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COURAGE OF A LAPLAND GIRL. The skill of the nomad people of Lapland in throwing the lasso avails them, at times, in making other captivus besides their own deer.
“On one occasion,” so says a clergyman whom Mr. Lloyd met with in Norrland, and who vouched for the truth of the story, “when a Lapp in com. pany with a young female was driving the herd through the forest, they accidentally roused a large bear from his winter quarters. The girl very for. tunately had the lasso in her hand, which with great coolness she threw over his head, as he was slowly quitting his den, and at the same instant she coiled the other end of the thong around a tree. The brute, on finding himself thus in the toils, dashed at the intrepid Amazon, but as she slipped on one side, he fortunately missed his aim, and on coming to the length of his tether, was, in sailor's langunge, brought short up and thrown to the ground. Bruin's career was now at an end, for, seizing the thong with his paws, and in so doing tightening the noose, he presently managed to strangle himself. The Lapp on seeing the beast
charge the girl, took fright and ran away; and as a With Dog and Gun.
consequence the bold wench, who was to have been
married to him, sent him at once to the right about, OUR sportsman is abroad this month, enjoying very properly refusing to have anything to say with himself among the fields where the winged game so dastardly a fellow." abound. We have tollowed him, and long tramps he has taken us, for he is a famous walker, and the pursuit of his favorite pleasure makes him oblivi.
It is a somewhat significant fact that the only ous to the world at large. Watch in hand, he will two countries in which the stopping and forcible “ time” his noble setter, caring not, in his admira- robbery by armed men of railway trains prevails tion of the dog, whether the birds escape or not. are Spain and the United States. Hunting with dog and gun, we consider one of the most exhilarating of amusements. There is an ex
ILLUSTRATED REBUS. citement in the pastime that is beneficial, and develops many a drowsy thought, and strengthens many a weakened muscle. Let the bookworm, grown languid and almost weary of life over his great volumes, leave his library and chase the deni. zens of field, swamp and forest from their retreats with dog and gun, and he will become a new man. New life will be infused into his system; his slug. gish blood leaps through his veins like some suddenly released river through a broken dawn, and the red hue of health comes back to his cheeks.
A certain poet who, no doubt, gun in hand, has
ANSWER IN OUR NEXT.
Answer to last month's Rebus--A bird in the hand It teacheth arts that never slip
is worth two in the bush. The memory, good horsemanship, Search, sharpness, courage, and defence,
CHẠRADE And chaseth all ill habits thence."
On the floor by the door you'll find my first,
And 'neath your feet you spurn it: “ Lines ” from an obituary in the Philadelphia
Fit for bread, 'tis said, my second is reckoned,
And Russian peasants earn it; Ledger:
My third, 'tis averred, we can none do without,
And its value no man over-rates;
Complete and entire, I'm what many desire,-
First of all, the United States.
Answer to last month's Charade LUCERNE,
THE CRUISE OF THE CLIO. Over all, arched the cerulean sky, cloudless, and
clear as crystal! A fine breeze from the south relieved the intense solar heat and made the day per
fect. YYOW merrily the waters leaped and sparkled, Flying along under mainsail, foresail and jib, the
each snowy crest seemed a fairy cascade- yacht Clio seemed like a huge swan, her breast kiss.
every blue wave a lovely, harmless thing, ing the flood, her starboard beam gently inclined, made only to charm mortalı Away in the distance and her peak just quivering, showing how closely erery trace of blue was lost, and the ocean appear she was sailing to the wind. ed one vast carpet of silver threads, gently vibrat- There was a gay party on the quarter deck of ing, and glistening with a wondrous brilliancy. the elegant little vessel. Miss Chillington, a queen of New York society, looking for once somewhat instant, and the pretty speech Gustavus was about demure in her wide shade hat with the blue ribbon to make had soured on his mind and put him in ill tied under her white chin, and her great black eyes humor. Miss Sikesly was offended at Meta's api. for once soft with gentle thought: Meta Ray, a thet“ bears," and with her nose in the air would bright, vivacious, sympathetic little creature, with not condescend to notice anybody. dark brown eyes, rosy cheeks and red lips that look- Meta, silenced by the genteel verdict, but not satis. ed for all the world like a babe's, so full of inno. fied with its justice, leaned over the talfrail and cence and simplicity were they: Miss Sikesly, a gazed into the sea, tapping the polished deck the very tall, very homely and very fastidious spinster while with her number two guiter. of an uncertain age, but very wealthy-hence her Presently dinner was announced, and the party presence in this floating palace: besides the genial descended to the splendid cabin, where » princely Capt. Hawthorn, the cynical Mr. Hawk-Meta's feast was spread. Provoked at her uncle and Miss uncle—the eccentric Bob Quint and the gorgeous Chillington for their action against Mr. Gordon, Gustavus Gushington, a snob of high degree. All Meta resolved to torrent them, and accordingly these were conversing or rather talking in a care- paid much attention to Mr. Gordon, lavishing her less, mirthful strain, and occasionally Miss Chilling. smiles upon him to the utter exclusion of the perton's well-modulated and very aristocratic laugh, fumed Gustavus who sat by her side. But Meta's mingled with the voices of her companions. · It revenge rebounded upon herself and the man she may be said that she laughed by note, and was very bad undertaken to champion, for Miss Chillington precise as to the measure.
