Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1886-12-01

urea NV breast gave Q p0uuus NNxI
~ mined low down upon it, TRUNK apeecu
# vhite paper, and beside 1t. with neaa ~;
and vatchful eve, lay that noble ana 1a.'nlui
creature Sancho, jealously guarding inc 1ea'-
nre intrusted to him by his fair mistress
4 eioht of mo the dog looked cur1oosly
and donbtfully wagged his tail. called nun,
hut he refused to move, and as I continued 10
sdvonce he raised his upper lip and uttered q
"Whv. sancho. old fellow,"1 said sootn.
inrlv. don't you know me-youro la mss'e ~,
Sancho slightly wagged the tip OF his TAI
IN the affirmative, but at the same times no"eu
his teeth. I knew him too well not 10 neeo
these sicns: but what on earth had seS 'ne
animal arainst me? Had he lost all sense OIL
his mast allegiance, or, what was more prov.
able. was his sense of honor IN attacn"en'
to his new owner stronger than any remem-
brance of past obligation to mel
Tn vain I coaxed, in vain I threatened.
When I called him he wagged his tail, but re-
fused to stir. When I picked up a stick ne
covered a little. but kept his place. 1t was
only when I ventured to approach toward tne
letter that he rose to his feet, and, with brist-
ling neck and cleaning teeth n eyes, "arneo
me off by a threatening growL
What was I to do9 l knew That II l per
sisted the dog would certainly seize me. Inc
unprateful beastl A thousand times cursed
the trick that l had taken such pains TO teacn
him, never dreaming that it would lead 10
my own undoing. And here he would lie JILL
midnight, perhaps, keeping that letter NJ Oh
nv reach. No matter. I would stay, too,
and tire him out. So, feigning O retreat, l
sat down on q rock at some distance to await
the result.
For three hours Sancho kept his post, only
occasionally moving uneasily around. He
was hungry and wanted his supper. At last,
after apparently a long elaboration with him
self. and in an evidently distressed state OF
mind, expressed by moro than one plaintiff
howl. he walked several times around tho
tree. scratched little moss and dirt over the
letter. and trotted off home. Now was my
time, and, Selling upon the preeious missive,
|. too. hurried homeward, eager to perllse its
contents
It was nearly 10 o'clock when in my room
at the hotel I opened and read the note which
was as follows:
"My precious Harry:
II fear they have discovered our design,
for they are making preparations for our all
going to Europe Immediately. We are to go
on the Servia which sails Tuesday. Uncle
has just told me that we must leave here to-
night by the 10 o'clock train. If you love
me, Harry, be at the depot when We arrive,
and watch at the east door of the ladies'
waiting room. We can slip off in the dark
and take the southern bound train. II you
fail l shall know that you care nothing for
"Your ever devoted,
CORA"
Need I tell what followed-of how ] madly
rushed for the depot in time to behold the
train moving away with a knocking shrek,
while Mr.. Tom Madden stood smiling on the
platform? Of how I followed on the next
train to New York, and rushing to the pier
deserted afar off the Servia disappearing
upon the wide waste of waters! Even then I
would have followed on the next steamer,
had not my friends dissuaded me and urged
me to wait Cora's return, when they said, the
matter would be amicably settled. But, alas!
when the Maddens returned from their four
months trip I read on the list Of the same
Servia's passengers the names Of "Mr. John
Madden, Miss Penelope Madden and Mr.. and
Mrs. Tom Madden" and l knew that Cora
was lost to me forever!
1t is not long since I passed her riding on
the avenue in an elegant turnout, looking very
handsome, and I must say it, very happy.
There were a liveried footman and a coach
man, and on the box beside the latter sat that
trcacherous and ungrateful dog, Sancho, rev.
cling in a silver collar and as I could almost
swear, turning up his nose at me as I passed.
Susan Archer Weiss in Detroit Free Press.