The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1877-08-31


wheel. When any alarmed AZ the
threatening aspect Of the brute, who
never failed 20 growl and show his fangs
when approached asked his master 70
call him OF, Massicault used only TO re-
ply with an ill-natured laugh: "Ile has
not begun yet 70 eat such big morsels as
You; but there's no saying what he
may do one Of these days!-
Macllenry was sorry that his goat
partook OF the general dislike to this
man. lie would have rather wished that
she should have tried BY her winning
carcsses to soften his rugged nature, and
bring him 10 love the gentle creature
that had gained all other hearts; but,
as we shall see in the sequel, things
turned out very differently.
On one of the last fine day Of that
sad year, crowd having gathered
round her while her master was anus
ing himself by exhibiting her intelli-
gence In the selection OF the fruit and
flowers he named, i'm which she acquit-
ted herself with her usual sagacity, Mac
Henry babe her fetch an apple. There
were some still hanging on tree in 4
neighboring garden, but instead of run
ming off as usual to the well-known
place, she went right up to the knife
grinder, and, pushing aside with her
paws the skirts of his coat, displayed two
pockets stuffed with something, which
the crowd, amid shouts Of laughter, de-
clared TO be stolen ,pples. The artist
tried TO call off his goat, and the man
drove her away with curses, but two
vigorous peasants Immediately laid hold
of him and insisted on seeing the con-
tents Of the suspicious pockets, which
proved to be, as all had supposed, APP
Piles stolen from the tree in question.
The discovery only increased the rage
OF Massicault, who swore with the most
fearful oaths that he had never touched
one of them, and that the apples found
in his possession had been given to him
by friend. Though none believed him,
several, in order to get rid Of disa-
greeable affair. feigned To do 50, and he
was let off; but many thought they had
thus got clew 10 the authorship Of sew
eral robberies recently committed 10 the
prejudice of different members of the
little community.
This misadventure excited in the
knifc-grinder a violent hatred against
Fanchette, which was heartily shared
BY his worthy companion the bulldog.
The latter was an object Of special ter
ror to poor little Marie. Fanchette
seemed to understand the fears Of the
child, and whenever the dog approach
ed her she would lower her horns. rs il
TO protect her nursing and defy her
enemy. These demonstrations of valor
were generally successful. the dog stink
ing of with glazing eyes and dropping
tail.
One day Farchette nestled up close to
her master, putting her foot upon his
arm, and having succeeded in gaining
his attention. ran OF to particular spot.
where she stopped to sniff the grass, and
then, trotting back, she renewed several
times the same mancuyer. MacHenry,
persuaded that something extraordinary
must be the matter, rose and followed
her. When she reached the spot, put
ting aside like terrier dog the long
herbage with her feet, she displayed TO
view a leather pocket-book. which the
artist picked up and examined. An in
slant sutliced TO show that 1t belonged
to the knife-grinder, and its contents
proved that this man was one If the
spies the Germans had con-
stantly and everywhere in their service.
He found besides in this pocket-book.
pushed under the covering. the picture
ola child, one Of those common photo
graphs which have no other merit than
4 certain resemblance.
The very day that this pockef-book
was found a frighfful scene took place.
Little Marie was sitting on low stool
eating morsel If bread. which she
was sharing with Fanchette, when the
CHANGED TO pass. The animal
stopped for a moment and looked at
her; then, as IL overcome by the temp
tation, he suddenly darted al her, and
at the bread. He was pre-
vented, however, by the goat, and with
A toss Of her horns she sent the ferocious
beast sprawling to some distance; but
he was only stunned, not seriously hurt
and, furious at his rcpulse, he sprang
upon the poor goat, seized her by the
throat, and shook her with rage. Marie
uttered piercing shricks, and MacHenry,
having got hold Of stick, ran to the
rescue. sharp blow on the head caus-
I'd the dog TO lose his grip Of poor Fan
Ghetto and turn against his new enemy,
selling him BY the shoulder; but peas
ant, coming to the assistance Of the art
ist, forced the dog again TO let 70; and,
limping of and growing, he AT last
took refuge beside his master, who al
the while had been an unmoved specta-
Tor Of the scene.
Great was the general grief at the
sight Of poor Fanchcttc motionless on
the grass, bleeding profuscly from the
wound in her throat; and strong the in
dignation excited BY the ferocity 81 the
dog and the conduct Of its brutal mas
ter. Many were the threats NUT