opened fire from her batteries of stinging sarcasm. There was one more person upon the Clio as an Miss Sikesly sneered, Mr. Hawk growled, and Mr. invited guest, and I may add a slighted guest. He Gushington langhed in his disagreeable way. Poor stood by the heel of the bowsprit, gazing medita- Metal she felt that her well-meant efforts had only tively at the flying spray, and smiling at invervals increased the embarrassment of the clerk, and peras his heart warnied to the glories of nature spread haps placed herself in an equivocal light before his out so lavishly around him. It was only when the eyes. . Would he think that she had led off in a conmerry voices on the stern rose higer than usual, spiracy to make him feel uncomfortable? She could that he remembered that he was only a broker's have cried with vexation, indeed it required a great clerk, a penniless man striving with all his might to effort for her to maintain her composure. support a widowed mother and an only sister-that Captain Hawthorn could not but feel ashamed at he was in this party merely on sufferance that he the ridicule—though polite and finely worded—that had accepted the invitation which had come second had been flung at one of his guests, but he had not hand through his employer, just for the sake of his the energy, the force to interpose a barrier to prehealth, just to gain strength to enable him to con
vent a similar recurrence. He was fearful of offend. tinue his battle with the world in behalf of his loved | ing the god wealth, and yet felt very resentful to.
He could not help sighing and wishing that ward Miss Chillington, very sympathetic toward he had taken counsel of his pride and remained at
Gordon, his desk, when he thought how worse than useless The dinner over at last, the ladies went aft into bis presence was here in a social point of view, the saloon and left the gentleman to their wine and Perhaps at that moment his pale face grew more cigars. Gordon essayed to go on deck, but the cap. pensive than usual, and all the light of adıniration tain objected earnestly. faded out of his blue eyes, for even the beauties of “Mv dear fellow," said he, trying to make some a day like this cannot hold a heart when that heart amends for his own neglect. “I beg you to sit is alone without human fellowship.
down. Here is Moselle-a very fine article, try it. Chancing to turn just then, Meta Ray saw the I'm afraid you don't feel at home here-now that cloud that shadowed the brow of the lonely guest, will never dol By Jove I can't bear that consider and she felt a twinge of self-reproach.
the craft your own, you know Captain Hawthorn, we're a set of bedrs,” she “But, Captain said in a spirited whisper. “ We entirely ignore "Not a word! I know how you feel! Never Mr. Gordon's presencel and we ought to be ashamn mind the women; they must talk; all high flyors ed."
you see, proud as Lucifer and vain as vanity. Nev. “ By Jove that's so!” exclaimed the easy, thought- er mind them, I say. Be free and easy.” less yachtman.
And the yachtman sighed with relief, feeling that “I beg pardon,” Miss Chillington broke in with he had smoothed things over nicely. a deprecatory wave of her jewelled hand, " you do Gordon left the wine untasted, and smoked a mo Mr. Gordon a great injustice. He seems to have ment in silence. sense enough to know his place, and wisdom enough “Your motives are apparent, captain, and I'm to keep it.
obliged to you,” he said at length.
“But as Miss “Correct,” grunted Mr. Hawk with a nod of ap- Chillington remarked this morning, I know my proval.
place. I don't wish to be a damper on anybody"Pshawl" muttered Bob Quint, driving his hands can find more wealth on deck than elsewhere." into his pockets and glancing contemptuously at
He bowed and left the room. the whole crowd.
Confound Miss Chillington!” muttered the cap For a wonder the elegant Mr. Gushington had tain, who at heart was a very good fellow. nothing to say-Mr. Hawk bad preceded him by an “ Humph?” barked Mr. Hawk, "The youngster
is too proud, bat pride and poverty, you know cap- “I hope you--you didn't think she paused, an. täin."
gry with herself and confused. “ Extremely sensitive for a nobody, upon my “Speak freely, Miss Ray. If I have incurred soul!” drawled Gustavus, swallowing a glass of your displeasure I wish to know it.” champagne at a draught.
