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heavy on it. Good-by, gal. Ef I don’t come back and ye git away, remember the old man sometimes, won't ye?”’ Millicent threw her arms about his neck, and kissed him as she might have kissed her father. The face of the old man worked for a moment, and then the undaunted one was sniveling. “Thar, git away. Ye’ve madea baby of me at last. I knew ye would. Now let me go. Good-by, boys. Whatever happens, take keer of the little gal. Be sure of that.”’ He sprung upon the dam and crossed to the other side. 1ey saw him clamber up the distant side of the mountain, and turn to wave his hand in token of farewell. Then he passed over the crest and was lost to sight. A strange feeling fell upon them then. A feeling of loneliness, a sense of insecurity, and all felt how much they had learned to love and trust Trapper Ben. Jan felt his loss most of all, and went aside, where he cast himself down on the ground and put his arm before his eyes. The others did not care to stay the tide of the hon- est Dutchman's sorrow, and a half-hour passed in unbroken silence, when suddenly Millicent cried: ** Look there, look there!"’ Above them, on a ledge of rocks, stood the strange creature which had haunted them since theirentrance into the hills. Jan ran for his roer, but Bentley seized him and would not let him fire. But, at the sight of the gun, the monster sprung away and con- cealed himself behind a rock, from which he peeped out 5 ea dodging back when the gun was pre- sented... ** Don’t you dare to fire,’’ said Bentley. ‘‘ You do not know what danger you may bring down upon us by the act.”’ Jan yielded reluctantly, and laid aside the gun. The moment he did so the creature, with its fierce laugh, sprung up the cliff and Chappe “Thank heaven he is gone,"’ said Millicent. “‘ That monster gives me more uneasiness than the Indians and Jules Damand to boot. Something within tells me that the villain will yet give us trouble. Oh, if he should get me, b oy means, in his power!" And she visibly shuddered. ‘*One of us must stand guard,” said Bentley. *‘ We have more dangers than this to fear.” “So you have,” yelled a voiee on the cliff above. ** Beware!” They looked up, long enough to see the malicious face of Jules Damand looking down upon them. It was only a passing glimpse, for he disappeared im- mediately. ‘Just as I feared,” said Millicent with a sigh. **That villain will not let us rest.” “He knew that we would take to the river. and followed along the crest until he saw us land. There goes his rifle; he is firing at something.”’ The report of the rifle was followed by the cry of the Monntain Devil, Then they heard the sound of a Spee the aes wigs hear Hr ne oe amand a upon the , closely pursu by the wil Thin The Frenchman had % Enife in his hand, and as he reached the level rock overhang- ing the stream, and saw that he could run no fur- ther, he turned at bay, and was ready to fight for his life. The Mountain’ Devil held in his hand the barrel of the rifle which he had wrenched from the hand of Jules, and the stock of which he had shat- tered on the rocks. “Shall we help him, Jan?”’ “Yaw,” said Jan. ‘Den we tie him oop,” They began to clamber up the rocks, while Milli- cent stood, with bated breath, watching the combat on the ledge. The monster was raining astorm of blows upon the head of the Frenchman; but he had closed and gr d it by the shaggy hair upon its breast, so that the blows were pot at the full sweep of the arm. Already the keen knife. had been plunged twice to the hilt in the body of the monster, when it threw down the rifle barrel, and caught Jules Damand ‘in its long arms. Millicent uttered a scream which rung through the hills, for she saw that the man_ was doomed. The monster had got his death-wound, but still the strength he essed was too much for Jules Da- mand, even though fighting with the energy of de- — He saw the heads of Bentley and Jan appear a the ledge, and knew that_they would be too late, for the monster had forced him back to the extreme edge of the chasm, two hundred feet above the torrent Sow: As the feet of Bentley reached the rock he caught a ee of the seetilaad face of Damand, whose paleness was terrible. He gasped for breath and made one st le. It was his last; for the next moment, with a demoniac laugh, the huge body of the Mountain Devil shot out into