Gov. Roosevelt has in the gunroom of his Oyster Bay residence the handsomely mounted pelt of a gray wolf. When Col. Roosevelt was in Oklahoma last fall, before the elections, he was the guest of Col. Zach Mulhall. One morning Miss Agnes Mulhall, accompanied by her younger sister, Miss Lucille, started out for a ride. When about seven miles from the house their horses started up a brace of wolves. The equestrians being between the four-footed cattle thieves and their den, the wolves took to the open, and the hunt was on.

The fleet-footed cow ponies gradually gained on teh quarry, and Miss Agnes made her lariat ready for the throw. While riding at full speed she threw the rope and caught the larger wolf fast by the neck. Turning her horse, homeward she sped, dragging her captive. For five miles or more the wolf was hauled toward the ranch house, when he suddenly succeeded in freeing himself by gnawing the rope in two. But he was not to escape. Plying the "quirt," the girls were at his heels. Soon King Lupus was again captured. This time it was Miss Lucille who succeeded in roping him.

Fearing that the wolf might again escape, they headed their horses for a tree. Around the trunk of this the horse was circled, slowly but surely dragging the captive closer and closer to the tree, until finally he had but a yard or so of leeway. Suddenly Miss Agnes bent over in her saddle, unbuckled a stirrup strap, and with the weapon thus provided, beat the wolf to death, still seated in the saddle.