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and, the other two joining him, they
trailed the antelope for us about half
a mile, when the young rancher said:
" I know just where they are; they



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707



have gone up to the sand-hills."
We struck for the road to get out of
the cactus and cantered along pretty
smartly for four or five miles; then,
turning over toward the mountains
again, we reached the mouth of quite
a large valley with sand-hills in all
directions. Forming a line (rather
a slim one to cover half a mile of
territory) we rode up into this valley
for about a mile, when we saw the
antelope looking at us from the crest
of a sand-hill. We kept edging
nearer until the antelope broke by
us as a band of cattle would. Doc
turned himself loose and struck a
fine two year-old doe about an inch
above the brisket. As we discovered,
afterward, the bullet went just above
the breast-bone and below the vital
organs, and it made no difference to
her speed for half a mile or so. The
hounds did not seem to take much
notice; they had never seen antelope
before, but with our riding and
yelling Lass suddenly took fire and
started to run in earnest. The other
two immediately joined her, and
it was only a matter of a mo-
ment till they were all excited and
in hot pursuit. Then followed a
wild ride. By dint of thumping our
ponies, which were not in very
good condition, with the butt ends of
our rifles, kicking, rocking in the
saddle, and cracking our throats with
fiendish yells, we got them warmed
up. The chase had lasted about a
mile, when the wounded antelope
commenced to drop back from the
band. Seeing this, the hounds re-
doubled their exertions. Little Tony
was in the lead, Alan next, and then
Lass, strung out about twenty or
thirty yards apart. Tony, on reach-
ing the antelope, grabbed it by the
side of its hip, which, of course,
afforded him no hold, and he dropped
off with a mouthful of fur and skin.
It checked the antelope a little, how-
ever, and Alan put on some extra
steam. He disappeared on the far
side of the antelope, then his great
head appeared above its back as he



made his spring, when they both
rolled over together and came
earth in a cloud of dust. The other
hounds threw themselves on her and
pinned her to the ground. The d
did not have a sound foot left am
them. The cactus had cut them into
ribbons, for which cause we decided
not to hunt any further, so we tun
our steps for the ranch where we had
left the team. Arriving tl
devoured about all the provisions in
the house, thanked the ranchman
and his wife for their hospitality, and
started for home in triumph.' The
head of the doe was a very pi
one and we afterward had it mounted.

In Montana, besides the writ*
pack, there are some good wolf-
killers — deerhounds, greyhounds, and
cross-breeds — in the neighborhood of
Great Falls.

A good deerhound should be as
fast as a second-rate greyhound and
as good a stayer. The most pic-
dominant characteristic of the deer-
hound is his courage. One is hardly
ever found lacking in this quality,
and their punishing power is very
useful at the bitter end of a hard
fight.

We have killed coyotes with two
greyhounds, two deerhounds, two
deerhounds and a greyhound, and
various like combinations, but
dogs are hardly equal to a coyote,
for they are usually not powerful
enough to hold the coyote help'
and it is a sickening sight to a true
sportsman to see good hounds cut up
needlessly. Of course they have to
take all reasonable chances, but three
hounds are better than two and four
are better than three. Hounds have
not the courage of bull-dogs. Severe
punishment does not do them any
good, and there is a point at which
they will quit (a fact that might as
well be admitted). Therefore it is
expedient to see that the chances are
in favor of the hounds escaping with
little or no punishment.

We have owned dogs of all breeds
for the past twenty years, and in no



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breed can be found such a pleasing
combination of high qualities as those
which characterize the deerhound.
Big Alan, savage as he looks and is,
in fact, when occasion requires, will
allow a little child to maul him until
humanity calls for interference. He
lives peaceably with seven or eight
other dogs, a little nanny-goat, and a
horse. Once in a while there is a
squabble, but Alan is never known
to keep on fighting after one of his
kennel-mates has quit. Not only
does he seldom fight, himself, but he
absolutely will not allow the others
to fight among themselves. No re-
straint is exercised on them. They
run together, their food is thrown to
them on the ground, and they are
watched only for the first few min-
utes, after which they are left to feed
as they will. Alan, of course, usu-
ally gets a little the best of it and
picks the choicest morsels. Some of
the greyhound dogs and younger
deerhounds may have an objection to
this occasionally, but it is so quickly
overruled and silenced that it amounts
to nothing. The little nanny-goat
sleeps with him, and he seems very
proud of her attachment. He treats
the puppies kindly, though with dig-
nity, only occasionally entering into
a romp with them when the spirit
moves him.