the air, bearing in his arms the form of Damand. Millicent saw them strike the water and ran tothe spot. A crimson stain told where they had gone down, and a white hand and arm could be seen struggling faintly in the flood. She seized it, and with a strength which was unnatural dragged Jules Damund out of the water. He had only time to gasp out a prayer for forgiveness, and die. ey buried him that day under the shadow of the ledge. The wa of the Mountain Devil was also raised, and they laid it on the shore. Then they saw that it was inthe form of aman of gigantic size, whose uncouth aspect might have been gained by companionship with beaste, They buried him too, and waited for Ben. : He came back next day, triumphant, but would tell them nothing. ‘Come along,” he said, and they followed with implicit faith up the ledge. The day was nearly spent when they reached their old camp, but Ben caught the horses and made his companions mount. Jules had left his horse, which sree EE — The Three Trappers. had found its way back tothe camp. Bentley took it. Ben gave up his own good beast to Millicent and walked by its side. They reached the mouth of the pass, and Ben called them to a halt, and pointed out upon the prairie. There they saw the band of Whirling Breeze encamped, apparently in the great- est security. “Load yer weepons, boys,” said Ben, ‘“* Leave the galhyar. I’m goin’sto are my rifle. When I do, watch the spur of the mountain yonder, an’ then foller me,”’ They obeyed him. Ben raised bis rifle and fired in the air. Obedient to the signal, two hundred war- riors, armed to the teeth, emerged from their covert and charged the astonished Blackfeet. Ben sprung into his saddle and rode forward to aid his friends, He came too late. The band of Whirling Breeze was scattered, and he only escaped by the speed of his horse. Ben arrived in time to sequestrate two fine mustangs, and compliment the Crow chief upon the neatness and dispatch of the action, The party proposed to return to the forts, The chief and fifty chosen warriors rode with them. | Among the prisoners Ben found the son of Whirling Breeze, and asked the chief for him. The request was granted, and the young warrior was set at lib- erty and returned to his friends, **Chief,’’ said Ben of the death of the when he had heard the story Mountain Devil, *‘do you know what that was?”’ ‘“* Half-breed,” said the chief. “Mad. Lived in the Black Hills many years. Glad he dead, Kill many warriors.” “It was a madman, then,” said Bentley. “I thought so,”’ A few miles from the first fort the Indians left them. They reached the fort in safety. Here the old man and Jan bade them good-by, but not until he had seen Bentley and cent married by the fort chaplain. The parting was painful, and the young bride was corny affected. But it was over at last, and Millicent, hand in hand with her hus- band, watched their retiring forms as they passed over the prairie toward the distant hills, When Bentley Morris was older, and children were growing up about his knees, in the strong young State of which he was a leading man, he often told the tale of those perilous times, with Trapper Ben and Jan Schneider, in the camp in the Black Hills. And once a year a letter, strange in orthography and composition, comes from the two trappers. Jan is still with Ben, and will be to the last. THE END, Waverley Library. Tue Maskep Bripe. By Mrs. Mary R. Crowell. Was Ir Love? By Wm. Mason Turner, Tuer Grau Wire. By Bartley T. Campbell. A BrRavE HEART, By Arabella Southworth. Besse Raynor. By Wm. Mason Turner, M. D. Tue Secret MarriaGce, By Sara Claxten. 8 Heart To Heart. By Arabella Southworth. 9 ALONE IN THE WoRLD. By author of “Clifton.” 10 A Parr or Gray Eyes... By Rose Kennedy. 11 ENTANGLED, By Henrietta Thackeray. 12 His Lawru. Wire. By Mrs. Stephens. 18 Mapcap. By Corinne Cushman, 14 Way I Marrizp Him, By Sara Claxton. 15 A Farr Face. By Bartley T. Campbell. 16 Trust Her Nor. By Margaret Leicester. 17 A Loyau Lover. By Arabella Southworth. 18 His Ipon. By Mrs, d well, 19 THe Broken BerroTHaL. By Mary G. Halpine. 20 OrPHAN NELL. By le Penne. 21 Now AND FOREVER. H. Thackeray. 22 Toe Bripe or aN Actor. _By the author of ** Alone in the World,” etc., etc. 23 Leap YEAR. By Sara Claxton. 2% Her Fack Was Her Fortune. EK. Blaine. 25 Onty A ScHooitmistress. By A, Southworth. 