The diamond drill., 1888-09-29

my dear child" soiemnly rsmon-
strated hor father. ~do you expect 70
live on = desert islandP"
Corinne lasighcsI.
Il don't mind for myself" said she;
but its Bunny-snd Paquita--and the
dreadful white and tan dog. I'm sure.
between thom sll. we shall get into
some scrapel"
Corinno's prophecy came true. They
had lived scarcely two weeks In the
Brandon Cottage when matters came to
n crisis.
Pnquita, escaped from the gilded chain
and ring. cSrried her Investigations in
to the WHITE garden.
Nero. in chasing her from his right
full domains. pulled mouthful OF
grey -and-green feathers out OF her
tail.
Bunny girdIed the cho CO new rose.
tree which had Just been set out in the
centre OF Mr.. Whyte's lawn. and
made meal of the tall. white deutziA
bush.
Miss whyte's maid presented her
mistress compliments, and they
couldn't stand that nuisance OF n rab-
bit anylonger."
Old Selma came back with ''Mr.
Delacroixs respects. and nobody In
the house could sleep for that dogs
perpetual barking at nigh"
IL had intended 10 CALL" said John
Whyte; but us this unlooked-for cool
ness has arisen. il is perhaps better TO
keep my distance"
Tim told thu, Mr.. Whyte is n very
A hIr al
acrolx; but this petty quarrelling Is
unworthy OF gentleman or SER
want
One day Mr.. WHITE found Nicola
drowned la tears The rabbit had
lnnched of her pet Brazilian tree. aud
torn up all the Japanese lily-buds in
the border
This won't do said John.
He was Il soft-hcarted man. and the
sight of Nicolas tears spurrcd him on
to sudden vengeance.
Get me ny revolver! I'll shoot the
vcrmin!'
He's ont there by the cedar tree"
she whispered, through her sobs.
You needn't bc AFRAID; there's no
body in range"
A single shot and the white object
collapsed and fell over into cluster
OF sweet briar bushes.
Mr.. Whyte laid down tho revolver.
and wiped his forehead.
'l'm sorry for IL already" said he.
"The creature was n pet after all. But
we have been driven TO it--literally
drivenl"
just then there was rustic In the
hedge. and Nero sprang over. his
mouth garnisaed with a stray feather
or SO from Paguila!
''Ihere!' said Mr.. Whyte, 'fhe
brute has been trespassing ngain. He
must have broken his chain. The
Of that iuckless parrot in
furiatcs him beyond everything"
I'm very sorry fatcred Nicola.
"But what can we doP"
I'VE must DO something" sa Il tho
brother. scizng Nero's disjolnted
chain. and walking grandly of toward
the kennel.
Now" ho thought, "Pm more
sorry than ever that shot the rabbit"
lie was crossing the lawn next day. |
with some choice geranlum slips IN
his hand. when he heard smothered |
sound rs OF sobbing. in the little |
roll,sed arbor OH the other side of the
hedge.
HIS heart smote him with a sudden |
lie flung down the gorani-
ans. went around BY the gate. aud
himself before poor little
Jorinne Delacroix, who sat bitterly |
amenling. on the step of the summer
lOuse.
She started guilty at his approach,
ind rose TO her feet
My dear young lady," said he.
what is the matterP Is IL nything
N which ! can help youe"
Still Corinne wept OH.
Ill owe YOU an apology" added
Wht te. IL regret from the bottom OF
ny henrt that / allowed myself To be
carried away SO far rs to perform such
IN unncighborIy aud ungentemauly
action. Ii could replace him"
But you can'tr' sobbcd Cornne.
Oh. plcase--please forgive mel don't
Know what possessed me to put strych-
line into piece Of meat at the foot OF
lie garden. But / did. and he has been
.'Poisoncdr' gaspcd Mr.. whyte.
your f.therp'
mo" wept Corinnc. with gesture
" impat cnce The dogw
do you mean my Irish sctterp"
Yes"
"But he isn't poisoned" cried Mr..
WHITE.
'.He has disappeared. asserted Cor
nnc.
II have sent him away did not
,hooso that so triiling thing as dog
hould rse up discussion between
le phborSn