Lass, on the contrary, is always
ready for any kind of excitement. She
is romping all day and can stand off



the whole pack when they make it too
interesting for her, as they often do.
Deerhounds are delicate when
young, but, once grown, seem to be
extremely hardy. Their care is sim-
ple. They should be fed on plenty
of meat and table-scraps once a day,
and, if possible, given access at all
times to greyhound biscuit, to fill up
on. About every other day they
should be run from eight to fifteen
miles at a smart jog, occasionally
spurting, then stopping to a walk.
In the hunting season they should
get a run every day except the day
before and day after a hunt. Under
this treatment they will be always
strong, lively, and ready for work.
Before starting on a hunt it is a good
idea to give each hound a slice or
two of bread, to stay their stomachs,
and when they come home as much
meat as they will eat. Their legs
and feet should be kept in good con-
dition, and they should be given
plenty of bedding, then left quiet till
the next afternoon, when they should
have a walk of a mile or so and then
be fed. The second day they
should get about five or six miles,
then they can go back to their regu-
lar work. In this way (bar accidents)
dogs may always be kept in good
condition and ready to throw them-
selves into the chase with all the
ardor and enthusiasm that flushes the
cheek and quickens the blood of their
sympathetic masters.




THAT ALIEN.



BY ROSALIE A. KNK1 1.



A TEA-PARTY was at tempo vi-
r\ vace. Delicate shaded lamps
threw a soft glow over the
brilliant and artistic rooms. Tete-a-
tete tables with old-rose silk coverings
stood about, and everywhere sweetest
of blushing roses were in dense pro-
fusion. Steaming cups of tea stood
upon the tables before the upper set
of our society, their gay chatter and
soft laughter intermingling with the
dreamy strains of a waltz now and
then sounding in from among the
thick palms of the anteroom. Doro-
thy Thornburgh was holding a Rus-
sian tea from three to six at the
aesthetic Pacific Avenue residence
of her father, Judge Thornburgh.
Guests crowded the rooms and halls;
there was a general clatter of busy
tongues and a variety of smiling
faces, each one evidently glad with
the other.

Rather late in the afternoon the
sudden, high-sounding electric bell
again rang out sharply. At the same
moment the door swung and two
gentlemen entered the house together
— the jolly, laughing-faced young
Lieutenant Stevenson and with
him a very tall, stalwart Englishman,
clumsy of "foot and blunt in man-
ner. His light-brown hair, parted
in the middle, was brushed down very
smoothly on both sides of his head.
His beard, of a reddish hue, was closely
cut and came to a point at the chin.
He carried himself with a very no-
ticeable droop ; yet as William Victor
Bereston stood there with both hands
resting on his back he looked a typi-
cal Englishman. He certainly en-
tranced this American maiden Doro-
thy as for the first time she looked
upon him. The next moment her
tall, lithe figure came toward them.
Her dark-brown eyes sparkled and



her cheeks were glowing with anima-
tion.

" I am so glad to see you, Mr. Ste-
venson," warmly extending her band.
" I feared you were not coming, but
then I am so glad you have!" turn-
ing and smiling on the Englishman.

"My friend Mr. Bereston, Miss
Thornburgh." Bereston seized her
hand and shook it so that Dorothy
blushed most intensely.

"I am delighted to meet you, my
dear Miss Thornburgh. I have
heard so much about you that I have
really been quite anxious to meet
you, don't you know," in that char-
acteristic drawl.

"Really?" responded Dorothy
sweetly. " Do I come up to your ex-
pectation?" This caused much mirth
for the speakers as well as those
near by.

"Quite, Miss Thornburgh, quite!"

"Oh, only quite? Well, I am glad
of that ; and being the friend of my
friend here, I am glad to know you."

She led the way in and formally in-
troduced them. It was not long be-
fore Dorothy and Bereston learned
to know each other very well, agree-
ing wonderfully on all topics of o»n
versation.

" What a charming girl you are,
Miss Thornburgh. Really you are a
typical American girl."

" I am proud that I am an Ameri-
can; but as for the typical part, I
don't know."

" What a charming laugh you have,
and you carry such an amount of ex-
pression in your face, don't you
know."

This struck Dorothy as being im-
mensely funny, and she burst into
merry laughter.

"Do I? I never noticed that be-
fore."



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"You are an awfully jolly girl,
and I think I like you very much,
don't you know."

" Think, sir? You know not what
you say!"

