Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1888-08-24

Iney Cla1neQ tnat savage OeaSC mere lOI
! just nOn2 And 1 believe 1 must have
made mstake-th is not Bella's room
at all. A stout old man has sat there,
reading the paper. all the afternoon, and
! l haven't dared to stir, for fear of being
shot for burglar. I've seen the darling
once or twice picking flowers in the
garden, and bringing water from the
| spring, but [ haven't ventured to call TO
her, for fear of betraying my hiding
place. Shades of Epicurusi how good
that frying chicken smells-Cofee, too!
I'd give a kings ransom for cup OF 1t ~
Poor Hubert He could not stir for
fear of rousing Casar's deep, ow-pitched
bark and compromising himself and
Bella, but he grew sitter and more
cramped with every second of his en-
forced vigil.
''They must take the dog to his ken
mel before long" he thought, as the dew
suffused the air with moisture and the
night-birds began to wheel about the
luxuriant branches of the old tree.
But presently Ieruiah came out with
a tin pan of water and platter of bones
to break Caesars fast.
SIS it all right, Ruey?" said Mr..
Brown, IN a sort of stage whisper, from
the kitchen door.
"All right, sir! :" Zeruiah answered.
And then, in lightning flash, as it
were, Hubert comprehended it all.
He was entrapped. That weaZen-
faced old woman and the malicious elo-
erly uncle of his beloved were in league
to be his jailers. He whistled softly
to himself.
! Caesar, from below. left of crunching
his bones, and uttered a deep, thunder
Gus growl at the sound. From the dis
! lance, the echo of voices reached him
careless laughter and stray sentences here
! and there.
( 'It's Bolton and Ralph Weir, coming
back to the inn after their days shoot
ing" he thought eff 1 could only get
word to them"
/ He tore leaf from his pocket-book,
scrubbed a line or two on it as we'll as
he could in the uncertain dusk, and
wrapping it around his watch, flung it
! as far as his aim could reach toward the
swamp.
MATTERS are getting serious" he said
to himself.
/ But the missive had not been without
its use.
Hello" said Weir; "a shooting
! star"
GA white bird" exclaimed Bolton,
checking his long, swinging stride. mo
| it isn't, either-it's watch with a let
! ter wrapped around it,"
! And then, in the swampv Businesses,
/ by the light of a few matches. they de-
ciphered the cry for aid which had come
from the plum-tree.
"Whew-w-w!' said Weir. diets go
and shoot the dog"
''Let's do nothing of the Sort" said
Bolton. what would we-or poor old
Wynton, either-gain by declaring d.
rect war in that sort of way! Let's be
polite, or nothing
And he fired his rife three times in the
air, sort of signal recognition of his
prisoned friend.
"What's that" said Mr. Brown, who
was computing the interest on promis-
sorry note at the sitting-room table by the
light of kerosene lamp.
II Dunno" said Rue, ''unless it's Dea-
con Hall shootin' wease's in his hen
roost."
'Oh, Uncle Brown" cried Bella, with
clasped hands. 81 hope there are no
burglars around"
Never heard Of such thing in all
Bean Hollow, my DEAR" said The old
man.
In the dead of that same night, how
ever, two masked men appeared mysterI-
"Your money or your life," said one.
'Miser, unhand your treasures ~ shout
ed the other.
Old Mr.. Brown lay quaking there,
quite helpless, when, in an instant, a
1.-the form sprang through the open win
dow, balancing itself a second on the
sill, and then fastened to the rescue.
A brief struggled ensued; but at last
the masked burglars fled precipitately.
Ca sar barking wildly at them, and
straining his chain to the utmost, in his
efforts to wreak his vengeance upon
them
Young fellow" cried the old man,
scrambling out of bed, you've saved
my life, besides the government coupons
that were under my pillow. What can
do to reward you!'
He was very pale and trembled vio-
lently.
'T'd like something to eat, if you
please SIR" said Wynton. "To tell you
the truth, I've just come out of the plum
tree"
eyes, I know" sad Brown, recover
ing himself little. 'EYou're the fellow
that is in love with our Bella, amt
YOU"
81 don't deny it, SIR" said Wynton,
boldly.
''Well. you deserve her." said Mr..
Brown; land you shall have her. 1t was
I that ordered the dog chained UP to the