“You? No, indeed; it-it was just the other Bob Quint flashed a glance of scorn at Mr. Gush way—that is—I mean ington, and then turning to Mr. Hawk gave him a “I think I understand you," he replied, quietly. familiar punch in the ribs, and exclaimed:
“And be assured that I am grateful to you for your "I say, old ironsides, you're too hard on Gordon, thoughtfulness. Such instances are rare and hence on everybody. You'll see it sometime, too!” all the more to be appreciated. You are enjoying
“ Pish!” snarled Mr. Hawk with a grimace of dis- the voyage?”. gust.
“Very much,” she rejoined, thankful to him for In the meantime the ladies were conversing.
changing the subject so deftly. "Old Mr. Quint is immensely rich,” Miss Sikesly
Of course Mr. Hawk had to put in an appearance was saying. “Some assert he is worth two mil
at that moment, and Meta had to give up the tete-akon. His nephew is coming on board when we
iete which promised to become so pleasant. Shortreach Newport, his nephew and his heir—just think | ly after, Gushington came up and followed her like of that, you marriageable young ladies. I wor.der
a shadow, uttering his insipid nonsense at every opwhich of you will captivate him.”
portunity. Mr. Gordon resumed his former posi"7 don't want him, thank youp Meta replied tion in the bows, and Meta did not speak to him with a toss of her head.
again until tea time. In the evening Mr Hawk and Miss Chillington smiled snperciliously and strok. Bob Quint sat dɔwn to snarl and growl over a game ed her white arms with a great deal of complacence. of chess, while Miss Chillington, Miss Sikesly, the She was sure of an easy conquest with the rich captain and Mr. Gushington tried a rubber at whist. nephew, and hoped for an early marriage, as her Meta, unperceived, crept on deck. It was a beauown revenues were dwindling rapidly under her tiful evening; the heavens were dotted with stars, extruvagent demands upon them.
and the moon shone brilliantly. Mr. Gordon came "Perhaps he wouldn't want you, little Meta," she forward to meet hor as she ascended the compan. said in her tantalizing way.
ion way, and offered her his arm, for the Clio was “I'll never sell myself, that's certain panswered rolling a little more heavily than usual. She acMeta, with some warmth.
cepted it with gladness and he led her to a settee
on the port side. Somehow she felt very well ac. "Don't be so rude, child," interposed Miss Sikesly, twisting her thin features into an expression of quainted with him since their brief interview in the
morning. blended pity and repugnance. “ You might betler
“We shall reach Newport to-morrow, I suppose," have said: 'I'll never allow mercenary considera- he said, by way of opening a conversation. tions to influence my choice.' 'Sell myself' is vulgar. Pray have some regard for yourself, if not for she answered, with an admiring glance at the rak
“And I shall leave the dear little vessel there,” the nerves of your friends."
ish masts and white sails. “O, nonsense!” exclaimed Meta, impatiently, and
“I am sorry," he said, simply. catching up her hat, she flew to the deck.
“You have not had a very pleasant time, I fear," The breeze still held firm and the Clio was bound she answered, irrelevantly. ing over the waves right merrily. The sailing mas- “I did not expect it. I came out for rest and a ter was at the wheel, and two sailors were stretch- breath of sea air. I have found both and apprecied out under the starboard bulwarks near the fore-ated them, I hope.” sheet. Mr. Gordon was seated on a camp stool There was a slight tinge of bitterness in his tone near the waist on the port side. As Meta came up as he uttered the first sentence. Meta looked into the companion way she met his glance, but only his fine, intellectual face, read there of his patience for an instant, as he turned his head away very and forbearance, and thought how infinitely supequickly.
rior he was to those who presumed to look down “He does think I meant to ridicule him!she reflected. “ And I won't endure that I can't p
" Arrogance comes of ignorance," she mused, as "Mr. Gordon!”
if following out her own train of thought, “ and igShe spoke impulsively, and blashed a deep red as
norance deserves pity. You have generosity enough his calma blue eyes sought her face.
to pity your present associates, not to blame “Let me offer you a seat,” he said, arising and them.” leaning against the bulwarks.
His face lighted up quickly. She accepted it mechanically, thanked him in a “Thank you, Miss Ray,” he rejoined earnestly. low voice and then wondered what she should say This is as unexpected as it is sweet. I shall renext. If she had thought a moment she would not member it.” have addressed him so rashly—but regrets were use- Why must her blood fly to her cheeks every time less. The awkwardness of her situation was in- he spoke in that voice? She could feel her face ereasing every moment. She knew that he was burn, and her heart beat with unusual rapidity. It wondering at her manner, and that only added to was very, very foolish, but she could not help it. her embarrassment.
For moments neither spoke.
