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Men looked askance at this. There in the other the bloody remains of a large must be a trick somewhere—the stakes black cat of the domestic variety. were too high. Wet Dog, as they well It was Tom. Tom, the sign and totem knew, valued this horse more than the of the Black Cat saloon; Pete's especial whole of his other possessions, squaws pet, and the only tame cat within fifty and all. It was a temptation, however, miles. Around his neck there was and several hesitated, until, at last, the thong, by means of which he had been Reverend Randolph stepped out of the tied in the cave. Pete's wrath grew shadow, placing at the Chief's feet a can- greater as he looked, and he became vas shot-bag, partially filled. “ Dar's de quiet, as was his wont when angry. It dust,” he observed. “ Does she go?”

was a trick.

A trick played on him, and Wet Dog stooped and lifted the bag by an Indian who was gone, now, and It weighed well, and he was glad, for of gone with many of his tribe about him. all men, he would rather despoil this one, Besides, an Indian, more especially one and he signified that the wager held. of a tribe that occasionally varies the But who was to carry out its terms? Not monotony of reservation life by the murthe Indians, for they had specifically de- der of defenceless settlers, one must not clined doing so, and the reverend jockey shoot, for they draw Government rations seemed to have little inclination in that and are protected by Federal laws and direction, so there was a pause of some officers. A Mexican, however, is differseconds, broken by Pete.

ent. No one protects him, or wants to, “Stand by to help, boys, if I don't and Pete looked at the swarthy faces kill,” he said, and, turning, he walked about him for a sign of levity, but more toward the cave. The Indians drew dejected appearing specimens of the Latin away, except the squaw, who still stood race it would be impossible to find ; so he by the horse's head. In his hand Pete retired to his saloon, closing the door held a shot-gun of the kind used by ex- after him. press messengers, with sawed-off barrels Wet Dog was soon overtaken by the and heavy charges of buckshot in them. squaw who had been left behind with the It was pitch dark inside the cave, and horse, and they had ridden on for some Pete edged his way carefully, seeing time. They were going slowly, for the nothing until the passage took a turn. way was steep.

When he beckoned her Then, beyond, glowed two spots of dull, to him he was rocking in his saddle with

They were the eyes of the silent mirth, for the Apache, unlike many beast; the Wells Fargo burned a red other Indians, will laugh heartily enough hole in the darkness, and the echoing walls when anything strikes his somewhat peculgave back a crash like thunder. Then iar sense of humor, and his dignity allows, another shot, and Pete backed into the and now he was on exceedingly good open, coughing and choking from the terms with himself as his wife, with a sulphurous fumes. He caught a breath dutiful little murmur of joy, handed him of fresh air, and, dropping the shot-gun, the bag. He undid the string and poured drew a pistol and dove into the black hole part of the contents out in his hand. His

face grew dark, for this was not gold"Is it a puma, Pete ? " someone asked far from it—but little black pellets, and at length. It was not. Pete's answer many of them. About a pound and a was lengthy and hyperbolic, but on that half of No. 4 shot. point it was quite clear, and the squaw, Wet Dog was dazed for a moment, but catching up the precious bag, which she the squaw wailed. This recalled him to thrust into her bosom, bundled on to the himself, and he was impolite enough to wagered horse, and lashing him furiously, throw the handful of shot in her face followed her companions.

Then he rode on, lost in thought. The Then

more Pete's voice wisdom of the red man he had been born heard from inside the cave, raised in ear- to; he had acquired that of the whites, nest profanity, which grew louder and and of the black man he now had seen more distinct until Pete appeared in the something, but his heart was heavy withopening, his six-shooter in one hand and in him, and he desired to know no more.

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A council was held, at which Nick-Nack, sitting on the table with Mà-le, presided.-Page 582.

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HEN Emma was in the dawn of her history marked also

born, her mother its brief high noon and flickering twilight. was rather preoccu- All the contrasts of a checkered career pied. In some hu- were powerless to render her other than man, as in feline cir- consistent, equable, and just. She left cles, a birth more or despair to smaller minds. less is never a matter Frau Rupp happened to marry about

of moment. Besides, this time, thereby changing her name; Frau Rupp had had eight infants already, but Rupp will be retained for the purwas by nature scatter-brained, and con- poses of this narrative. She had had templated moving to Zürich. Emma was already two or three husbands, and was wrapped in something and laid aside while never particularly engrossed by anythe packing went on. She appeared in no thing of the sort or “ careful of the respect agitated by her new environment. type." The new husband was about to A large placidity in accepting the inevit- establish himself in the beer and grog able distinguished her from first to last, business in Zürich, whither he prowhile the unphilosophical tendency toward ceeded shortly after the ceremony, leavgourmandise—her unique vice—evinced ing Frau Rupp and all the little Rup

