New Ulm weekly review., 1878-07-03

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his ugly self into the chair I'm the
man in possession, says he, and pulls the
warrent out of hisgpocket; so fork out,+
blessed stick you've got" eSas "a !
And so Jane rattIes on with anecdotes
of the sharpness aDd scrupulousness ofmen
in possession, until / begin to regard
them as something more than mortal.
After the beakfast things have been re-
moved, I perform my usual household
duties for Il have been papa's house
keeper since dear mamma died-and
then, taking book with me, I 60 on the
veranda to have a quiet read before
luncheon. The reading has not advanced
very tar when I am startled by an ag-
gonized yelping and barking just outside
the gate;
II am sure that is Tiny's bark say
to myself. "She must have crept>, under
the gate, and is now fighting with some
other dog. Naughty, quarrelsonle little
thing! She will be killed!' =
Starting from my seat, seize the key
of the gate and large garden broom
which happens to be standing near, and,
needless Of 6 executions" and "men in
possession" I open the gate and rush out
into the road, there to see my poor little
Tiny in the grip of mostdisreputa le-
locking cur. My efforts to part them
are at first fruitless but at last, after one
or two vigorous pushes with the broom,
I succeed. Tiny is rescued, but at my
expense, for the angry cur directs his
warth against me, Terribly afraid, I
turn to run, but my opponent is too quick.
He seizes hold of my dress and shakes it'll
as if it were a rat. | scream to Jane for
assistance, but relief is at hand. A gentle
man rushes forward, and with one or two
smart raps Of his stick drives the dog
away. l snatch up Tiny and make a
start for the garden before the attack is
renewed. Fate, however, is against me.
The horrid little dog has torn my dress,
and of course I must put my foot through
the hole and awkwardly stumble. Al
me from measuring my length in the
dust - 80. 49," ,I"tt,..
''Don't be frightened" hear pleasant
cheerful voice exclaim; "there is no dan
ger. The little dog has beaten retreat"
''Bow- -wow-wow!" yelps the little
monster in contradiction as, executing
cautious side movement, he renews the
! attack. There is nothing for it but to-
ruin; and run do, not stopping till r.:
reach the garden gate, the little dog at
full speed after me. But my deliverer isl
equal to the occasion He makes rapid
plunge, and seizes the dog. by the back Of
its nack-which unexpected attack SO
alarms the animal that it suffers itself,
without snap or bit, to be ignomin-
iously expelled from the garden and the
gate closed upon it %a1s% ~.
90, thank your I Ishurridly exclaim.
II hope you are not hurt?"5 ,.s
For the first time I ook at my preserver
and meet a pair Of merry brown eyes
looking at me with an amused twinkle.
! 'Stupid fellow!' I say to myself: Il
wish he would not stare so. don't know
what to say to him." { 5n3
To add to my discomfort, I feel nv.
cheeks getting crimson-I have SUCH a
tiresome habit of blushing- and truant
lock of hair will keep blowing about my
forehead. I wish that he was little
awkward or bashful.s:: II always have
plenty of self-possession when talking to
a shy person: their difidence gives me
courage. push the hair from my fore
head with an impatient hand, and, raising
my eyes to his as he is assuring me that
he is quite unhurt, catch glimpse Of 4
blue, official-lookings. paper which has
worked its way out of:his p0cket. Allsat
once it flashed across mymi1 1d-the ''roan
! possession!' He must be bailiff, and
I have let him in, and papa will come
back to find his home devoid Of furniture
Everything seized. I have&no doubt
that he has plenty Of assistants waiting
| outside. y. s... f a@%
II am very much obliged to you'll
try to say it willingly, but fear and in
dignation drive all sottness from my
voice 81 won't trouble you any longer"
I continue. II am not a. all afraid
And l hasten to the gate to open it for
his departure; but that wretched animal,
with revived courage, is waiting outside,
and as soon as my hand touches the latch,
"Bow-wow!' it yelps, springing savagely
at the gate. - E~.
I jump back with start, the impud-'
ent bailiff actually smiles: suppose I
must have looked very funny. Seeing.
my look of annoyance, he takes no notice
of my discontinue.
"Pardon me-" he says. politely raising
his hat-and I wonder 70 myself how it
is that bailiff can look and behave so
much like IA gentlemar:1- not this
Holmfeld, Mr.. Morten's PLACER >
Yes" I reply, withyas nucn dignity
as can scrape together. ~'this is Holm,
field, Mr.. Morton's place; but papa is
ont and II do not know; when ba will ,bn