The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1893-03-04

gasping way that brought the doctor IN
Hugh to the fore.
"steady," j." he said gently. Eve are not .
here to hurt you, but to see what can be
done for you"
She pointed to the dog. "Only take
Dash away. Leave us two alone"
At the sound Of his name the dog
glanced round at her, but at her vehe-
ment repellant gesture he crept nearer
to me- his tail between his legs.
poor Dash My poor, poor Artful
Dodgeri7 ! whispered, STOPPING to pat
him. But Hugh was looking at the
woman attentively. Il beg your par
don, but think have seen you before
he said.
She threw up her hands with a sharp
cry: Il knew It'll l knew that dog would
ruin mel''
"Then you tried to lose him-to get
rid of himp
She made Hugh no answer, only looked
at him half fearfully, half defantly.
Come, Kittie," he said to me, ''since
the dogs owner is willing to part with
him we will take him home with us"
He laid couple of bills on the sewing
machine as he spoke, disregarding her
gesture of refusal. "Otherwise we shall
not feel that we have a right to keep the
dog" he said. "And we will keep him;
he shall never annoy you again, believe
me-" He bowed to her respectfully a
we three went out, closing the door be-
hind us, for she never moved from her
knees beside the cradle.
nc 4 IL, NNUsFa ia hot faNN
meant the moment we were out Of ear
shot, and l am afraid was not in
very amiable mood during the walk
| home, because he would not answer.
/ The next day, however, he told me, for
| the next day he went back to the flower
| pot of a house and found the little dress
| maker had lost herself to Dash again.
"And had been hoping you would be
here making your gowns, Kitty he
said ruefully. THAT was the reason
thought | had better not tell you her
story until You had got interested in
the poor, young thing. But she has van
ished without a clew, and Do you
remember Cousin Kutharine's writing TO
me here to look out for her house last
summer, while you were all out of town.
u remember mammals being worried
at hearing Of so many burglaries in town
of empty houses
"PTecisely. There was a gang, 1t was
believed. AT any rate one Of the bur-
glars was traced to his home by means Of
his dog. lie was not taken without OBJ
stinate resistance. He had got bad
wound, aud | was called in as the near
est doctor to stop the flow of blood be-
fore he could be removed. He had a
pretty little house, pretty little wife
of his own, who, with her baby Of few
weeks in her arms, shrank stricken with
shame and horror in the farthest corner
of the room.
at seems she had never SO much as
dreamed of her husbands business,
which took him so often away from her
at night. She appeared to shrink away
from him as if he were an absolute
stranger to her, as if he could not be the
man she had known. What she might
have done further don't know, for the
fellow died of his wound He tore the
bandage off on the first opportunity and
Just bled his life away. People were in
terested in the poor young woman, and
she would not have lacked kindness, but
then, as now, she disappeared.
There was rumor that she was a
shoplifter, so many incongruous things
were found stored away in the little
house. But believe myself the Artful
Dodger was responsible, He must have
been trained unbellnown to her by that
Fagin of husband of hers. Now what
are we to do about your kleptomaniac,
Kitty"
l put my hand under the Artful
Dodgers chin and turned up his face,
with its brown, innocent eyes.
Glove me, love my dog" l said
again.
This time / had the right to say it.
The right had been mine since yesterday.
Marion Reeves in Philadelphia Times,
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