Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-01-10

space to rest minute. "1've Jest got to-, he
him and he was painting for breath.
In few minutes he called again: Car
| line, Car'line, Car'line! Here's Uncle Davyi
Where be you, Car'line?" but he could
scarcely speak. Davy was slender boy,
| and, besides, he was worn by anxiety for
| Caroline, of whom he was very fond, and
agitated, too, by a secret remorse. He put
his head down on his knees and groaned.
He had completely forgotten the party,
even the blacked shoes, the best clothes,
and the bergamOt hair oil he proposed to
ask his mother for. 81 amt never goin'
home without her, anyhow" he said, but
his voice was little more than whisper.
The sharp notes of the autumn insects ran
together in his ears. Uncle Davy had not
found Caroline, but he was so worn out that
he fell asleep.
1t was a long time after that when n cold
nose and q sharp bark awakened him. It
was Towser. who for once had tracked folks
instead of W oodchueks. Davy sat up straight
and everything came back to him. He
heard noises and saw lights moving through
thought with pang, "they amt found her
YETI
crash through the underbrush, and his
father took him by the arm. "Here he isr'
he shouted, and there was a glad shout in
response. Then Sarah's husband and Mr..
Briggs came up-
"Ain't vou found her yet?" painted Davy,
half sobbing.
Found who?" cried his father, shaking
him.
"Car'line-she was found all right She
want loss. She didn't run far. She went
back to the house whilst her mother was
gone, an Sarah found her eatin' grape jelly
when she got back She'd eat a whole
tumbler, but 1 guess it won't hurt her any.
It's you we're huntin' for. It's II O'Clock as
night What did you come in here for?''
81 was huntin' for Car'line." Davy was so
tired and bewildered now that he was cry
ing like baby, although he was u years
old. His father grasped his little cold hand
fast and pulled him along, 'Well, there's no
use standin' talkin', )" said he. you'd better
get home. Mothers got some supper waitin'
for you, Mr.. Briggs team is down here a
little piece, so it won't take long, and you
won't have to walk"
Davy would not have walked far. Sarah's
husband took hold of his other hand, and he
and his father nearly carried MIN between
them to Mr.. Briggs wagon, which was tied
under an oak tree. 'It's lucky he amt no
older,' said Mr.. Briggs, rs he got in, cor he'd
got his death with rheumatic, sleepin' out
there side of that swamp"
Davy fell asleep again as soon as the
wagon was under way. He never knew how
he got home nor how his father pulled on
his little damp jacket and wrapped him in
his own coat, but the flash of fights in his
face and his mothers voice awakened him
when he got home. Sarah was
over at her mothers waiting and CarI1ne
had been put TO bed on the sitting room
lounge Sarah hursed him and cried, but
his mother hurried him into the bedroom
ana took of his damp clothes and rolled
him in hot blankets. then he sat out by the
kitchen stove with his feet in the oven and
drank great bowl of ginger tea and ate a
plate of milk coast. of which he was especi-
ally fond. Everybody stood around him
an petted him.
"They didn't have the party tonight" said
his mother, ''they were so upset about you.
They're goin' to have it tomorrow night 80
you won't lose that"
Sarah leaned over and Stroked Davy's lit
tie damp head lovingly. ITO think Of
Uncle Davy's going out to find Carline an
staying out till midnightr' sine said tear
fully "Sisterd never forgive herself il any
hing had happened to him"
Uncle Davy looked up at her suddenly, his
honest face cleaned out of the folds OF the
blanket "You mustn't feel SO bad, Sarah,"
aid he. 81 united Carline."