged no downright love-making, Whistle and hoe, too plainly! Well, even so, I am glad. I Sheykha, turning to the young manr To live with your little ones and your love, Sing as vou go, but a beautiful, fascinating woman who gave him the first start toward an honorable In the heart of a blossoming apple-tree. patted his heart, thus inquiring if he wassteady Shorten the row wounded hearts with merely careless manhood. Remember him? Yes, [Springfield Republican. By the songs vou know. in nerve. The Englishman nodded. grace. Mrs. Tollman, I do remember John."' Pointing to the tiger, the old hunter She had folded the letter and was Musing in the sunset it was impressed placed his hand on his side, just under LEONID. dressing for the opera, when a visitor was upon the proud heart that unconsciously HUNTING A TIGER WITH COWS. the arm, as a hint where to aim. The announced. she had poisoned a life that was already Miss Cameron." young hunter levelled his rifle with The prominent qualities of character in sinking. There were capabilities foi better "What a barbarous hour," she mur steadiness and fired. With an angry roar Leonie Cameron, lazily looking out of tigers are cruelty and cunning but, things than dissipation suicide in mured, not looking at the card. "In a few the tiger sprang from his victim, "turning a bow window upon a graden flaming strange as it may seem to one who is not John Furber, and she shivered as she moments Jane." round and round, snapping at his side in with autumn tints and sunset glow, lifted acquainted with the habits of the animal, thought he might be upon some dangerous She was robed in her fleecy drees of a rage. The Englishman glowed with a pair of soft dark eyes to Mrs. Tollman's each tiger has a special character. The precipice, waiting for the clasp of the white lace, over pale blue" silk, had excitement, and would have fired again, face. It was an anxious face jus villagers in India, whose herds and lives hand to draw him back, or its repulse to clasped diamonds on her throat and wrists, but Sheykha, pressing a firm hand on at that moment, and, being usually full are constantly in danger from the savage throw him over. She passed in review and in the little ears, when as she took his arm, restrained him. The tiger wasbadly of placid content, tne anxiety was very beast, know that each one has some her host of male friends, and found none the opera cloak from her maid's hands, hit, for the blood flowed from hia apparent to Leonie. So, after her first peculiarities of temperament. Such a who had weakened her heart to hours of she looked at the card mouth. careless glance, she straightened herself such keen pleasure as John Furber had given one, they will say, is daring and rash "John Furber." He stopped turnnig around, and seemed in her low chair and said, quietly, y* her. She tried to recall one mind where another is so cunning that no artifice can A great heart throb sent the blood over undecided where to spring. The Sheykha with every appearance of enterest grasp of intellect had dwarfed her down deceive him. One is savage and morose, her brow and neck then it faded, leaving removed his hand from the young man's as his had done, who had met her fairly but another is comparatively mild and What is the matter?" only a soft tint upon the fair cheeks, and arm, who. taking a steady aim, fired in so many arguments and worsted her, harmless. Some tigers destroy much cattle, An awkward pause followed that quesion. in the dark eyes a light of happiness again. As the rifle flashed, the tiger and she could only remember soft flattery but never touch a man. In fact, but haimonizing well with the smiling lips. sprang towards the bush, and fell flat on ot her "wonderful mind." a small percentage of tigers are maneaters, Mrs. Tollman fidgeted under th inquiring She looked like some visitant from another the ground, with all four paws spread out. otherwise many villages would be glarce of the dark eyes, cleared Finally, lifting her eyes with a soft world, in the radiance cf her beauty, He was shot through the spine. There depopulated. Bat when a tiger has once her throat twice, and finally said with sigh, she saw him leaning against a tree as she came across the wide drawing room he lay, unable to rise, his hind legs being nervous emphasis tasted human flesh, he seems to acquire opposite the low window, looking at her. to the window where he stood. He had paralyzed. He roared horribly, bit such an appetite for it as to prefer it to A vivid flush stained her cheek as he John Purber." not heard her light step, but he turned through and through one f his paws, and said: all other food. Miss Cameron's face seemed to fieeze. when she was near, showing the stamp of tore up the turf with his claws. The Englishman It was a very beautiful face, with pride "What have you been thinking of? his better Jife on his noble face. again fired the ball entered jus* for a leading expression. Sweetness An Englishman, from whose "Tale of You have not stirred for half an hour. behind the ear, and with a groan the tiger He held out his hand, looking earnestly lurked in lhe mouth, intellect beamed Indian Adventure" we have learned these Only that your eyes were open, I should breathed his last. The elephant was into her face, and seeing she only from the radiant eyes, but pride shadowed facts, tells an incident which exhibits the have thought you asleep." called up, and the dead tiger laid across spoke a happy truth as taking it, she all. It carried the small head gracefully sagacity