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THE PERILS OF THE PRAIRIE. 2% ‘met Miss Sarah Stump, a maiden lady of some thirty years, with small gray eyes, flaxen bair and a sharp, thin face, with & few premature Wrinkles upon it. By the younger portion of the’ settlers, Miss Stump was known and liked ss Aunt Sally, when she was ina good humor ; but it was seldom that Miss Stump was ever so, for she was a sad victim to the toothache—that disease which Burns so aptly termed : “ The hell o’ all diseases.” _ And no one ever saw woman, patient, suffering creatures, in @ good-humor with the toothache, while, with a man, it is much worse, ; _ Bat, Miss Sallie had committed one great, irretrievable error. While suffering with her teeth, she had taken to the use of Opium as an alleviator of pain, and it had such an effect on her system, that she was compelled to use it constantly—in fact, it had become second nature to her, and to find her with- outa vial of the stimulant in her pocket, was to find her sick for the want of it, When Mabel met this spinster lady, she informed her at once of the approach of the Indians and the meeting with Carl Oakley. Mias Stump elevated her hands and exclaimed : “ Oh, Lord, sakes! the Indians coming and the men all - away! What under the sun and shining stars will we do? And that insignificant Carl Oakley! To think he would act that way when he knows, as well as I know, that you are go- ing to marry Frank Harwood. Sakes alive! I jest wish ~ ’Siab Jenkins was here, and I'd have him foller Carl and beat the very life outen him. I tell you what, Miss Mabel, there’s something wrong about that feller, now mind you.” “LT believe so myself, Aunt Sally, for when he spoke of. the Indians coming, le acted so indifferently about it.” “Ugh? “Gracious, what’s that, Mabel ?” Tt was a low, guttural sound that startled the spinister 80, and turning, the two women found themselves confronted by two hideous painted savages, ; _ Anexclamation of horror escaped their lips, and they would cles 4 but the savages, foreseeing their intention, advanced _ Mabel was too much frightened to make any resistance, Sl Sines“, = —-- * comicbooks:com . - - ¥ ". =. Py ~ ~~" * ' ~ . P 4 . an