Both laughed, and Bereston " hoo-
hoo-hoo'd" so that it fairly convulsed
Dorothy. The Englishman began to
wonder what she was really laugh-
ing at, and in sordino effect continued
laughing rather nervously.

" What's all this about?" said Lieu-
tenant Stevenson, coming toward
them and, as usual, madly twirling
his mustache. " What is the joke?"

"There is really no joke, my dear
boy. We are simply laughing at
nothing, don't you know," drawled
Bereston.

"Yes, at nothing," Dorothy laugh-
ingly put in, to which Bereston turned
to her:

"What are we laughing at?"

" I don't know what you are laugh-
ing at, but I am laughing at you, or
rather nothing."

"At me — hoo-hoo-hoo — at me —
hoo-hoo-oo-o! You don't seem to
be afraid to say so. Now really, my
dear Miss Thornburgh, I am very
much flattered."

" I thought you would be. Forgive
me, Mr. Bereston, for being so giddy. "

" You are charming!"

"But seriously," continued Doro-
thy, turning to the young lieutenant,
" I want you and Mr. Bereston to
stay to dinner to-night. Can you?"

Stevenson looked to Bereston.

" I should like to very much — yes,
thanks, shall be delighted," answered
Bereston.

" Ah, I am glad. Now see that you
do not go." With a smile Dorothy
left them, and was soon chatting
gayly with a young man who seemed
beside himself with admiration of
her.

" By George, Stevenson, that's a —
that's a most charming girl. I'm
quite in love with her already."

" The deuce you are ! I say, Beres-
ton," turning and facing him, "I
think you had better go !"



" Hoo-hoo — not much, dear boy,
not much."

Bereston is one of those fellows
most susceptible to pretty girls, es-
pecially those of mammondom. He
falls in love with all of them, and
almost always uses his polished ways
and brilliant eloquence in proposing
to marry them. But it seems search-
ing papas and careful mammas always
find him out in time; or sometimes
it was his turn to find out something
about the money part of the contract,
in which case he thought nothing of
simply quietly disappearing in proper
time. That he is a professional liar is
well known in several parts of differ-
ent countries. Besides these gifts, he
always fares well as regards society's
hospitalities. In his daring, blunt
way he is almost hateful — and yet he
is irresistible.

After dinner that evening Dorothy
was almost wildly gay. She sat at
the piano and sang Godard, swelling
the Englishman's heart even more
by her thrilling contralto voice. He
leaned his elbow on the top of the
piano and looked upon her, enrapt-
ured, while the others talked.

" What a charming girl ! that finely
shaped head! exquisite auburn hair!
divine profile! well curved neck!
those brilliant brown eyes!" Thus
mused he, when

"I like you, Miss Dorothy," sud-
denly blurted out Bereston.

" Do you? And I like you." She
turned to him bewitchingly.

" Really! Do you mean that, Miss
Dorothy?"

" Of course I do. I want you to
believe it, and I want you to come
again. How long do you intend
staying?"

" To-night?"

" No, no. I mean in California.
You said something about going back
to England shortly."

"Ah, yes, I did intend next month,
— but now — I won't, unless I take you
with me."

"Mr. Bereston!" she looked up at
him, her merry eyes aglow, and ris-



THAT ALIEN.



ing from the piano stool, playfully
beckoned to him, saying, " Come, let
us join the others."

The next day Mr. Bereston called
upon Miss Dorothy, and of course
every day that week he was there.
Lunched with the Thornburghs five
times, and dined there three times,
and at the end of all times Dorothy
found herself more interested in him
than ever. But her father, learning
from Aunt Sara of these numerous
day calls and lunch parties, besides
committing to memory one of the
Englishman's letters to Dorothy,
stood upon the brink of fury.

"The idea of that man!" he
stormed. "Who is he, anyhow?"

"An awfully nice fellow, papa, and
such a real gentleman, too, " answered
Dorothy gayly, at that moment ap-
pearing at the study door.

The unlooked-for and sudden an-
swer, with the gay, smiling face,
quite took his breath, but only for a
second.

"A gentleman, is he? You know
no more to verify that assertion than
I do, and I know nothing."

" Why, his bearing, his manners
are those of only a gentleman."

"The bearing of only a persistent
form of impertinency! I am told he
has been here every day this week.
What is the meaning?"

" Well — you know — because, you
know, I invited him always. He only
came a few times of his own accord.
But he is such a bright and clever
talker, I do like him so much."

" No doubt about it. You American
girls are extremely tiresome about
these foreign products; I tell you I
don't like the man, never did. It
has been three times too many times
to bear the sight of him at our dinner-
table, and I forbid his entrance here
again."