26 Wirnout A Heart, By Col. P. Ingraham, 27 Was Sue a Cogvette? By H. Thackeray. 28 Svar. CHase. By Mrs. Ann 8. Stephen? 29 For Her Dear SAKE. By Sara C n, 30 Tue Bougvet Girt. By Agile Penne, 81 A Map Wissen By Mary A. Denison. 82 MARIANA, THE PrrwA Donna. By A. Southworth. 383 THe Turex Sisters. By Alice Fleming. 84 A Marriage or ConvENIENCE. By Sara Claxton. 35 AtLAGanst Her, By Clara Augusta. 36 Str ARcHER's Brink. By Arabella Southworth. 87 Tue Country Covsry. By Rose Kennedy. 88 His Own Aacarn. By Arabella Southworth. 89 FLIRTATION. By Ralph Royal. 40 PLEDGED TO MARRY. x3 Sara Claxton. 41 Buinp Devorion, By Alice Fleming. 42 Bearrice, roe BreavtiFuL. By A. Southworth. 43 THe Baroner’s SECRET. Sara Claxton. 44 THe Onty Daventer. By Alice Fleming. 45 Her Hippen For, By Arabella Southworth. 46 Tae Lirrize Heress. By M. A. Denison. 47 Because Sue Lovep Hm. By Alice Fleming. 48 In Sprre oy Hersets. By S. R. Sherwood. 49 His Heart's Mistress. By Arabella Southworth. 50 THe CuBaN Hetress. By Mrs. Mary A. Denison, 51 Two Youne Grrts. By Alice Fleming. - 52 THe WincED Mrssencer. By Mary Reed Crowell 58 Acnes Horr. By W. M. Turner, M. D. 54 ONE Woman's Heart. By George S. Kaime. 55 SHE Dip Nor Love Him. By Arabella Southworth, 56 Lo . By Wm. M. Turner, ¥. D. 57 A Brave Giri, By Alice Fleming. 58 THz Epon Mask, By Mary Reed Crowell, 59 A Wipow’s Wiies. By Rachel Bernhardt. 1 —) 60 Cxor’s Ducerr. 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By Octave Feuillet. 86 JANET’S REPENTANCK. By George Eliot. 87 ROMANCE oF A Poor Younc Man. By O. Feuillet. 88 A TrerrisLe Deep. By Emma G. Jones. 89 A GILDED Sm. By Mary Howitt, By Florence Marryat, 90 Tae AuTHOR's DAUGHTER. 91 Tue Jit. By Charles Reade. 92 ErLeEN ALANNA, By Dennis O'Sullivan. 93 Love’s Victory. By B. L. Farjeon. 94 THe Quiet Heart. By Mrs. Oliphant. 95 Letrice ARNOLD. By Mrs. Marsh. 96 Haunted Hearts. By Rachel Bernhardt. 97 Huan Meron. By Catharine King. 98 Auice LearmMont. By Miss Mulock. 99 Marvgornte Bruce's Lover. By Mary Patrick, 100 THrovaH Fire and WATER. By Fred. Talbot. 101 HANNAH. By Miss Mulock. 102 Pra Worrinaton. By Charles Reade. 103 A Desperate Deep. By Erskine Boyd. 104 SHADOWS ON THE Snow. By B. L. Farjeon. 105 Toe Great Hoeaarty DIAMOND, y W. M. Thackeray. 106 From Dreams To Wakrna. By E, Lynn Lintor 107 Poor Zepx. By F. W. Robinson. 108 THe Sap Fortunes OF THE Rev. Amos Barron. By George Eliot. 109 BrREAD-AND-CHEESE AND Kisses. By B. L. Parjeon 110 THe WANDERING Here. By C. Reade, 111 THe Brorger’s Ber. By E. F. Carien. 112 A Hero. By Miss Mulock. 118 PauL AND Vrrarnia. From the French of Ber- nardin de St. Pierre. 114 "Twas In TRAFALGAR’s Bay. By Walter Besant and James Rice. 115 Tue Marp or Kriiteena. By William Black. 116 Herry. By Henry “ip my 117 Tue Waysipg Cross. By Capt. FE. A. Milman. 118 THe VicaR or WAKEFIELD. By Oliver Goldsmith 119 Mavup Monan, By Annie Thomas. 120 THappEus or WARSAW. By Miss Jane Porter. 121 THe Kine or No-LAnp. B. L. Farjeon. 122 Love, THE Wirpowrr, By W.M. Thackoray. 123 An IsuANpD Peary. By B, L. Farjeon. 1% Covusty PaILuis. 125 Ler.a; or, Tae Stece or GRENADA. By Edward Bulwer, (Lord Lytton.) WHEN THE Sartre Comes Home. By Walter Besant and James Rice. 127 ONE OF THE FAammy. James Payn. 128 Tee Brrraricut. By Mrs. Gore. 129 MoTHERLEsS; or, The Farmer's Sweetheart, By Colonel Prentiss In Ps 180 HomeLess; or, The Two Orphan Girls in New York, By Albert W. Aiken. 131 SISTER AGAINST SISTER; or hg Riveley ot Hearts. By Mrs. M Reed well. 182 Sop For GoLp; or, ost Lost. ° By Mrs, M. V. Victor 133 Lorp Rorg's Sry; or, Betrothed at the Oradle. By Mrs. Georgiana Dickens. 134 Dip He Love Her? By Bartley T. Campbell. 135 SINNED AGAIEES or, Almost in His Power. By n Lovejoy. 136 Was Sue His Wire? By Mary Réed Crowell. 187 THe VILLAGE ON THE.CLir¥F. By Miss Thackeray. 138 Poor VALERIA; or, The Broken Troth. y Margaret Blount. 189 MARGARET GRAHAM. By G. P. R. James. 140 WrrHour Mercy. By Bartley T, Campbell, 141 Honor Bounp. By Lillian Lovejoy. 142 FLEEING FROM Love. Mrs. Harriét Irving. 143 AppucTEeD. By Rett Winwood, 144 A STRANGE Marriaag, By Lillian Lovejoy. 145 Two Grris’ Lives. By Mrs. Mary Reed well. 146 A Desperate Venture. By Arabella Southworth 147 Toe War or Hearts. By Corinne Cushman. 148 Watch Was THz Woman’ By Sara Claxton. 149 AN Amartious Giri, By Frances H. Davenport, 150 Love Lorp or Aut. 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