Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1881-09-14
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THRICE.
CHAPTER I.


more popular man in the service clubs
than the present Lord Pendleton. A
ca plain in the-th Hussars, he had seen
some service in India while yet hardly
out of his teens; he had plenty of money;
and he was frank, hearty, and good
looking, favorite with men and women.
No one would have said there was bee
in the Honorable Eustace Preston's
bonnet; yet in the smoking-room he
would, on rare occasions, express be-
lief, and tell a tale, aye, and seriously
too, which in case of more visionary
man, would have started that theory.
His belief was that he was in some de-
gree endowed with the powers of the
evil eye: and his tale is the one I am
going to tell. His lordship is now
seldom seen in London society, his
Scotch circumstances once familiar to a
good many are now almost forgotten
even in the clubs.
Portland Place, ten o'clock in the
forenoon of July day thirty-four years
ago. The sun was shining holly on the
broad white pavement. The great gray
houses dashed and sparkled in its glare.
A sleepy brightness lay upon the street,
which a few hours earlier was gay with
the hustle of carriages and the sights
and sounds of 6 revelry by night" One
or two early Unreasonable folk-were
starting for the park. The butcher-boy,
like a blue-coated Juggernaut, was doing
his best to sacrifice the needless passer-
by. At the area gates the servants were
exchanging gossip and discussing the
arrangements for the coming day, or
were lazily watching the water-cart going
his welcome round. No one hurried.
The quietude that, at the height of the
season, marks fashionable street at an
questionable hour was over it all.
Everywhere heat and quiet. No sign of
vulgar stir was there, when the door of
No. SO was noisily opened, and peal of
merry laughter announced pair. whose
appearance instantly dispelled the Ian
guor of the scene. Short black jacket
deep white collar, orthodox high hat,
declared the Eaton boy; while fair
straight hair, rudy well-cut face. and
honest gray eyes-ah, they are the same
eyes now, though the shoulders have
grown broad and bent, and the bronzed
face is wrinked, and the hair is hecked
with white. His companion is an odd
contrast, but his breeding is just as per-
feet in it's way, for he is a white and
white-colored bull-terrier of Lord Pen
dleton's famous strain. His big head
and short legs, his broad chest and
well-rounded barrel, in fact his whole
six and thirty pounds of dog
flesh, are the envy and admira-
ton of half the cadgers of Hounds
ditch. But Bryn is too sagacious to be
hocussed, and too formidable to be cap
tured by other means. When bis
young master is now at school they are
inseparable companions; and this is not
by many one the first morning that
the Honorable Eustace and his bull
terrier have merrily careered with shout
and bark through the solemn neighbor-
hood, to crown their mornings pleasure
with run In the park. But they will
not get SO far this morning. They are q
pretty sight; rude life and vigorous
youth are so apparent In their every
movement that the butler, half asleep
after his nights vigil, gazes long after
them, and predicts that the ''young
master III be a pretty racket when he
grows up" AS for Bryn he is wild with
delight; SO indeed he is on every one of
these periodical expeditions, and
welcomes each recurring one with a
noisy pleasure UudU uO dIQOunU Oh FOp0G-
ton seems to dimish. The pair sweep
merrily round the corner into Wey-
mouth Street, the dog leaping upon his
master and barking loudly in the plenti-
tude of joyous freedom. But, alas ! a
shabby little girl about the boys own
age, who, laden with basket, is making
for Oxford market, has not Ihad expert
ence that, savage as he looks, Bryn's
bark is worse than his bite, except where
strange and ill-intentioned dogs are con-
cerned. In bounding from his master he
makes toward her; she shrinks away,
runs into the road; there is a faint
scream; cab p lied up hastily, but too
late; and the next moment Bryn is lick
ing a white unconscious little face. down
which the blood is tricklng from a
wound lin the forehead. ssYou beastly
fool I" cries the boy holly to the driver,
who was really no more in fault than the
dog, and says so. The usual crowd
gathered from some invisible source, the
policeman picks up the child, and,
looking round with the GOODNESS of
custom, says interrogatively, "To the
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