" There is no sense in disliking a
person for no reason."

Judge Thornburgh thought of a
letter in his pocket, then again
thought it best to let it stay there.

" I tell you, Dorothy, I forbid the



man to come in this house again. If
he comes when I am here, I'll simply
throw him out— the most imperti-
nent specimen of his type I ever met
A penniless masker who gets into
the good graces of people, and cli
to their goodness like a serpent A
man that ought to be put into a bal-
loon and sent off the earth— a para-
site — a "

" Now, papa, there is no use raving
about it; I am sure when you know
him better you will like him \
much. I notice you laugh at his
witty remarks."

" No one can help laughing at such
a foppish idiot, such an infernal aj
— Dorothy's lower lip protruded —
" What a great deal he thinks of him-
self, to force his company this way
upon people who care nothing
him !" he shouted. " But I'll let him
know who has it to say in this hoi:

" I think I still have a right to in-
vite and have my friends," tearfully
began Dorothy.

" No one forbids you, Dorothy, but
I notice you are disgustingly gushing
toward new-comers, and to this I
lishman unusually so. Who is he,
that you should treat him this way,
and what does he want"' What do
you know of him? What gentleman
will force his presence into a res;
able household this way, and allow
himself to be entertained by the
daughter, and every day of the week
at that — and — and — I become more
enraged the more I think of it!"

" There, there — what is the use of
speaking so? Being introduced by
Lieutenant Stevenson ought to be
enough proof of his being a gentle-
man. I cannot believe any wrong
in him. He is a jolly well-met fel-
low, like clubmen generally are, but
perfectly honorable and straightfor-
ward. Besides, how are you ever
going to know a person if you don't
invite them to come, and learn to
know them."

"I don't want to know this man,
and I won't have him in the hou
stormed Judge Thornburgh.



THAT ALIEN.



"And I do," returned Dorothy
hotly, " and I think I still have a lit-
tle right in this house regarding my
friends!" She swept from the room
in a rage, slamming the door after
her. At the same moment the bell
rang. She knew who it was, and
sprang down the stairs to answer the
door herself. Bereston walked in.

" How are you to-day, darling?"
he said, taking Dorothy's hand and
pressing it to his lips.

Dorothy turned a frightened look
toward the upper landing of the
broad stairway.

" Why, what's the matter, dear,
what makes you so frightened?"
coolly putting his hat, gloves, and
cane on the rack. " Come, tell me
what makes you so timid," and with
both hands thrust into his sack-coat
pockets he deliberately walked into
the drawing-room and let himself
fall into the most comfortable chair.

"Oh, Mr. Bereston, I think you'd
better not stay to-day. Papa is angry
about something, and it makes him
mad at everybody."

" Not at me, I hope."

" I think — I think — Mr. Bereston,
don't you think you had better not
stay?"

"Why? What is he mad at me
about? I'm sure he has no reason to
be."

" No— but he is — Oh, Mr. Bereston,
come to-morrow — I "

" My dear Dorothy, I would not for
the world be the cause of any trouble
for you. It is strange that your
father should be angry with me.
I'm sure I have always acted right."

44 1 know — but my father does not
like you, and "

" He does not wish me to call. My
dear Dorothy, this is the first house
in San Francisco that has refused me
an entrance, I assure you. " At this
little speech the humiliated stranger
feigned a hurt expression uncom-
monly funny to one who really knows
him.

44 1 am so sorry about this, Mr.
Bereston — but ?*



44 Well, if you wish me gone, why,
I'll go."

44 No, I don't — you know I don't.
I am so glad to see you, you know
I'm glad to see you!"

44 You are very kind, Dorothy dear,
I'm sure I know no happiness away
from you. I love you, Dorothy.
You shall be my wife. Say you love
me, dear."
44 1 do — so much — so much, but "

44 You will be mine spite of every-
thing. Be true to me as I am to
you, always?"

44 Wh) 7, should I not, when I love
you so, my "

44 Dorothy !" abruptly called a stern
voice from the head of the stairs,
causing a tableau in the drawing-
room.

44 Dorothy!" resounded the voice
again.

" What — what is it — papa?" stam-
mered blushing Dorothy from the
doorway, throwing a painful glance
at the Englishman.

"Who is that man?"

44 It's— it's Mr.— Mr. Bereston."

44 What does he want?" shouted
Judge Thornburgh. "You will ask
that man to leave this house at once!"

There was a death-like silence.
Dorothy slowly came to where the
Englishman was coolly standing.

