The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1885-09-05

81 mayn't be back for two days or so.
VIII you be afeered?"
mo-" said, but was. Ihelped him
into the wagon. He seemed dazed and
half-blinded by his misfortune. Oh,if !
could help him! did the work faithful
ly when he was gone, driving the cows
and milking them, and taking care of the
house and George and the poultry,
The next day band OF Indians--ten
or twelve---rode up to the cabin. was
frightened, but met them as coolly as II
l had plenty to protect me. George, In
wild alarm, hid under the bed. The
Indians seemed kind, and only wanted q
drink of milk. There were four squaws
among them, with kind, bright eyes
one gave me necklace of beads as they
rode off.
Shortly afterward Mr.. Little and Tom
Gray rode up In haste, their horses white
with foam.
"DessieP' shouted Mr.. Little, as he
came up over the hill. "Is she herep
Have you seen her?"
'Not for week." said. HAS any.
thing happenedP"
"She went to ride yesterday afternoon,
and hasn't returned yet, nor has she been
seen. We hoped she was here"
"She hasn't BEEN"
They looked white and scared. Mr..
Little seemed to have aged in a night.
"There was band of Indians here"
said Gray; "they may have taken her.
told them Of the Indians visit, and
thought it improbable, as they seemed
so kindly disposed; but they rode off
following the trail.
That night was more dreadful than
the first, and the dog seemed frcnzied
over the cayotes, who yelled till morn
ing, and cried myself into Mysteries
and frightened poor little George, who
sat up in bed and screamed the "kiyos
were eating his dirl." BE always called
Miss Bessie his dirl.'
The next morning a number of people
came up; they were hunting for Bessie.
The whole neighborhood was searched.
could not leave home, but George
and l walked over the ranch, looking In
every hole, and wistfully across the
plains. Our dog, Smarty, ran after us,
and a silly old turkey-gobbler, my pet
and the pride of my poultry-yard, Joined
in the procession. Smarty chased him,
and Gobble few over the wire-fence and
rushed down the hill, through a valley,
across the road, and saw the two, mere
specks, tearing up the hill near the
well.
Hell kill Gobbler' shouted, selling
Georgic's hand, and we rnshed after
them, George crying at the top of his
lungs and being winded at every step,
At last took him on my back, and fin,
iShed the race with heavy burden.
At the foot of the hill was the well
and there Gobble stood, scolding and
shaking his red neck, while Smarty
seemed 20 have forgotten his very ex.
istence, but was running abound the
well, uttering short, quick barks.
The plankS around and over the vel
were gone, and the earth about it was
plOwed as if there had been a struggle
dropped Georges hand and rushed
down. pushed Smarty away, ant
looked down. 1t was dark, but tancieC
l saw something white away down. Just
then faint voice from the depths of the
earth shouted:
"Help! helpp'
"Pm Charline Boyd. Who's herei
Shout againp
"Bessie Little. My horse fell; he,
dead, away down, I'm clinging to Q
plank in the side. can't hold on muci
longer, Ny arms are breakingr'
What could do?
"Bessie," ! shouted, "hold on little
while; I'm going for helpr
"Pve been unconscious. I'm faint.
shall die. Don't leave me. The dir
falling brought me life"
"I'll leave Georgle here Here
George, your dirl is in that hole; sit
there and talk to her. Don't cry"
Georges lip trembled, but he minded
bravely, pleading the dog should stay
but ] was afraid to trust him. "Gobblt
tay wifi Dorgie," he said, piteously; but
that sagacious bird was already winging
and hopping his way homeward. left
Bessie answering Georgle's sacred
"Halloop'
II she could keep conscious till l got
back! How thanked grandpa for his
careful habits. knew just where the
new clothes-line was, the crowbar and
the hatchet. We were eight miles from
any ranch, and must act as If there was
no one in the world 10 help her.
How / got back never knew, Isaw
George from the top of the hill. He had
crawled to the edge of the well, and was
singing little bahy-song had taught
him. His cheeks were red and feverish
and his voice hoarse.
"Bessie" shouted.
"All right. George kept me from
fainting. made him sing"
"Dit dirl outl dit dirl outw George
screamed, ,clinging to my skirts. Ipushed
him away; there was no time 10 pet or
comfort him.
run to the road, George, that way;
now halloo for help. Yes,ta the dog,
Tell everybody Your dirl is in Byers'
WE'LL"
knew his white, tear-wet face would
bring the most unbelieving stranger, and
watched his chubby form, in the bright
plaid dress, and the painting dog disap-
pear over the hill. AL the while was
digging a deep hole with the hatchet,