The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1873-05-18

Emon-a.inock was examining the wounds in
poor Bully-Dhu's neck and throat. The dog
still lay gasping, and oco asionaliy scsaDbiing M
while Winny reiterated her beiies that
he was dying. Emon now contradicted her
rather fatty. He knew she would excuse the
5" There will be nothing ON him 70 signify In
deed, Winny after q littie," he said kindly,
feeling that he had been harsh but q moment
before; "sse, be is not even torn only cut In
ain four places! o Emon in fourf"
Z" Yes; (; but they are only where the other
dogs teeth entered and camo through; see,
they are only holes; tho dog is quite exhaust
Winuy, aud feel him yourselEo
Winny stretched over, and Emon TOOK her
hand to guide it to the spots where her poor
dog was wounded. Poor Bnlly looked mp . at
her and endeayored to wag his tail. and Win
ny smiled and wept together. Emon was q
very long time explaining to her precisely
have been inflicted; and he found it necessary
to hold her hand the whole time. Whether
Winny, in the confusion of her grief. knew
that he did SO, nobody but herself could tell.
Three or four persons who knew Winny, had
kindly come up to see how the dog was, and
the expert amongst them, with so much conf
dence that he was going to set him on his
charge of him, and would not su ffer SO prema-
ture an experiment, nor the Interference of any
other doctor.
But here COMES the gOssoon with the whis;
key, like a hare indeed, across the fields, and
his middle finger stuck in the neck of the bot
tie by way of cork.
Emon took it from him, and claiming the as
repudiated, for q few moments to hold his head,
he placed the neck of the bottle in Bully-dhu's
mouth. He poured i" the least taste in life "
down his throat, and with his hand washed
his jaws and tongue cOpiously with the spir
With a sort of yelp poor Billy made strug
gle and q plunge, and rose to his feet Winny
held ont her haud to him, and he staggered
over toward her, looking up in her face, and
wagging his tail.
a 1 told you SO" said Emon, "get me a hand
fall of salt"
The same cabin which had ssppliel the
" live coal " was applied to by the gossoon
lwho kept the changeA and it was quickly
brought.
spite of Wipny's remonstrances as to the pain,
and the dogs own unequivocal objections to
the process.
Matters were now really on the mend. Bully
dhu shook himself, looking after The crowd
with growl; and even Winny had ne douSt
that Emon's prescriptions had been necessary
and successful.
"The sooner you get home now with him,
Winny, the better said Emon.
" You are not going to leave rs, Enon 7"
said Wlnny, doub,ngly.
Certainly not" he replied, the poor dog
is still very weak, and may require rsss if not
help, by the way"
lie then took u red cotton handkerchief from
his pocket, and tying it loosely round she dogs
neck, he held the other end of it in b;s hand,
and they all set ont together for Rathcash.
The handkerchief, Emon said, would both
keep the air from the wounds, and help to sus-
tain the dog on his legs. But he may have had
some idea in his mind that it would also serve
as an excuse for his accompanying them to the
very furthest point possible on their road
home.
f--- CHAPHER NX.
For many hundred yards total silence pre-
vailed among our pedestrians. Even Kate
Mulvey seemed ut Il loss what first to say, or
whether she ought to be the first to say any
thing.
Winny, seeing that her poor dog was get
ting on famously, was rather pleased, "since
the thing did happen" that it had been
brought to SO satisfactory an end after all
and by whom Her poor dog might have been
a-knock's fortunate arrival at the last moment,
aud successful assistence. There was poor
Bully-dhu now, walking to all appearances al
most as we'll as ever, and tied up in his hand
kerchief. She was glad that the road had be-
come by this time comparatively deserted, for
she was timid and frightened, she knew not
why. Perhaps she was afraid she might meet
her father. She was thinking with herself
too, how far Emon would come with them and
who they might meet who knew them, before
he turned back. Emon-a knocks heart was
wishing Kate Mulvey at "-lhhd Brnshia," bnt
his head was not sorry that she was Que of tho
party, for common-seuss still kept his heart in
subjection.
Thus it was that silence prevailed for some
time. Bully-dhu WAS the first to break it.
WhetheEit was that the whiskey had got into
his head, or, as the present fashion would say,
| that he was screwed" I know not; bat he
felt so much better, and had so far recovered
his strength and spirits, that he had almost
/ pulled the handkerchief from Emon's hand,
aud cut an awkward sort Of q rigadoou round
Winny, barking and looking up triumphantly
in her face. Could it have been that while
the oth ers had been thinking of these other
things, he had been deluding himself with
the notion that he had been the victor of the
battle3
| Poor fellow" said Winny, patting him on
the head, II do think there's nothing very bad
the matter with you, after all. Emon, / am
| beginning to believe you"
II hope you will always believe me- Winny
Cavana," was his reply, and he again sunk in.
| to silence.
She could not think why he called her Cav
ana, and yet her color rose ;" believe that
| is the way your experienced novefists would
express it in such case.
longer silence now ensued. None of the
| three appeared inclined to tatk-Emon less
! than either. Kate Mulvey, who had always
plenty to say for herself, seemed completely,
dumb. Bat, notwithstanding their silence,
they were shortening the road to Rathcash
WinnV w 49, 81.