of a native hunter in outwitting "Your powers of observation are mar the pad on his back, to be carried to the said: erect, it swept the folds of the rich velous," she answered, lightly. "I was a cunning tiger who had long been the camp. I am glad to see you." dresses with a regal motion. It touched dreaming." terror of several villages. "Leonie," he said, "you gave me a the small patrician hands, and was evident "Of what?" An English officer, encamped with his hope, three years ago, that has borne me in the well modulated tones of the Working on Sunday. troop in the district, was anxious to rid above temptation and suffering to a position "The world in general, my world in refined voice. the neighborhood of their terrible foe where I am not ashamed to look particular, It is almost time I returned "There," Mrs. Tollman said, despair A few weeks ago a worthy deacon in but the tiger was so cunning that all any man in the face. Leonie. you bade there." ingly, "I've made you mad already, and Barnet, Vt, who is a snug little farmer, lures had failed to entrap him. He would me" She was prepared for same polite show haven't said anything." and also a shoemaker, by some means lost come up and walk around the bait, and Blusing brightly, she took up the words of regret, but not for the ghastly chaage "I am not mad," Leonie answered, and his weekly reckoning, and worked all then walk off. as he paused in his face. there certainly lurked a smile in her day Sunday, as on other daysploughing "Well, Sheykha, what do you propose?" "To be a man, John, for my sake." She shuddered,rememberinsr her aunt's mouth at the good woman's consterna planting, mending fence, &c thinking asked the officer of the best hunter in the "And I obeyed you, my love, my darling. words, tion but you have not told me what it to be Saturday, while his good district, whose aid he had sought. I have come for my reward,Leome, "Going away! Why of course you troubles you." wife in the same error, did her baking, loving you with all my heart, darling, "If the sahib will listen to his slave's would be soon," he said trying to speak churned the butter, washed up the kitch. "It'sit'sJohn, Miss Cameron, and" now to ask for your love In return." advice," replied the old hunter, "he wid carelessly, while his eyes hungrily devoured en floor and put everything in order for then rapidly, as if the words wee So, society hao a ripple of sensation in try a shikaree's way of killing tigers. her face, and his white parched Sunday, as the Barnet women always do. forced by a fear of her own inability to a fashionable wedding, when John FurDer For a few rupees the herdsmen will lips were drawn as if in sharp physical At the tea-table the deacon remarked finish herself appointed task, she hurried married Miss Leonie Cameron. take their cattle into the tiger's haunts, pain. to his wife that he didn't see wht his on: "He's my nephew, Miss, as you But only you and I, reader, know the and then if he is hungry and takes one, "I have been here three months," she neighbors were thinking about, at the know, though his father is a rich man, romance of that summer in S or how the sahib may get a shot." said, feeling her own heart ache at his most important season of the year, when very rich, and John is above his mother's John Furber redeemed his manhood for The officer had as his guest a young misery. they ought to be putting the seed into place in her life. She's dead, and, and Leonie's sake. English sportsman, whom he wished to "Yes, yes! You will go certainly." the ground for it seemed as though he John was spoiled somewheie between the put in the way of killing a tiger. So, "And you," she said very gently, "you had seen nearly all the folks in town riling year she died and two years ago. I don turning to his friend, he said: will be in the city, presume. I should out, or idling away their time know where he took to bad ways. He was Saved By A Quail. "I cannot go witn you, but you go be glad to welcome you to my house." walking about the village. brought up an idler upon his father's with Sheykha, and let him carry out his "No," he said harshly "I will not The next morning, after the late breakfast money, and from idleness to .drinking, proposal. A herd of cowsnot buffaloes Uncle John Smith," a famous Indianfighter take such advantage of your kindness I was over and Sunday morning prayers gambling and bad ways is an easy load. and trapper, was once saved from they spoil sports, for they fight the am a man your friends would tell you had been said, as the deacon sat sharpening His father is a hard man and he thrust death by a quail. A correspondent of tiger and often drive him offwill be to shun, Miss Camerona man who has his razor on the Bible-cover, and him out neaily a year ago and dismheiited Forest and Stream tells the story as Uncle wasted life till it is too late to take up driven through the jungle until the tiger occasionally trying the keenness of its him. He come here for I loved him. John," told it one night in camp: the threads agair. You do not know, siezes one. The rest will bolt, and while edge on one of his silver hairs, one of his I've nothing else to love husband and perhaps, that my aunt keeps me here he is struggling with his victim, you may Some of the party had shot several neighbors walked in with a pair of heavy chidren in the graveyard, so I love from charity." quails during the day, which had been creep up within easy shooting distance boots, which he said he wanted mended Jobn." cooked by being spitted on