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sieesibon when I was in St. Paul. I chndat whether I shal e@rer be able to take him.” “t's more likely that he would take you, if the chance were given him, for if there ever was an incarnate villain, that game Savage is he.” “What has he ever done to earn such a reputation ?” “ Not a great deal, as yet, it is true,” returned young’ Brai nerd, “Lut he fs ust the man who— ~ Phe speaker paused abruptly, as he encountered the sharp, reproving look of lis father, who gave a vigorous “ ahem /” ‘to attract his attention. Despite the effort made by each to con- céal ‘this little telegram, and its results, it was noted and observed by every one at the table, although but one or two - guspected its true significance. The artist, noticing the em- barrassment, hastened to relieve it, by remarking: “Tt has struck me that Uncle Abe might get a good Gene- ral’ or two from the red-men. No doubt there is many’a Philip, Pontiac and Tecumseh among the aborigines, who could Jead ‘our armies on to victory and peace. I tell you, friends, you needn’t laugh, for these same savages have vm.” ‘No doubt Albert Pike has discovered that long since,” re- plied Uncle John, “dnd it strikes me that if we couid refuse the Offer of the Comanches in the Mexican war, we can dis- pense with the services of those other tribes in this revellion.” “You are all leagued ‘against me, and it is useless to talle Wwith-you. Maggie, can you not take my part?” ‘The ‘girl thus unexpectedly appealed to, blushed slightly as she responded : “T-would be glad to do so, Mr. Halleck. I once’ shared _ your views, but it required only a short residence here to dis- pel them. I am afraid there is little romance in this ‘western | life of ours.” “4 [will talk no more with you, when not one of you ‘will ‘be my friend. Uncle John, what kinds of game does’ Minne- seta produce 2” “Every kind—from a grizzly bear down to’an ant.’ — “You don’t pretend to say any of those shaggy’ Bsoneters ‘are found in this section ?” “What do you mean—-ants ?” “No; ERT We CONNICOOOKS (e(o)|