Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1891-09-15

Away, Dapple, like the windr cried
Irene, and the little mountain pony shot
of like an arrow.
The war was over, and once more over
the blasted and desolate homes Of vir-
ginia peace and freedom reigned.
Captain Rutherford made II his bust
ness to go back to the Potomac hills and
/ to Colonel Moreton's farmhouse the mo-
ment he was discharged from service;
but where the stately old homestead
stood he found nothing but mass Of
ruins, and Of Dapple's mistress not the
slightest tidings could he obtain.
Three years went by, and the ex-cap-
tain found himself the wealthy heir Of
an old uncle and took himself of on q
tour amid the Swiss mountains. Dapple
went with him, AS no always did since
that eventful night when the brave little
pony bore him safely beyond reach of
the enemy. He had been the captains
inseparable companion in oil his wan
derings. He was with him now, am
bling over the green Tyrol valleys and
climbing tho Switzer sleeps.
One September afternoon, when the
captains tour was drawing to a close,
somewhere In tho vicinity of Mount
Blanc he fell In with a travelling party
from New Orleans. It consisted OF
Madam Lenoir, her son and two daugh-
ters and young American lady who
was her companion and interpreter.
Captain Rutherford found madam a
charming woman, and while the young
personskf the party busted themselves In
spreading out collation. under the trees,
he lay amid the long, rustling grasses,
listening to madam's pretty feminine
chatter, and in his turn relating Incl
dents and "reminiscences Of his own war
experience for her edifcation.
Among other things he told her of
Dapple, and Of his midnight ride among
the blue hills Of old Virginia.
Madam was intensely interested.
"And the gallant little pony carried
you safely through she cried, with
beaming eyes.
Safely through, madam, with the
enemy At ,ay very heels" replied the
captain.
"Miss Morton" cried madam, "will
you have the kindness to pass the claret
cup? And pray, Captain Rutherford,
whatever became of Dapple?"
The captain raised himself to sitting
posture.
"Dapple, Dapple." he called; "come
herep
From the forest shadows near at hand
u small gray mountain pony came am
bling forth. Madam Lenoir's companion,
advancing with the claret cup In er
slim white hand, uttered a sharp little
cry and wasted all the luscious liquor
on the rustling leaves at her feet.
"Oh, Dapple, Dapplep she cried.
Dapple heard the sweet voice, and
knew 1t in an instant. He broke into a
joyous neigh, and sh6t like an arrow for
the young lady's side. She caught bis
shaggy head and held 1t close to her
bosom, sobbing like tho silly child she
was.
"Oh, Dapple, my pretty Dapple, have
l found you at lastY'
Madam Lenoir, comprehending the de-
nouement, looked on with glistening
eyes.
Two weeks later the pleasant party
was breaking up. Madam and her party
were going back to France.
"And now, Irene," said the captain,
chow is 1t to be? You will not listen to
my suit or accept my love? Then you
will be forced to part from Dapple again.
She is mine by the right Of possession.
l cannot give her up. Come, now, give
your final decision-are you willing to
part from me and Dapple foreverT'
Irene looked up with her old, glorify-
Ing smile.
II could bear to part from you," she
said wickedly, "but never again from
Dapple. If you take Dapple you will
have TO take her mistress, too, Captain
Rutherford"
And the captain made no objection.
a month later saw Dapple's mistress his
wifo.-Toronto Mail.