The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-11-02

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was in the sitting-rooIn with grandma,
and if grandma woke and found that
she was not in the sitting-room, why,
she would conclude at once that she
was in the kitchen with Abby. And it
was not long before an opportunity fa-
vored her to do as she had planned.
It was awfully cold out of doors, to be
sure, but Bessie ran very fast and
did not mind it much Sometimes the
wind almost took her breath away,
but what was that when one had such
delights before her? Then, when she
got under the hill out of sight of the
lights on grandpa's house, and out of
sight Of any house, she commenced to
feel little frightened and to wish that
she was safe az home. If she had only
taken old Carlo with her, she would not
have felt so lonely. But still she trotted
bravely on and finally reached the little
lane which led to Aunt Mary's house
and past it through stretch OF woods
into another road. The lane was shell
tered by great trees, so that it was not
so cold, and Bessie's spirits rose again
Her hand was upon the Itch of the
garden-gate, when, on looking up, she
beheld sight which fairly curdled her
blood with horror, 1t was, in reality,
Fommy's Jack O. Lantern which he had
just finished and stuck upon the gate
post, hoping to startle his mother
serYant-girl when she came in from
milking. But to Bessie, who had not
the most distant idea what it was, it
seemed like the head of some frightful,
grinning monster, whose mouth was al
ready open to swallow naughty children.
She uttered one loud, agonizing scream,
dropped the latch, and ran on toward
the woods as fast as her feet would
carry her. Not for the world
would she have gone through that
gate which was guarded by the horrible
thing. But the people in the house did
not hear her scream, for the wind was
doing the same thing, and she went on
and on, never needing where she went
caring nothing for the darkness of the
woods, conscious of nothing but the
dreadful fear that the monster was fol-
lowing her. She dared not look behind
her; she had not strength even to cry.
In some places the snow was deep, and
the effort she made in running through
it was very exhausting for little thing
like Bessie 1t was warmer in the
woods than out in the bleak highway,
but still it was bitterly cold; and it was
so dark in some places that she ran into
the trees
"Oh, what should she do! Wouldn't /
she get out of the woods soon and find
some house with good, kind people in
it, who would take her home to grand
map" she said to herself.
But it was whole mile through the
woods, and that is good way for a
little girl to run on wild winters
night and just before she reached the
end of it, she sank down quite ex-
hausted in the snow. She was horribly
cold at first, but this sensation soon
passed away, sense of drowsiness
stole over her, and she was soon quite
unconscious. Poor little Bessie!
At home no one but old Carlo missed
her for long time. He did not see
her go out, for he had been eating his
supper in the woodshed at the time;
but when, notvery long after she had
gone, he scratched at the kitchen door
and Joe let him in, he looked in at the
sitting room door, and not finding her
there, he came back to the kitchen,
meditated for moment, and then sig
nified his desire to 90 out of doors.
''Come here and lie down, Carlo; you
don't want to go out tonight. If you
do so, it won't be two minutes before
you'll want to get back again, remon-
strated Joe.
But Carlo persisted that he did want
to go, and that he wanted to
go at once, too, and finally Joe
dropped his work and opened the door
| for him. If it had not been bolted,
Carlo could have opened it himself, for
he could lift latch as well as any one,
and, with little patient effort, could
turn knob with his great clumsy
paw.
''You won't find any tramps to bark
at, or any foxes to chase, tonight,
Carlo, and it's as cold as Greenland,
you foolish old dog" said he as Carlo
leaped down the steps.
Carlo put his nose down to the ground
and snuffed at some little tracks in the
snow, then he gave quick little bark,
and ran out into the road and down the
hill on a brisk trot, every now and then
| stopping bit to investigate the foot
prints, for the wind had drifted
the snow into them, and they
were hard to follow. He paused
moment at the gate of Aunt Mary's
house, uttered a growl of contempt at
the Jack O. Lantern, and then ran Wild
ly into the woods, and on and on until
he reached the spot where poor little
Bessie was lying. He licked her cold
face, he barked wildly, he tore at her
clothes, but it was all in vain, he could
not wake her. Then he tried to drag
her along by taking fold of her dress
in his mouth. But finally he gave up
the attempt, and running to the edge of
the woods, which was only little dis
lance off, took a survey up and down
the main road, then he gave quick,
| joyful bark, and ran headlong toward
| house few rods distant, where light
| was glimmering at the window. Reach
| ing the door he barked and howled in
the most frantic manner. A man soon
opened it, and looked out in surprise.
"Why, bless me- said he, "if this
amt Squire T1afton's Carlo. He knows
me, l have worked at the 'Squires so
much. But what can he want? Cold,
old fellowP Want to come in and warm
YOURSELF"
Carlo seized his coat in his teeth and
tried to drag him out-of-doors.
Something must have happened"
said the man. ''Carlo knows more than
boy, any day, and he'd never act so
for nothing. P'r'aps the old Squire or
some of the family have met with an
accident--a team has broke down or
something I'm going out to see.
And hastily donning his hat and over
coat, he followed Carlo, who after fawn-
ing upon him to show his gratitude, ran
ahead, every now and then looking be-
hind him to see if he were coming, and
going back to pull his coat a little, as a
hint that he had better hasten his foot
steps. They soon reached the woods
road and the little, dark bundle lying
| there, that was Bessie. The man, Mr.
Spencer was his name, lifted her in his
arms and ran home with all his might,
and Carlo ran by his side, never once
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