Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-12-05
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Then l looked at Adele. Her face
| was white, and the reins were of verify
| over the dashboard, since o. ~ the ex
treme ends of them renamed in her
tightly closed hands; but her confidence
in herself as Jehu had evidently re-
manned mistaken whatever she may have
suffered physically in that way for she
answered my look with the utmost gravi.
ty saying
eff I had not held her up. Daisy I
think that might have been dangerous"
Words failed re, and turned my at
tention, therefore, to the practical diff
culties besetting our path.
The gate, we concluded, was the en-
trance to the grounds of certain I'M
known gentleman who owned all the
lands hereabouts, and who had built
himself retreat in this wild and beau.
tiful spot which, of late years, we had
been told he seldom visited, and after
due discussion We decided to tie Roxy
to the gate-post, trusting to Providence
to find the somewhat unstable beast there
upon our return, and to climb the fence
with our basket, when, after viewing the
falls, we would select suitable place in
We found nosebag under the seat of
the chaise, which the squire, with due
consideration for the welfare of his horse,
had proyidently supplied with oats; but
the adjustment of this portable manger
was the most trying piece of business, in
which we were likely not to be success
full, we thought, until in our maneuver-
ing, Roxy got sniff of the grain, and
lowered her head in way highly satis-
factory to two medium-slzed young
women, intent W on slipping strap over
her ears.
The next difficulty was the fence, which
was very high, and ornamented at the
top with row of most malicious pickets,
but at the cost Of sundry garments torn
and some bruises we scrambled over, and
straightway found ourselves in paradise
of grass, trees and flowers, growing in
the wild luxuriance ofneglect, to be sure,
but a place nevertheless to rest the very
soul of weary humanity, and in which to
lose the very memory Of the pushing,
turbulent world in the roar of the bright
waters dashing down its stony fall, and
dipping its foamy tide beneath the mir
ror-like current Of the river below.
When we had explored the place to
our hearts content, we sought lovely
little glade shaded by immence elm trees,
quite near the house, which was rather
commonplace affair, considering it's ro-
mantle situation, where we spread cut
the contents Of our lunchbasket, and
with much nonsense and laughter pro-
ceeded to enjoy ourselves in manner to
horrify the fashionable circle in which
we were supposed to he too well-bred
ever to do anything in. thoroughly nat
ural and girlish way.
There was a rowan tree On the out
skirts of the little park in which we had
established ourselves, the unripe berries
Of which looked pale, pretty yellow in
the sunshine, and dragging down Adele's
long, waving black hair, dressed it fan
tastically with such arrowy leaves and
berries as I could pull from the low
hanging limbs.
While we were engaged in this pretty
business, there came through the stiffness
a long, low cry, half human in its sound,
yet altogether unearthly.
"What can that be?;' Adele ques-
toned, a startled look widening her
magnificent black eyes, and just then
caught glimpse of an immense black
body, out OF the mouth of which hung
great, red tongue, and the eyes Of which
looked to my frightened imagination
like balls of fire, and shrieking, 'sRun,
Adele I set off myself as fast as my two
feet, which seemed palsied with terror,
would carry me in the direction Of the
gate, thinking, with an agonized sense of
insufficiency, of those horrible pickets
atop of the fence, and never doubling
that Adele was close at my heels, until
again and again believing ''View hal
loo,' came ringing down the wind after
me, checking my headlong fight, and
giving me the sustaining sense Of human
assistance, which induced me at length
to halt and look back.
It was shocking sight that met nv
gaze as I did so.
Upon the grass, just where she had sat
when stuck the berries in her loosened
hair, lay Adele, her head supported in
the arms of strange man who knelt be-
side her, and around the two a gigantic
hound careening in wild circles.
More ashamed Of myself than 1 had
ever been in my life before, I turned to
retrace my steps, just in time to see the
stranger lift Adele up in his arms, and
move rapidly toward the house. followed
by tina dog.
In vain did I hasten my steps. I could
not overtake them, but, shaping my
course by the direction Of their disap-
pearance, I found myself presently in a
pretty morning-room in which Adele lay
upon the couch, with a shriveled old
fairy of woman bending over her with
camphor-bottle in hand, but no sign of
either man or dog that I could detect.
LEO is as gentle as a lamb" said the
little old woman apologeticaIly. "But
he has come near being the death of you
with fright, young ladies'" For by this
time Adele had opened her eyes and COM
menced to look around her.
"It Is shame to allow such monster
to run at largep' I cried, more energet-
ically than politely; and then Adele lift
ed her head and, peering into an opposite
mirror, said nothing more sensible than,
"What fright must look, Daisy" at
which evidence of returning life the old
attendant nodded her head approvingly,
and hustled away to prepare US some tea,
for which thought I at least was CRATE.