44 1 guess you had better go. My
father is enraged about something."

44 1 don't really quite understand
your father, Dorothy. What makes
him so down on me? I'm sure he
has no reason. But dearest, you will
be true to me, won't you, darling,
no matter "

44 William, I love you, and I am
yours truly, but for heaven's sake go.
I fear my father will come, and then
there will be a scene. I beg of you
go! — good heavens, he is coming!
Why don't you go!"

44 Let him come. I'll see him
right now," and thrusting his hands
in his trousers' pockets, he coolly
stood waiting. The next moment
Judge Thornburgh appeared in the
doorway.



THAT ALIEN



713



"Oh! ah! my dear Judge Thorn-
burgh, how are you to-day?" advanc-
ing toward him and taking his hand.
" I am glad you are looking so well."

The judge seemed petrified — the
brazenness was appalling. Dorothy
turned away with a giggle.

" Dorothy, I asked you to show
this man out, but since you disobey,
I have come to do so myself. "

" Really, Judge Thornburgh, I do
not quite understand your feelings
toward me. I have never yet been
ordered out of a house ; I will go if
you wish me to, but I will speak first. .
I will be glad if you will tell me
your reasons for disliking me. I
cannot bear to think I have done any
wrong toward you, or hurt you in
any way. I respect you very much,
and have a deep regard for your
daughter."

" Deep regard indeed — you have
shown it very brilliantly, and through
it proven to me the depth of your
manliness. This letter here, which
I can understand is one of yours,
most accidentally came into my pos-
session." Dorothy's heart leaped;
the Englishman withered.

" Now will you tell me, sir, what
right you have in writing this way to
my daughter and signing yourself,
'Your loving Bill,' on one week's
acquaintance?"

" Really, my dear Mr. Thornburgh
— I — really I — er — you know, I "

" By your appearance and the
growth of your beard one would judge
you a man — not the fop that you are,
and if my daughter had two ounces
of womanly dignity in her, she would
have put a stop to your gross bold-
ness at once."

" I am sorry, my dear Judge Thorn-
burgh," the Englishman began — then
half loudly muttered to himself,
"That beastly letter!"

" Yet that beastly letter was written
for my daughter. "

" I beg of you don't misunderstand
me. I really love your daughter
very much, don't you know. My in-
tentions toward her are perfectly hon-



orable, I assure you. Don't let a
beastly letter of that sort separate us.
I promise you I shall not take such
liberties in writing to her again."

"In this I already have the proof
of your character, and your pen
ency in coming here at any and all
times enrages me more than I
express. To me you are absohr.
disgusting, and who you are and
what you are is yet to be found out

" I don't wish to discuss my am<
try at the present moment, but were
my father to know of his son being
snubbed in this way, he would soon
let his power be felt."

" Sir, you will leave the house!"

"I will do so without being
ordered." Bereston walked to the
other end of the room to Dorothy,
her cheeks aflame with mortification
and anger. In silence he held her
hand. She looked up into his face,
and a look of tenderness passed ovcr»
it, quickly changing to one of defi-
ance as she glanced toward her angry
father. Bereston came across the
long room again, bowed and left the
house.

When the door closed after Bt
ston, Judge Thornburgh without a
word to Dorothy went up to his study.

After a few hysterical stage-falls
over the couch in her own boudoir,
Dorothy dried her tearful eyes, and
sitting down to her desk wrote a
spasmodic note to Bereston, sealed
it, and with a decided pound of her
shapely fist upon it sent it by her
maid Tessa. Upon which issue,
Bereston met Dorothy in her <i
cart on the morrow at a stated place,
and slowly driving through the Park
they made a rough sketch of the
future. The next day Dorothy and
Tessa departed from the Thornburgh
domicile, pretence formed of a
days' stay with friends in Fruit vale
— another well-seasoned dish for S<
ety's splendid appetite.

" Dorothy Thornburgh has eloped
with that Englishman Bereston, and
the old man Thornburgh is fuming."

"Heavens!— I am married," Doro-



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THAT ALIEN.



thy said to herself after the ceremony
was over and she began to realize it.
"Married," the very sound of the
word frightened her. She felt an in-
tense desire to weep. She wished
she had not done it. She will never
do it again. She longed to fall upon
dear papa's neck and weep.

" Well, " she said to herself, jerking
around to pull down the shade in one
of the Monterey coaches, " it's done,
and there's no use making a fuss
about it. Here I am, and happy.



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