The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1885-08-28

general air of Importance. He stopped
in front of Susie, wagged his tail.
barked IN a friendly manner, and trot-
ted briskly away. He did not 60 far,
however, but came back and repeated
his attempts at making friends.
'.Do you want me to come with you.
doggy" asked Susie. Doggy barked
eyes," so Susie walked down the
steps, and the little girl and little dog
were soon tripping down the street
like old friends.
A Sabbath stiffness was in the air;
no stir OF human industry marred
the restful quiet; only the soft
music of birds and insects and
breezes playing with leaves and grass
blades.
doggy, wonder if we can't, find
mamma. Grandma says she's gone
away beyond the sky and lots of
times I've tried to see herr cause, you
know, doggy, 1 think, may be she
looks down at me sometimes.
Shouldn't you think she would? But
I've never seen her yet; for day like
this, when the blue shows so plain the
sun is always so bright it hurts my
eyes, and when it rains the clouds hide
the sun, they hide away the pretty
blue, too; so of course 1 couldn't see
her then. Isn't it too bad, doggy
But look, doggy! Way down there in
Deacon Dodd's meadow lot the blue
sky comes right down to the fence,
and may be mamma'll be watching for
US, and lift US right in"
Doggy listened very intelligently to
all this, and when his little friend hast
ened on, he kept close behind her. On
and on they hurried; but when they
reached the place the poor little feet
were very tired, the little shoes were
very dusty, there was great tear in
the little dress where cruel thorn
had caught it and had scratched one
little hand, too, and there were tears
in the pretty blue eyes when she said:
go, doggy, isn't it too bad? 1t isn't
here, after all, but way over by the
woods, and I'm awful tirei aren't
you, doggy"
Doggy sat down in crestfallen
manner. Susie certainly looked very
crestfalle4, but in moment she
frightened up, saying:
Never mind, doggy: it isn't so very
much farther, and when we get there
we'll be sure to get rested. Pm afraid
it'll be harder to climb up through. l
don't know as we could climb tree,
but maybe there'll be stump we can
stand on, and mamma'lI reach down
and take us. know she'll reach down
if we can't climb up, and when she
holds us We'll be sure to get rested. 1
never used to get tired at all when my
mamma held me, but Pm tired so
much since she went up there. "
80, hurry, doggy" cried Susie.
"Those ugly clouds have hid the blue,
but perhaps we can see it in the
woods"
But when they reached the woods
poor Susie sat down IN despair. She
was tired and hungry. it was getting
dark, and the rain kept falling faster
and faster.
go, doggy!7 she sobbed, '.it's no
use. I've lost my mamma and can't
find her, and now believe I've lost
grandma, too"
When the sermon was ended and
the closing hymn was given out, Su-
sie's grandma was surprised to miss
her. After the benediction, she spoke
to number ofpeople about it. "Where
can she be?" was asked by all, and
several commenced a search for her.
When the storm came up more people
started out. There was no evening
service at church, for by that time the
whole town was aroused, but the min
ister's prayer, "Our Father, watch
over and guard the lost one, aid and
comfort the sorrowing ones looking
for her, we pray thee" was echoed by
many hearts.
1t was morning when they found
her, very wet and fastsasleep. Ten
derly the little figure was lifted and
carried gently home, the Little dog
following sorrowfully, with down
cast head and dropping tail. Loving
hands laid her on soft pillows, rub
bed the tired, cold little feet and
placed cool cloths on the hot head.
All that day and night she slept,
and her dumb friend watched mourn
fully beside her with grandma and the
doctor, pricking up his ears and wag-
glng his tail intelligently when the
red lips murmured. as they often did;
"Almost there, doggy; surely we are
almost there;" or, ''We'll find her
soon, doggy; yes, very, very soon."
Dawn came. Everything seemed
more beautiful after the recent storm.
The rain had busted and polished the
leaves till they shone and glistened in
the gay, bright sunlight
A sunbeam stole through the shut
ter, kissed the curl by Susie's cheek,
and crept across her closed eyelids.
They opened suddenly; but the blue
beneath them had a far-away look,
and the little girl seemed listening to
voice no others heard. The watch
ers looked on IN breathless silence.
Her expression became more atten-
tive, more rapt. "Almost there, dog
gy; don't you hear her call USE" Sud-
denly she gave a joyful cry, so,
mammal and then more family,
My own dear mammal The lids
once more and forever hid the lovely
eyes beneath their snowy covers; the
roses left her cheeks; but the smile
rested on the silent lips. The little
hands folded contentedly together, as
though clasping unseen but well
loved fingers. A soft sigh-and Susie
had found her mamma.-C Carrie Clark,
in Interior.
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