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plets to follow. The contracting par- burden of responsibility which, for some ties had been delayed slightly by Em- reason or other, was slipping more and ma's impending entrance into this stage more from their mother's shoulders. of being ; but, once an accomplished Everything was collected except a few fact, she was but a minute obstacle in straggling parcels. Frau Rupp took sevtheir path, and Frau Rupp's few and eral at once under her arm. One of them not very clean possessions were speed- was Emma. Making Widow Dugenhubel ily ready for the emigration. Emma ceremonious, prolonged, exhaustive, emoblinked and said nothing, except when tional, and even teary adieux—which was her inherent gourmandise triumphed not unnatural, they being very old neighbriefly over her habitual serenity of bors who had never quarrelled beyond

human capacity -- Frau Rupp dropped On the day of Frau Rupp's depart- one of her encumbrances. It was not ure her cheeks looked glazed, her eyes Emma. But Lotte Mez thought it might unnaturally brilliant, and her utterance have been, and for this and other reasons sounded husky, all of which may have said, abruptly : been due to fatigue or to emotion called “Why not leave the baby here until forth by the painful necessity of bidding you get settled?" farewell to her neighbors in the man- The cart drove off without Emma. sard : Lotte Mez, the washerwoman and Lotte Mez, the washerwoman and househouse-cleaner ; Leni and Mina, the fac- cleaner, took no airing that Sunday, but tory-girls ; the widow Dugenhubel and sat all day long in her room, old memher offspring ; old Daddy Schanz, who ories tugging at her heart, and, with a

a little silly but could still read strange mixture of pain and bliss, watched publishers' proofs ; Granny Schanz, who and tended a feeble mite, breathing incould not; and the consumptive little deed, evidently manifesting no prejudice chimney-sweep, jolly Nack Nickerson, against life, but making no distinct claims called, by his intimates, Nick-Nack. upon it. This impartial attitude the child Happily, they could all be present, for never abandoned. It was an unchristthe hour appointed for the exodus was ened infant. Frau Rupp, who forgot early on a Sunday morning, so that Frau most things, had forgotten to think of a Rupp's cousin, the teamster, might, un

for this most irrelevant baby. impeded by the exactions of employers, Lotte, with hot tears and shuddering, place himself and his cart at her disposal. stifled sobs—although she was alone in

Sympathetic animation pervaded the the mansard—knelt before it and murmansard. Each helped after his own mured Emma. Five and twenty years fashion. Leni and Mina skipped up previous had appeared, incidentally, in and down five flights to fling things into her own life, just such a soft, helpless the cart and made bold jokes at the invit- thing. It had lived long enough to ing driver. The Widow Dugenhubel stood stammer sweet, absurd words, and laugh, at her door and talked solid cubic feet. and be adorable, and fill its mother's life Old Daddy Schanz walked about smiling with delight, although her former friends feebly and rubbing his hands. Nick- no longer spoke to her. When it died Nack, having emerged from his cloud of suddenly, Lotte left her home, a change soot, shone upon the world with his in all respects commendable and worldly handsome Sunday-face, sat upon a box wise. She was now forty-five years old, and laughed like a young god. Lotte the most able, conscientious, and Mez quietly did three-quarters of the spected of her profession, had her circle work, while Frau Rupp wept in a con- of regular patrons and was usually enfused, maudlin

and diligently gaged six months deep-a rugged womdropped parcels ; but this may have been an, strong as a man. due to overpowering regret. The avail- The exigencies of Lotte's profession able Rupp children—the older ones were necessitated days at home and days in service, the later-born mostly dead- abroad. On the latter, Emma was obeyed Lotte Mez's orders, and bore, handed over to Granny Schanz or the with careworn, anxious little faces, the Widow Dugenhubel. Some babies ob

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ject, and not unreasonably, to constant thrived in a certain sense, for, although changes of temperature, milk, method, pallid and puny, her frail organism was and handling. Emma's composure re- less addicted to unseemly revolt and mained unruffled. The multifariousness woful spasms than is ordinarily the most of her diet would have destroyed the robust and pampered heir to an ancient offspring of Titans. During the first name. weeks of her existence, she mouthed meat, Possessed thus of rare social tact, she lapped beer, sucked painted sugar-birds was the pet of the entire population of -Nick-Nack's tribute to her charms the mansard. Leni and Mina, when partook, according to her degree, of not at the factory or running about with sauerkraut, bits of raw carrot, cold boiled sweethearts — in rotation adored her potatoes, and other urgent invitations to and fondled her in spasmodic excess. colic, and survived. Nay, more, she Whether exposed to their loud assidu

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