Sharp County record., 1877-09-21

threatening aspect OF the OruIe' VIM
never failed to growl and show bis iangs
when approached-asked his master 10
call him off. Massicault used only to re-
pIv with an ill-natured laugh; " he has
not begun vet to eat such big morselS as
Won. but there's no saying what he
NAV do one Of these days
NacHenry was sorry that his goat
nartook of the general dislike to this
man. He would have rather wished thaI
she should have tried by her winning
caresses to soften his rugged nature, and
brine him to 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 wear. a crowd having gathered
round her while her master was anus
inc himself by exhibiting her intelh-
gence in the selection OF the trult ana
flowers he named, in which she acqult-
ted herself with her usual sagacity, Mac
Henry babe her fetch an apple. There
were some still hanging on tree IN
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 spples. 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, ap-
pies 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 dlsa-
greeable affair, feigned to do so, and he
was let off; but many thought they had
thus got clew to the authorship OF sew
eral robberies recently committed to the
prejudice of different members OF the
little community.
This misadventure excited in the
knife-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, as if
to protect her nursling and defy her
enemy. These demonstrations Of valOr
we're generally successful, the dog stink
ing off with glaring eyes and dropping
tail.
One day Fanchette nestled up close to
her master, putting her foot upon his
arm, and having succeeded III gaining
his. attentions raa VI, to particular spot,
where she stopped to sniff the grass land
then, trotting back, she renewed several
times the same maneuver. MacHenry,
persuaded that something extraordinary
must be the matter, rose and followed
her. When she reached the spot, put
ting aside like a terrier dog the long
herbage with her feet, she displayed to
view leather pocket-bOok. which the
artist picked up and examined. An in
slant sufficed to show that it belonged
to the knife-grinder, and its contents
proved that this man was one OF the
numerous spies the Germans had con-
stantly and everywhere in their service.
He found besides in this pocket-book,
pushed under the covering, the picture
Ofa child, one of those common photo
graphs which have no other merit than
certain resemblance.
The very day that this pOcket-boOk
was found a frightful scene took place.
Little Marie was sitting on low stool
eating a morsel of bread, which she
was sharing with Fanchette, when the
bulldog chanced to pass. The animal
stopped for moment and looked at
her; then, as if overcome by the temp
tation, he suddenly darted at her, and
snatched 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 repulse, he sprane
upon the poor goat, seized her by the
throat, and shook her with rage. Marie
uttered piercing shrieks, and MacHenry
having got hold of a stick, ran to the
rescue. A sharp blow on the head caus
ed the dog to lose his grip of poor Fan
chette and turn against his new enemy
seizing him by the shoulder; but a peas
ant, coming to the assistance Of the art
ist, forced the dog again to let 90; and
limping off and growing, he at las
took refuge beside his master, who al
the while had been an unmoved specta
tor of the scene.
Great was the general grief at tn,
sight of poor Fanchette mOtionless OF
the grass, bleeding profusely from tn,
wound in her throat; and strong the in