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100° RED ARROW, THE WOLF DEMON. the lodge of the old Indian who was the Great Medicine Man of the Shawnee tribe. The death of one of the principal warriors of his tribe by the dreaded hand of the Wolf Demon, almost within the very pre- cincts of his village, and at the very moment when he was prepare. ing to set out on his expedition against the whites, seemed like an omen of evil. The two renegades had joined the circle around the dead Indian, and had listened to the story of how he had met his death. Then, when the circle had broken up, they had siowly walked back again te their former position by the bank of the river, * Dave, the words of the chief are a mystery to me, though the In- dians seem to understand them welh-enough. What did he mean when he spoke of the Wolf Demon? and what did that mark of a Red Arrow cut on the breast of the dead Indian mean ?”’ *“* Why, don’t you know ”” asked the other, in astonishment. “No; you forget that, for the past six months, | have been at Upper Sandusky, with the Wyandots.” “Yes; and it is just about six months since the Wolf Demon first appeared.”’ “ Explain,” said Girty, unable to guess the mystery. “Twill. For the past six months some mysterious being has sin- gied out the warriors of the Shawnee tribe for his victims. He always seems to take them by surprise ; single warriors alone he at- tacks. And on the breast of those he kills he leaves, as his mark, three slashes witha knife, forming a Red Arrow, like the one you saw On this fellow.” * But the name of the Wolf Demon!” - “1 will explain. One Indian alone has lived to tell of an en- counter with this mysterious slayer. He was only stunned, and recovered. He reported that he was attacked by a huge gray wolf, but with a man’s head—the face painted bdiack and white. The wolf stood on its hind legs like a man, but in hight fur onttop- ing any human. He caught a glimpse of the monster as it struck im down with a tomahawk that the beast held in its paws, And that’s the story of the Wolf Demor who has killed some of the bravest warriors of the Shawnee ration.” “But, what do you think it is ?”’ ** 1 reekon it’s the devil,’ said the renegade, solemnly. The continuation of ‘Rep Arrow, Taz WOLF Demon, OR, THS UEEN OF THE Kanawha,” by Albert W. Aiken, wil! appear in No. of the ** New YorkK Satcrpay JouRNAL’’—same size of al lar weeklies, and SELLS FOR ONE CENT LESS PER Copy! No. 36 now ready, and for sale by newsdealers everywhere. ‘This truly remark- able romance, by Mr. Aiken, will make as great a scnsation as did Seti: Joues,”’ ** Nick of the Woods,” and ** Nick Whiffles,” in their duy ; and in our opinion will eclipse them ALL in subtilly of plot, de- lineation of border life and character, vividness of style, and strength of stery. Mr. Aikea has proved himseif a= versatilein the field of Indian and Forest Romance as in City Life revelation, where be reigns supreme—no liviug author having given such startlingly true pictures of metropolitan life and character as he has in his po ular Bovels, **The Ace of Spades,” “‘ The Scarlet Hand,” and “Heart of Fire.” ‘‘Rep ARkRow, THE WoLF DEMON, OR, THE QUEEN OF Hm Kawawna,” WE pronounce the beat Indian story ever eames ooks.com —