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Evening Post, Issue 117, 26 June 1865, Page 2

France. — The following stor7, reported from the forest of Ardennes, reads like a new edition of "Little Red Riding Hood." A baby was sleeping, its mother was preparing broth for it, when, looking up, she saw a wolf entering the door and making straight for the cradle. The frightened woman seized a burning log of wood and hurled it at the intruder. Too late. The wolf caught up the baby and bolted. The mother followed frantic, and crying "To the rescue I" Three woodcutters, returning from their work, heard the crieß, pursued and overtook the grim thief » which was hampered by its prey, and finally assailed him. The beast showed tremendous fight, and was not killed till after a long struggle, in which the poor child was badly hurt. The wolf, however, was killed at last and the child restored to its mother, who, returning home, found that the burning log which she had thrown at the wolf had set to and destroyed her house. There is a public subscription for her, and her house is to be rebuilt, not by a good fairy — as it should be, to keep up the story— but by the inhabitants of the village, who are to give each a day's labour.