The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-02-26

thought of his poor horse, and wondex-
ing whether it had reached home eafelys
or was now lying victim to the thirsty
demons.
The snow beneath his feet was red
with blood, and the shifting SCENE in tRza
pale moonlight was terrible TO be-
hold In lnckless moment ShoIto waa
overpowered and fell heavily to the
gronnd. What would he not give to have
his sharp hatchet IN hand2
The warm breath of the hungry assall-
ants almost burned his face. Now he
felt one of them tearing at his Throat; 9
moment more and the game wonld be
upi
But mol God helps those who help
themselves, and it matters but little what
the nature of the struggle may be. Ona
sudden Sholto heard loud nOise-aR
other, and then newcomer, breathins
hard and maddened with courage, ru8hea
in upon the scene, and with hnity ffrM
ness fixed sharp teeth in the neck OF
wolf that had overpowered Sholto.
Yes, it was Arno, the faithful dog
which, noticing the return of the horse
without it's master, and as it scenting the
danger, had gone forth on o mission OF
rescue Sholto, thus assisted, arose TO
his feet, while the wolf and the dog were
contending furiously for the mastery.
Next Sholto saw something which lay
glittering in the snow. He hurried
toward it and recovered the weapon
which had been wrested from him, and
again threw himself into the contest.
Although his clothing was soaked IN
blood and his strength was quite ex-
bausted, he lacked not courage.
With sturdy blow he despatched On9
wolf, whereupon, a companion, mang1ed
and bleeding, slyly betook himself OF.
The largest and strongest was still CRAP
ping with Arno. 1t was no easy task to
rid the noble dog of his antagonist. To
be sure, ShOlto continued to deal heavy
blows over the VOLTS back and legs, and
thus managed to disable him by degrees.
But the position of the dog-who Lay di-
rectly under his antagonist
Sholto from taking the aim that he would
have liked. At length Arno was put TO
terrible agony, and, stretching out his
legs and unloosing his hold, suffered his
head to fall backward.
The moment was ripe. The hatchet
was raised, and, with all possible force,
was buried deep in the VOLTS skull
Without a groan, the animal rolled over
in the snow. This was the last of the
contest. The thought that he was
saved fairly overcame Sholto and he
was on the point of lying down to rest
when the fate of his poor dog flashed
into his mind.
The moon had gone behind cloud,
and darkness enshrouded the scene.
Sholto groped about and found Arno
painting and gasping for breath. Per-
haps he had received q mortal wound.
But no, that was impossible, for dog so
true and noble could not die. He bent
over him and raised his head. He ca
ressed him tenderly, and paused when o
soft hand rested ON his shoulder. A ia
miliar voice sounded In his ear.
Whose was it All, Sholto could not
mistake the voice of his wife so eazily,
| for she it was who had braved the terrors
of the night in search of him. You know
the rest. The candle guided them home
| ward, and there IN that 1ow1y cottage
! Sholto thanked God for his narrow ea-
cape, and for having bestowed upon him
| wife SO brave and loving and dog 30
A good story, Herr Gabel, only little
romantic.
s.Ah, sir, If you do not believe il, go
and ask Sholto Even the dog Arno,
whom you just saw tagging behind his
masters heels, viii wag his tail in rare
| fashion when questioned about the affair.
| The event took place five years since.
| After while Sholto wearied of living in
| q country exposed to SO many dangers.
and moved himself and family down here.
| We think, however, he will return to Lii
vonia some day, for he doesn't quite fancy
our ways of living. Such is the story.
And now, my friends, lets go over to tha
| gulley yonder, and I'll tell you an
| other. ."-Hedrh and Home.