
Pi RSae NEAT 
FOR 
TEE GIRL, 
CHARLES CLAYTON. 
Nell’s cheeks were thin and pale when 
she arrived at the station, 18 miles from 
our camp. As she was helped down the 
steps of the car, she looked as if her frail 
young body had lost all the strength it 
ever had. However, she returned with 
warm affection the salutations of her older 
sister and her gray haired father, while 
our handshakings were responded to with 
a firm grip. 
Jim, our guide, stowed away Nell’s 
baggage in the spring wagon, and by the 
time the train had disappeared, we were 
packed, 3-a-seat, and were making our 
way to camp. 
For months Nell Farley had _ been 
struggling with knowledge in a college, 
in New York. Her father had gone for 
his annual outing to a place 75 miles 
from Denver, and with him he _ had 
taken his daughter Bessie. Nell had 
followed, under the advice of her doctor. 
Mr. Eddington and I were guests in 
camp. 
From the day Nell arrived she began to 
improve. In a few days a faint bloom 
came to her cheeks, and her spirits in- 
creased correspondingly. The. fresh 
mountain air was proving its qualities, and 
when 2 weeks had passed, Nell looked 
as strong and hearty as any of us. 
She had begged to join in the daily trips 
into the mountains, but to her entreaties 
her father said, “A sick girl must stay in 
camp and leave deer killing to us.” 
Camp was something lonely to Nell, 
for several times Bess went with the 
hunters. Nell determined, should she be 
left alone again, to take a trip by herself 
and prove it was in the power of the “sick 
girl” to bring back a deer. 
It was not long before the opportunity 
came. One morning the camp was astir 
early and preparations were made for a 
longer trip than usual. Daylight was 
breaking when breakfast was over, and 
Nell was waving us a good-by from a 
hammock. 
The sound of horse’s feet was still echo- 
ing among the hills when Nell entered the 
tent and slipped from its case her repeat- 
. ing rifle. Ten minutes later she was mak- 
ing her way on her pony in the opposite 
direction from that taken by the party. 
About 3 miles from camp, she halted at 
the bank of a stream. So far not a sign 
of deer had she seen, and she was begin- 
ning to think her trip would probably end 
without even a sight of a pair of antlers. 
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Slipping from the saddle she crossed the 
reins behind a tree and started toward a 
knoll, where a better view could be had. 
As she reached the top she was startled 
by seeing, not 40 yards away, a young 
buck on the bank of the stream. His 
head was raised high and he apparently 
scented danger. He had not seen Nell, 
for she had dropped behind a rock. 
Slowly she pushed the muzzle of the rifle 
past the rock, took a steady aim and pulled 
the trigger. At the report the buck fell, 
not 10 feet from where he had been stand- 
ing. 
It was a joyous moment for Nell as she 
stood over the buck, lying full length at 
her feet. Now a problem and a difficult 
one arose. She had killed a deer, but how 

AMATEUR PHOTO BY W. H. FUBBARD. 
It WAS A JOYOUS MOMENT FOR NELL AS SHE 
STOOD OVER THE BUCK. 
could she get it to camp? It seemed to 
her she would never be able to get it on 
the pony’s back. Nothing risked nothing 
gained, was her thought. Placing her 
rifle against a tree, she brought up the 
pony. As soon as he caught sight of 
the deer no amount of coaxing would in- 
duce the stubborn little brute to approach 
closer than a dozen yards. 
Nell was almost ready to give up, when 
