The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1888-01-13

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'Tm told that Mr. Whyte is a very cul
tivated person" said Mr.. Delacroix; "but
this petty quarrelling is unworthy q gen
| tleman or a sacdnt"
One day Mr.. Whyte found Nicola drown
cd in tears. The rabbit had lunched of
her pet Brazilian tree, and torn mp all the
japanese lily-buds in the border
'Ths won't do, - said John.
He was a soft-hearted man, and the sight
of Nicola tears spurred him on to sudden
vengeance.
"Get me my revolyer I'll shoot the
ycrminr'
Giles ont there 10y the cedar-tree, she
whispered, through her sobs. ''You
needn't be afraid there's nobody in
range"
A single shot, and the white object col
lapsed and fell over into a cluster of sweet
briar bushes.
Mr.. Whytc laid down the revolver, and
| wiped his forehead
'Tm sorry for it already" said he.
''Tho creature was a pet, after all, but We
have been driven TO it--literally driven!"
| Just then there was n rustic in the hedge,
and Nero sprang over, his mouth garnisl-
cd with stray feather or so from Pa
| quita.
"There?" said Mr.. Whyte, "the brute
has been tresspassing again. He must
have broken his chain The shrieking of
that lucklcss parrot nfurates him beyond
everything"
'l'm very sorry" faltered Nicola 'But
what can we do?''
owe must do something" said her
brother, seizing Ncro's disiointed chain,
and walking grimly off toward the kennel.
Now" he thought, I'm more sorry
than ever that | shot the rabbit
He was crossing the lawn, next day, with
some choice gcranium slips in his hand,
when he heard . smothered sound, as of
sobbing, in the little treiised arbor on the
other side of the hedge.
His heart smote him with a sudden re-
morse. He flung down the geraniums
went around by the gate and presented
himself before poor little Corinne Dele
croix, who sat bitterly lamenting, on the
step of the summer house.
She started guiltily at his approach, and
rosc to her feet.
MY dear young lady" said he, ''what
ia fine ,pattaro Ia r. auyfbino, in, N, biab
can help your
Still Gorinne wept on.
IL owe you an apology added
Whytc. 81 regret, from the bottom of
my heart, that allowed myself to be car
ried away so far as to perform such an I'M
neighborly and ungentlemanly action. If
l could replace him
"Dut you can't" sobbed Corinne.
ooh, plcase-please forgive me! | don't
know what possessed me to put strychnine
into piece OF meat at the foot of the gar
den. But | did and he has been poison
edr'
Poisoned gasped Mr.. Whyte "Your
father?'
"No," wept Corinne, with a gesture of
Impotence, ''the dog!'
'Do you mean my Irish setter?"
yes"
'But he isn't poisonedr' cried Mr..
Whyte.
Gle has disappeared, " asserted Corinne:
81 have sent him away. | did not
choose that So trifing thing as dog
should raise up dissension between neigh
bors.
Corrinnc dropped her tear drenched peck
et-handkerchief her face grew radiant be
meath its bright drops.
ooh, am so glad, said she. 81 am
not quite such guilty wretch as fancied
myself. But did put the poisoned meat
there. In intention am as guilty as ever.
And shall not be quite-quite happy
until you say that you forgive me-
81 assure you, Miss Delacroix-" began
Mr.. Wbyte, thinking how best he could
confess to the horrible fact of being Bun
ny's deliberate murderer. when there was
CLEAN of white through the leaves, and
Bunny himself jumped upon his mistress
lap, from nook among the foliage.
81 am going to send Bunny away" said
Corinne, ''to my cousin, in Brighton,
who wants white rabbit dreadfully
And Paquita has been shipped to Bou-
logne by express. Papa says We must not
keep pets at the expense of our ncighbors'
peace of mind And, by the way, we were
so much obliged to you-papa and for
shooting that hateful old white cat that
was always chasing Bunny and wanting to
eat Paquita up! We saw you shoot her
1t was that that made me feel SO con-
science strckcn about the poisoned meat. y
elem hemn' coughed Mr.. Whyte. 81
am glad-that is, really don't know"
''And won't you come in and see papa?"
prettily pleaded Corinne. ''IIe's quite an
invalid, you know, and he would so enjoy
the society of a noighborr'
Mr. Whyte consented. No one could
have said "No" to Corinne.
And when he went home, he had prom
sed to have Nero brought back, provided
Bunny should not be exiled from the
Brandon cottage.
Miss Nicola called, too.
She was delighted with Mr. Delacroix
and his daughter The more they saw of