The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1883-11-08

house few rods distant. where ligh,
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 Trafton's Carlo. He knows
me, have worked at the 'Squires SO
much. But what can he want? Cold,
old fellow? 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. SC
for nothing. P'r'aps the old Squire or
some of the family have met with an
| accidents team has broke down OF
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 little, as a
hint that he had better hasten his foot
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
taking his anxious eyes from the pre-
cious burden he carried.
When they reached the house, Mr..
Spencer explained the situation in. as
few words as possible to his wife who.
as good fortune would have it, was ex-
perienced in sickness and all sorts of &C.
cidents and emergencies, and she lost
no time in using the proper restoratives.
Il am afraid she is dead" said Mr..
Spencer, holding the little wrist mo-
ment, while his wife rubbed it vigorous.
ly.
'No, 1 think, l am quite sure she
breathes, though family"
And Carlo, as if he understood every
word, parked gladly.
They forced little brandy between
the stiff lips, and it was not long before
she opened her eyes.
Then Mr. Spencer harnesSed his horse
and drove like mad to BeSSies grand
fathers, soon returning with both
grandma and Abby, for Abby forgot
her sore throat the moment she heard
that Bessie was in danger. They had
only just missed her at home, and the
house was in perfect panic when Mr..
Spence arrived there. Joe had gone
down to iunt Mary's, being quite sure
that he should find her there safe snd
sound, but when he came back with the
information that they had seen nothing
of her there, he did not know what tC
think.
'.But," said Joe at length, "she may
have gone out with the intention of 60
ING there, and then, seeing a Jack o.
Lantern which some OF the boys had
stuck up on the gate-po>t. may have
been frightened and |on" back again,
and in her bewilderment, instead of 90,
ing up the hill toward home have turped
in the other direction and gone toward
the village"
But Bessie had kept on into the
woods instead of going to the vii Ige
where Joe was seeking her at that mo-
ment, and if it had not been for Callc
she would have frozen to death before
any aid would have reached her.
Bessie wasn't a lie to tell them law
it was that night, she was too we:k,
she could not remember, but the next
morning everything came back to hp'r,
and she shuddered VIXEN she told of he
horrible face that looked over the gate
at her.
Il knew that it was naughty to rnr
away so, and thought he was an aw-
full giant, or something, that was going
to eat me up" she said, sobbing.
But no one even suggested that il
was naughty to run away, for grandma
felt little conscience-StIicken herself
on the subject. 1t had been dreadfully
dull at the farmhouse in the evening,
and after that she took care that she
always had something to amuse her.
Bessie did not 90 out again for some
time. She was weak and feyeriSh, and
escaped long, serious illness only by
the greatest care being exercised.
As for Carlo, he became the hero OF
the town. Bessie's papa brought him
beautiful silver collar when he re-
turned from Europe, and he wears il
proudly to this day, learning to under
stand that it is badge of honor. He is
a very old dog now, and Bessie is grow
ing to bea young lady, but the strongest
friendship exists between them.-L0uise
Dupee, in Ballou's Monthly.