The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1893-12-01
A WHITE RIVAL.
How a Bull Pup Came Near Spoil
ing a Romance.
Copyright. 1898. by the Author.1

never understand.
He was certainly big, and presuma-
bly, strong and muscular, but neither
in beauty nor in intelligence was he
anything out of the ordinary Of ma
ture's handiwOrf.
l have heard her rave about his eyes:
they We're the color of coffee b, -ries.
and moderately large, but the ex-
preston, To my mind, was emiuently
sheepish. He was disgracefullv ; fish.
too, and was under the impression that
his acquaintances could do nothing
better than attend TO his meals and ac-
company him in his walks lie was also
abominabiy inquisitive and pecu iariy
clumsy.
And in spite of all this, she lovei him
the most beautiful girl in the world
loved him, and lavished caresses upon
him that any man with eyes in his
head would have given a kingdom To
receive.
His accomplishments were few He
pretended to catch rabbits, and was
reputed ''ratter'' on the strength of
having once barLed at Il rat in a cage:
the servants had, with much difficulty.
taught him u stupid trick of running
OFF with paper parcels in order u get
ut the sweets or biscuits hidden inside:
and an infinite amount of shouting,
hallooing, and waving of arms would
occasionally induce him To jump over "A
walking stick held two inches above
the ground.
In short, he was a most ordinary
white bull terrier pup, with d pink
nose, surInounted by a black spot like
blot Of ink from pen.
gratitude for being the cause of my
nrsJ Introduction - Ella harrington.
1t was ON au August bank holiday
the one blazing hot day of damp and
dismal English summer. All the norm
ing had sought to avoid my kline, and
At length. 10y four o'clock in the lfter-
noon, l had discovered a delightful
brackcu-covercd dell by the dry II Of
a brook in Richmond park, wher-. but
for the distant shouts OF the gay and
hi IS cyc!ist, nothing disturbeu the
pastoral beauty Of the scene.
Here l stretched myself out, with my
arms under my head and my hat tilted
over my eyes, and fell to dreaming
and TO wondering when, if ever /, u
bank clerk at two hundred a year.
should so distinguish myself b the
literary efforts which wholly occ 5picd
all my spare time as to be wholly inde-
pendent OF the bank, except Is 4 place
OF safety for my supcrfiuous thousands.
If only | could write brilliant novel
the novel of the season, But : neri-
can authors had declared tnaI the
stories OF the world have all been told,
and the serial papers prcferrec ro-
mances written by young ladies as
being more sentimental and SCOT ming.
and the libraries would have nothing
TO do with the work of an unknown
man, and
a feminine Shrek broke in upon my
despondent musings, and the idea of a
lovely woman in distress brought me
to my feet
She was lovely; of that there was no
possible doubt. Tall and slender, with
light brown hair and big appealing,
dark blue eyes eyelashes curling up
wards aud red mouth dropping down
wards dolefully.
She was angry, flushed and fright
ened, as was a small, stumpy Cir evil
IDENTIFY her maid, who accompanied her
She clasped her gloved hands implor
ingly. and looked at me with tears in
her eyes
My dog" she painted. MY dog,
Bull Pray save him. Some 'Arries
are numbering him.
Then she ran through the bracllen
and l ran after her to the spot where
five little east-end roughs and 4 viii
lainous mongrel with one ear bitten
through were wrealling veng eance
upon white bull terrier.
Ny six feet OF authority, armed with
stout stick, speedily dispersed d the
dogs assailauts. They rctreated IL con-
fusion, employing language 50 bad as
10 be fortunately unintclliEiblc 20 my
damsel in distress, who was by this
time llnccling beside her prcciou5 dog,
hugging him effusively and trying To
wipe away the blood from an il rjured
leg.
The dog really had been n COOL deal
knocked about, although ! have no
doubt he richly deserved it; he now,
feeling himself an object of symp pIthet-
ic interest. sat down and refused to
move any further.
knew something about dogs, and
speedily bound up his paw with my
own handkerchief and that of his
mistress, which was simply marked
Ella
Our faces were very close together
over the dogs leg, and one of her tears
splashed on 10 the back of my hand.
Ella blushed, laughed and apologized-
! never saw a lovelier blush or heard
sweeter laugh in my life
Seeing that the beast was resolved
not To walk, | carried him. He was
tremendous weight, and fidgeted
abominably. But with Ella beside me,
and her sweet, white hand. from which
she had withdrawn the glove, con-
stantly stroking the brute's neck, trod
on enchanted ground. The maid
brought up the rear, giggling good
deal, but, as she constantly dragged be
hind To stare at soldiers, her presence
did not in any way hamper us
The accident took place near the
White Lodge, and we had to pa is out
by the Star and Garter gates. Lo ~ be-
fore we reached them L was ma " in
love with Ella, and had alrea, Y in
formed her that this was the ha ppiest
hour of my lie, when to my dis nay
learned that she was Miss Ella Barring
ton, eldest daughter of ''Barrington's
Starch" as we called him at the bank.
where he lodged portion of the wealth
he had acquired in the manufacture of
that commc dity.
'Barringtou's Starch" lived in a
brand new stucco palace he hao built
for himself. near Richmond Hill and,
although he was not exactly a ''Perkyn
Middlewicll." could never understand
how he could be the father of so re-
fined and lovely and fairy like being
as Ella
Before the gates of harrington hall,
as he called his brick and mortar mon
strosity, we paused We were +. lends,
dear old friends, by this time ! knew
that She was nineteen, and that she
loved nothing in the world so much as
her bull terrier pup, except her father