Beaufort Republican. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1871-1873, 1871-11-16

rustlings and writings and all, just as
usual, to such an extent that the old man
woke up, and sprang from his bed, crying:
GA dogl dogl-an accursed dog!" and
rushing to the picture of the Virgin, he
relit the lamp, made the sign of the cross
three times. And then I told him the
meaning of it all.
"Well, Fedoul 1vanovitch, what do you
think of it?"
"'Tis temptation of the devill!' he
cried. Tomorrow I'll give you letter
to sainted man at Belev. Now I must
burn incense;' and this he did to a suffo-
eating degree. CHOW try and Sleep"
said he, "and in the morning we will take
counsel together. Tomorrow is wiser
than oday."
And with that we went to sleep-un-
dogged sleep. In the morning he wrote
me letter, in these words:
s'In the name of the Father, and of the
Son, and of the Holy Ghost, Amen! To
Serge Prokhorytch Pervouchine. Believe
and help the bearer. Send me more cab
bages, and praised be the name of the
Lordl "FEDoUL IvANovITcH."
went to Belev, and fonnd the holy
Serge digging cabbage in small field, in
the midst of which stood rude hut.
He was an old, old man, poorly dressed,
with beard like goats, no teeth, and
the most piercing eyes have ever seen.
told him my difficulty, and for some
time he appeared to be communing with in
visible spirits and his visage and demean-
or changed 10 such an extent, that he ap-
peared like one possessed.
must confess that it produced in me a
feeling very much akin to fear. At last,
re turning to himself, he said, transhxing
me with his keen and penetrating gaze:
"You can be assisted. This visitation
is not intended as punishment, but as a
warning. There is quietude in the spirit
world Oh your account, and there are
those who pray anxiously for you. Go to
TIE church, PROSTATE yourself before the
images of the pure and helpful bishops,
SAiut Zuzjme, and Saint Savvat of Solo
vetz! Pray to them; then 60 to the mar
ct and buy you young dog keep it with
you night and day Your visitations will
cease, and, in addition, the dog will be
useful to you!''
thanked the old man profoundly, and
offered him three roubles.
''Giye them to the Church or to the
poor, Such services as mine cannot be
paid!' he said, quietly.
l followed his device, called my dog
Treasure" and the next night slept at
home again, with my four-footed compan-
ion established by my bedside.
1 boldly blew out my light and listened.
Not sound.
Come on, friend Phantom" 81 ex-
claim-come on!''
Not scratch, scrape, or flap.
"Filka !" cry. In he comes. 'Filka,
do you hear him?''
"No, MASTER" said he, 'I hear no.
thing!'
"Good!n said I. "There's half rou-
BILE for you.''
"Permit me to kiss your hand" says
he, and he was as we'll pleased as 1 was
myself.
And 1 never heard the phantom hound
again (cried Porfrii not that the story's
fnished-the end is yet to come.
Treasure grew and grew, and became
large and very powerful dog. He was
much attached to me and never left my
side.
! One very hot summers day went to
visit fair neighbor who lived about a
verst from my house, and my Treasure,
of course, went with me.
Ninfodora Semenovna was young and
| fresh widow, with whom my bachelor
hood had very narrow escape! land here
Porfirii Kapitonovitch heaved deep sigh,
whether of satisfaction or regret I could
not at the moment discoyer.) Just as l
reached the door, he resumed,) I heard
shouts and cried so alarming, that turn
ed hastily around, and found myself face
to face with an enomous ed-colored brute
I thought at first was wolf, but I soon
discovered, to my horror, was a mad dog!
His jaws were open, his eyes bloodshot,
his white, glistening tusks, and red tongue