Meta, I suppose I am mad, but I cannot hold my “Yes, Walter,” the words fluttered from her lips, peace, I love you.” The words broke forth with her face became a brilliant crimson. passionate fervor.
“Now and forever, Meta?” “I knew it, you scoundrel,” sounded Mr. Hawk's “Now and forever, Walter.” gruff voice. “I knew your game. Meta, go to He raised her in his arms and lifted her over the your state-room, quick. I'll deal with this fortune balcony as if she were a child. hunter."
Three hours later, Silas Hawk was pulled to the “For shame, uncle
Clio and came aboard raving and tearing like a mad “Shut up, girl, not a word.
man. His niece had been abducted by that villain, Terribly mortified, the maiden hastened down be Gordon' and then he swore vengeance and stamped low. Then the two men faced each other, one puff his feet, smote his fists, shook his head, and grew ing and swelling with a boisterous wrath, the other purple in the face. Bob Quint with one gray eye cool, calm, but fearfully angry.
screwed up in a peculiar manner stood grinning at "Old man you have grossly insulted me, and him, and calling him a lunatic. Silas Hawk grew why? because I am poor.” Gordon's voice trem- furious and foamed at the mouth, and just then bled, his fists closed. “Stop, tempt me no further Meta with Walter Gordon came upon deck. The with your abuse; utter a word at your peril. For enraged uncle sprang toward the young man, but her sake I pass this over. Stand aside, don't you Bob Quint caught him by the neck. dare to speak to me.”
“Stop, you blockhead, that is my nephew and his The blue eyes flashed dangerously, there was wife.” something in the young man's face that took the
" Your nephew, Mr. Quint?” cried Miss Chillingtemper all out of Hawk, and he slunk away mum
ton, growing very pale. bling to himself. Again Walter Gordon was alone
“By Saint George now, that's perfectly amazin', on deck—the stars shone as bright, the waters rip- enough to stun a fellah, you know,” said Mr. Gushpled musically from the bows of the Clio, all around ington, gazing at Gordon through his eye-glass. him was the same, but ah! what a change had come
But if you'll all remember, I always said he was over his life! Would she have said yes if they had deuced refinedau?” not been interrupted? No, it was wild to dream
" I'm sure, I always admired Mr. Gordon,” said of it, and yet she reproved her uncle vehemently. Miss Sikesly with a simper. But why reflect? To-morrow she would pass from
"Now I may be a bear, but I ain't a liar no way," him, and he would shortly go back to the old life said Silas Hawk. Here, young, man give us your and bury this fond vision in the trials and struggles hand, I've insulted you and disliked you, but I'll of hours to come. What a fool he had made of him. try to make up for it. Bob Quint and you have self-he a penniless fellow to dare ask her to be his played it on me.” wife.
“No, I did it all,” said Quint. “ Walter didn't Morning came, and when Gordon awoke the Clio know I was alive till within an half hour. I've was anchored in Newport harbor. He arose and been in California for years, but I'm here now and dressed himself wearily; there was a peculiar op- determined to make my people happy. Just be pression upon his heart. When he entered the careful hereafter to treat everybody decently, and cabin he saw that neither Meta nor her fierce old you won't get caught as you are now.” uncle were present, and he soon learned that they had gone ashore in the gig. Well, it was better so
THE CHILD'S GARDEN. perhaps. After breakfast, Captain Hawthorn in. vited Mr. Gordon to go ashore with him and the
Beneath the budding lilacs young man could not refuse-something impelled
A little maiden sighed him against his will to accept. Reaching the pier,
The first fluwer in her garden Captain Hawthorn proceeded at once to the Ocean
That very morn had died. House, where, he met many friends to all of whom he introduced his companion, as if to atone for any
A primrose tust, transplanted, neglect of the past. Thus the forenoon ebbed away,
And watered every day, dinner was partaken of, and then the yachtman
One yellow bud had opened, made another call at an elegant mansion in the sub
And then it pined away. urbs, Gordon still in his company. But the latter
I thought as that child's sorrow did not enter here, instead he walked around the
Rose wailing on the air, wide grounds leisurely smoking. Finding himself
My heart gave forth an echo at last in the rear of the house, he turned to retrace
Long bound in silence there. his steps, when a half-suppresed exclamation broke upon his ear. Looking up quickly he saw Meta
For, though time brings us roses, come from the lattice window upon the circular
And golden fruits beside, balcony. What a strange, wild thrill of joy went
We've all some desert garden through his nature, as if it had been years instead
Where life's first primrose diedi of hours since they met. Rushing forward he placed a rustic chair beneath the balcony, and mount- The auctioneer at the horse market is supposed ing upon it extended his arms.
to be a very powerful man, as he “knocked down » "Oh, Meta, my darling! will you come to me?” | several horses the other day.