The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1892-01-22

dis'inc'iy the motion Of q rocking.
s chair beyond The kitchen window
and knew there was somebody at
: home.
s He knocked again louder: no.
!, body came. lie could still see the
, tall back oflhe rocking.chair sway.
Finally he went boldly to the win.
dow and pounded on il (; a startled
: face turned toward him from the
calico back of the rocking.chair /:
$ then somebody went across the
> floor, and the door was opened.
"Who is it?" asked gentle, draw.
ling voice. Mrs. Wheelock was
very tall and pale, with pale
sweeps Of hair over her ears, and
9 mildly bewildered, specialized
face.
; "It's Davy Whitman" replied
Davy. "Have you seen Oar'line p
what J" Mrs. Wheelock was
not deaf, but she was as slow of
comprehension as heavy sleeper.
MY sister Sarah's little glrl has
run away. Have you seen her 20
by heres' o
! "No, dun know as have,n re.
peated Mrs. Wheelock, slowly.
while her look Of bewllderment
deepened. ~ amt been setiin' 10
the window sence dinner. When
did" But Davy was gone, and
she stood staring after him. She
stood there quite awhile before
going back 10 her rocking-chair.
The Wheelock house was the
last in that direction for a mile.
Davy walked on about a half mile,
then be stopped before a narrow
lane that led over through the
fields to the woods. "1'm q. 2oin'
up the lane," he said. "I'm 'irajd |
she went into the woods"
The dusk was increasing fast
however, the full moon was rising,
and * would still be light enough |
to see The white tire a long way
ahead. Davy trudged on. He
emerged from the lane into a cart.
path through The woods.s It was
darker there. He called all the
time at short intervals: 1Car'line
Carline! Here's Uncle Davy!
Car'line!"
But there was no sonnd in re-.
sponse. Davy's voice grew husky
as he went on. 1t seemed to him
ne was walking miles, but he did
not know how many. 1t was row
quite dark, except for The moon,
but that lighted the open spaces
quite brightly. He had a plan of
taking circuit through the woods
and coming out into a point fur.
ther down on the road. He knew
there was a path, but somehow he
had missed il, and did not come ,
out, although he was instantly
to.
At last he sat down on a rock in
an open space to rest a minute.
i've jest got to-" he said to him.
self. His legs trembled under him ,,
and he was painting for breath. /,
In a few minutes he called !
again: "Car'lne, Car'line, Car. : :
line! Here's Uncle Davy! Where =
be you, Car'line ~ But he could =
scarcely speak. Davy was a slen. :
der boy, and, besides, he was worn =
BY anxiety for Caroline, of whom =
be was very fond, and asitated, !;
90, by a secret remorse. =
He put bis head down on his T.
znees and groaned. He had com. ~ ;,
,lete!y forgotten the party. even v v
he blacked shoes, the best clothes. ;;
md the bergamot halr oil. II =. =,
INIT never goin' home without o.
Ter anyhow" he said, but his voice -
vas little more than a wisper. The ~
harp notes of The autumn insects = =,
an together in his ears. Uncle -
)ayy had not found Caroline, but =.
e Was so worn out that he fell =,
sleep. a.
II was a long time alter that :. :.
'hen a cold nose and q sharp bark 10 10
wakened hun. 1t was Towser, ., &c
Tho for once had tracked folks in. =. =,
lead Of woodchurks. Davy sat 9, g.
p straight, end everything came ~ -.
ack to him. He heard noises and 9, 9,
w lights moving through the ~ ~
'ees. 49,
"rhey're after Oar'line," he ~
fought with pang, "tlley amt +,
'nnd her yet"
Davy staggered to his feet, there rel r:
as q crash through the under. llf
rush, and his father took him by co
% arm. "Here he is!'' he shout. trJ
J, and there was a glad shout in mt
sponse. Then Sarah's husband iat
I'd Mr. Briggs came up. OIL
Amt you found her yets" pant. !!
Davy, half sobbing. ~
Found who ~ cried bis father, lot
aking him. chl
Car 'line.r lea
Car'line--she was found al "
gut. She wasn't lost She did \
i run far. She went back TO the o.
use whilst her mother was gone, col
Sarah found her ea,in' grape eco
ly when she got back. Shed eat oo'
Nho!e tumbler, bat l guess it
'n't hurt her any. Tt's you we're 4
Min for. lie - O'Clock at far
Eht. What did you come in here gra
~ 10
Il was huntin' for Oar'line. !" cou
IVY was % tired and bewildered as
v that he was crying like Z ba. wa
. although he was twelve years mn
J: HE father grasped bic little to-
y Il q /