willow twigs and kill him. I know you have offended your father, right off. For a moment the deacon's There was a piteous pleading in the over a bed of hot coals but, much to the Late in the afternoon the tyro in tig she answered: but you are a man brow looked stormy and his eye* woman's face, but Leoriie's was blank, surprise of all, Uncle John declined to hunting set off, piloted by old Sheykh scarcely tbrity, and it is cowardly to talk flashed indignantly upon the man save from an air of polite interest. partake of them, though he had often to a small village. The head men were of despair at your age." who had so undervalued his Christian "He was most desperate when he came said he could eat any thing, from dried assembled for a palaver, and it was proposed Her words cut like a whip-lash. The integrity and offered such heie, but I've coaxed him up a little. buffalo hide to a tender antelope steak. to them to drive a herd of cattle up dark blood mounted to his forehead as insult to his religion and it was very Butbut, O, Miss Cameron, you know Boys,'' said he, "I don't touch quail. the glen of the jungle in which the tiger he repeated: fortunate that the deacon's better nature what I want to say. You are beautiful I hain't touched one for nigh twenty-five lived. When it was made clear that the soon became master of the situation, "Coward! I might fight the world richa lady far above me in education years. full value of the cow killed would be when he very calmly replied: yet, but," and here his tone was bitter, and position, and only staying here for One of the Lttle chaps saved my life paid, and a present given to the herdsman and yet strangely pathetic, the battle is countrj quiet. I've no right to find fault "Mr. ..I don't work on the Lord's once, and I said I would starve before I besides, half the village rushed to scarcely worth winning. What would I but, but, don't flirt with John. He is in day. Come to-morrow and I will talk would ever eat one, and I have kept that collect the herd and drive it up the glen. gain? Money I do not value it. Position. trouble, despondent, disinherited, and with you." word ever since, though I've seen the After they had entered the glen, the cat I have thrown it behind me. I he's falling in love with you as fast as he "Why deacon, this is Monday!" time when I could 'a' killed 'em when have played the fool and I must take a tie were allowed to spread and graze can. believe if you play with him, he "No, it ain't!" all I had to chaw on war the soles of a fool's wages." about. The young Englishman and will kill himself, body and soul." "To be sure, deacon, it is." pair of greasy moccasins. I will not have you say so," she said Sheykha rested under the shade of a tree. The deacon looked at his wife, and the Fairly out of breath with her own earnest "It was a good many years agoI rousea by an earnestness she never had "We must not hurry," said the cunning wife looked at the deacon, in bewilderment. utteiance, Mrs. Tollman paused, looking think in June of 1847I was coming in intended to betray. You shall not uselessly old hunter, "But take time and At length the deacon said to his pleadingly in Leonid Cameron's fac(. from way up the Powder River country throw away life." saunter about as on ordinary occasions wife- The expression of polite interest never whar we'd been trapping, and war on our A hope sprang to his eyes, new there, otherwise the tiger will suspect something. "Why, you baked, churned and washed wavered, as that young lady said way to Indipendence with ouf pelts. lighting them to dazzling radiance. Allah knows he may be watching up the floors on the~Lord's day! O, mercy*T "If I understand you aright, you wish There was with me a man by the us now! But even if he is not here, the on us!" me to igrore your nephew. It is not so Miss CameronLeonie," he cried, name of Thorp, one named Boyd, two lowing of the cows and the sound of their easy, as he is in your house, so I had better "were there a prize to win, were one 'O, yes and you ploughed, planted more who=e names I don't remember, wooden clappers will attract him. When leave it." heart's hope centered upon me, I would and mended fence! O, goodness' sake!" and a nigger woman we had for cook. the heards move higher up, we will fol- trample down these demons of temptation. Humanly speaking, the deacon could "Goodness!" ciied the widow, aghast at Every thing went on all right till we got low." I would prove myself a man if find noway out of the dilemma. But he this interpretation of her words. "I never down on the Arkansas, somewhere near I had any motive." While waiting under the trees, the old had such faith in the mercy of the Lord meant that. Where can you find another Pawnee Rock. man told several anecdotes of hunting as to believe that in as much as it was a boarding place near hear?" There was no mistaking the prayer in The next morning, before we broke tigers, but his eye wandered around, mistake. He would not be hard on them. "I can return to London." h?s eyes, the pleading in his voice. camp, Thorp and Boyd started out for and his ear caught every rustle in the "I've put my foot in it. John will never Just as our informant left, the deacon Only for one moment, close now to the the horses, which war picketed a little bushes. forgive me," said Mrs. Tollman, disconsolately. became puzzled to know how he could low window, before a hand like a snowflake way off, and while they war gone I seen "Sahib!" he suddenly said, stopping make the Sunday morning prayer answer fell upon