Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-01-10
that little bit of a thing! Go right Of,

that little bit of thingl Go right of,
Davy."
Davy looked startled, then inquired,
(which way do you s'pose she went?"
''Oh, dear, don't know! oh, dear"
'I'll tell you what to do" said Mrs.
Whitman with the air of q managing gen.
eral. She was not very old woman. al
though her hair was gray and she covered
it with high black cap and severe black
frontpiece. She always wore o large,
stif1y starched apron. s'Sarah and will
60 up the road" said she, "an' you, Davy,
90 down. An don't You take Towser, be-
cause that last time Car'line run away, an
You took him to track her, he tracked q
woodchuck instead, an you went a Wild
goose chase for two hours. You stop at
Mis- Briggs when you get there an you
stop at Mis- Smiths an Mis- Wheelock's s,
an you keep on till you find her no matter
how far you have to go.
81 can't see how she united that knot, !"
said Sarah. Her pretty face was all
streaked with tears and grape juice. Her
wiped it forcibly as they started up the
road. "You keep calm," said she. "She'll
be found
Uncle Davv shut Towser in the barn.
Then he walked briskly down the road.
There was not house for some distance,
but he peered carefully over the stone walls
across the fields. Caroline was five years
old She was very fair and chubby, with
carefully brushed reddish curls, and q little
blue ribbon to keep them out of her eyes.
She always wore nice little white tire in
the afternoon. Davy strained his eyes for
glimpse of that white tire and those shin
ing eyes among the bright October under
growth. The road was very dusty. lie
Il 4 II ba, I-ol
"Sha'nt have any time to black nv
shoes" he thought, woefully. Uncle Davy
was q very particular boy, and needed
great deal of time for everything.
When be reached the Briggs house he
asked
"Have you seen anything of Car'l1ne?"
"Car'line," repeated Mrs. Briggs
eyes, Car'line, sarah's little girl She's
run away an I'm tryin' to find her"
"When did she go?'
'T don't know-a little while ago."
'Well, Declare" said Mrs. Briggs. ST
dun know but did see her There was a
littIe mite of thing run by little while
ago in white tire an wondered who she
was"
(which way was she goin'?" asked
Davy, eagerly.
"Oh. she was goin' down the road. She
couldn't have gone back, cause I've been
sittin' here every minute, an L should have
seen her. 1 amt been in the house but
once to get spool of thread, an then L |
wasn't gone long 'nough for mouse to get |
past You keep right on an you'll find |
her,"
Uncle Davy was out of the yard before |
the last words were out of Mrs. Briggs |
mouth He hurried up the road, looked |
more hopefully for that little white tire-it |
seemed to him that he must see it. Many u
time had he pursued his little niece, Caro-
line, when she had run away, and had al
ways found her easily. Caroline, although
The had venturesome spirit, never ran
very far. But tonight it began TO seem as
f she had. Her Uncle Davy reached the
smith house and went to the door to in
Iuire But the door was locked and all the
curtains were drawn; the Smiths were evil
leutly all away.
Davy kept on to the Wheelock house:
hat was quarter of mile farther; there
vas still no sign of that little white tire.
He ran through the weedy yard to the door
md knocked. Nobody answered. although
lie could see quite distinctly the motion Of
rocking chair beyond the kitchen window,
md knew there was somebody at home.
HI knocked again louder; nobody came.
lie could still see the-tall back OF the rock
ng chair sway. Finally he went boldly to
he window and pounded on it; a startled
ace turned toward him from the calico