his shou !der, a voice low some buffalo a little off to their right, for 1 week day prayer. Finally he committed in the midst of a story, be ready! But "there was no sympathy in Leonie's and sweet, murmured low in his ear and picked up my rifle to go after one. this, also, into the hands pi the hush face, and she turned away at last, perplexed "Be a man for my sake." The grass war pretty tall on the bottoms, Friend of the erring. Vox Populi. and more anxious than ever. And His ear had caught the angry chirrup r, She was gone before he spoke"'again, and I got in easy shooting distance, Leonie, sinking back in her chair again, of a small bird. The cattle were quietly and he wandered off to the woods to muse jen ***i and pulled up my rifle to take a shot. looked at the sunset clouds and variegated grazing, and the young Fnglishman wondered upon a possibility of this new life. The Horse's Name. Just as I war running my eye along, the foliage, and thought perhaps it was what could have attracted tiie Id The next day Mrs. Tollman lost her barrel, a quail jumped up from the grass time to return to London. man's notice. One day my brother was'out driving summer boarder. Society, languidly V# ^Ut unaer my feet, and lit right on the front "Yes," said Sheykha, listening and She had come to S weary with a contemplating Miss Cameron for the in the country when a stranger stopped sight, and, ot course I couldn't get aim. nodding his head* "it is, I think Allah round of fashionable life, tired of flat next three years, ound her eccentric. him by exclaiming: "hallo! that used to We didn shoot reckless in those knows it may be a snake, or a mungoose, tery, dancing, flirting, and she had She was gay and grave by flashes, fascinating Jr*1 be my horse!" days, and every shot had to count, or a but somching is disturbing that bird. found rest and quiet under Mrs. Tollman's in either mood, but she was "Gaess not," replied my brother "I man war the laughing-stock of his comrades It is the tiger,|I think.' motheily care. She was rich, richer mysteriously unapproachable. bought her at a livery stable, and they for a month it he missed his game. The Englishman rose to his feet. He far than the landlady had any idea of The bravest suitor found himself met told me she came from Boston." So I shook the little critter off, and looked up and down, but nothing disturbed but she had no near relatives, only a it the point where friendly attentions "H'm!" said the man, "What do you *Z brought up my rifle again, when the bird the stillness save the clapperclapper second cousin to keep her lonely home merge into lover's devotion by a wall of nail hpr?" -3-. fTIF* 1 lit right on the same place, and I couldn't of the wooden c'appers hanging and play propriety. icy leserve that was impassable She can ner, fMR see any thing for a minute. f|| from the cattle's necks He was disappointed, never flirted, but she ha4 tne reputation Society constituted itself her amateur Mv brother answered that the horse and doubted if old Sheykha was of a flirt, because she was popular and guardian, and lying back in her cushioned "Then I struck at the critter, and was sold to him under the name of right, when, shddenly, a little distance admired, and remained single until she chair, in the sunset glow, she wondered when it war gone, I saw, right in front of "Pink." I up the glen, a yellow mass dashed out was twenty seven. She was "known too, indolently what societv would say where the buflier had stood, and close to "Ho?" said the man, "that isn't her the thicket on the back of a white heifer, to be truthful, and she had distinctly about John Fnrber. It would grant him Thorp and Boyd, half-a-dozen Injuns name." j^r*- and bore it to the ground. told several lady friends that she was not a rare perfection of manly beauty of jump up and fire at 'em, killing Thorp Nel^*j'fci, Suddenly he cried out sharply, "Bagh! baghl" (tiger) shouted the engaged, so there was not even the spice face and form, and forgive the evident instantly, and wounding Boyd. ly!" herdsmen, as the cattle dashed wildly of romance in the gossip. traces of dissipation, if it was only He and I, however, got to camp, and Quick as a flash, the horse pricked up fe\ down the glen. known that he was the son of a rich S knew her not in those three years, with the other two men, kept the Injuns his ears and looked around. f- "Now, sahib, keep you} big bush between man, and had been educated an idler by but Mrs. Tollman was the recipient of eft, who soon went away. Thorp was, of "Nelly," said the man, stepping in? you and the tiger, and run up," &* profession. But in what horror it various hampers of city delicacies from course, scalped, and his body lelt for the hands!T front of her, "Shake whispered Sheykha. sfMs^ would turn away with uplifted hands her, and would acknowledge the same by wolves, as we couldn't get it, because we "Now give me us the other hand, Nel^ Running in a crouching position, they when it was known that he was disinherited, letter. had to null out as soon as the'Injuns left. ly and she raised her left fore-foot. & c|f got behind the bush. Separating the with no home but a room in the One of these dated' three vears after Boyd died, and we buried him there. "There!"*aid the man smiling "d'ye^ ife^ branches, the Englishman looked through. house of a widowed aunt eking out bier the beautiful Miss Cameron "left S You see, if 1 had fired at the buffier, suppose that wasn't my horse*" What & The poor heifer was kicking vigorously do" my readers think?