Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1893-12-01

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thing out of the ordinary Of Ma
lures handiwork
/ have heard her rave about his
ewes; they were the color Of coffee
berries, and moderately large, but the
expression. to my mind, was eminent
" sheepish. He was disgracefully
selfish, too and was under the impress
sion that his acquaintance could do
nothing better than attend to his
meals and accompany him in his
walks. He was also abominably in
quisitive and peculiarly clumsy.
And in spite of all this she loved
him-the most beautiful girl IN the
world loved him, and layished caresses
upon him that any man with eyes in
his head would have given kingdom
to receive.
His accomplishments were few. He
pretended to catch rabbits, and was
reputed "ratter' on the strength of
/ having once barked at q rat in a cage
the servants had, with much difficulty,
taught him a stupid trick of running
off with paper parcels in order to get
at the sweets or biscuits hidden in
side and an infinite amount of shout
ing, hallooing and waving Of arms
would occasionally induce him to
Jump over a walking stick held two
inches above the ground
ia short, he was most ordinary
bull terrier pup, with a pink nose,
surmounted by black spot like blot
of ink from pen.
Nevertheless, owe him a debt oi
gratitude for being the cause of my
first introduction to Ella Darlington
1t was on an August bank holiday
the one blazing holiday of damp and
dismal English summer. All the morn
ing ! had sought to avoid my kind
and at length, by 4 o'clock in the af
ternoon, l had discovered delightful
bracken-covered dell by the dry bee
Of a brook in Richmond Park, where
but for the distant shouts of the gay
and h'less cyclist, nothing disturbed
the pastoral beauty of the scene.
Here I stretched myself out, with
my arms under my head and my ha
tilted over my eyes, and fell to dream
ing, and to wondering when, il ever
!, bank clerk, at thousand year
should so distinguish myself by tn,
literary efforts which occupied all m,
spare time as to be wholly independ
ent of the bank, except as a place o
safety for my superAuous thousands
If only 1 could write a brillian
novel-the novel Of the season Bu
American authors have declared tina
the stories of the world have all beer
told, and the serial papers preferred
romances written by young ladies a
being more sentimental and soothing
and the libraries would have nothin!
to do with the work Of an unlnowl
man, and
A feminine shrek broke in upon m,
despondent musings, and the idea o
a lovely woman in distress brough
me to my feet.
She was lovely; of that there was n
possible doubt. Tall and slender
with light brown hair, and big, az
pealing, dark blue eyes, eyelashe
curving up, and red mouth droopin
downward dolefully.
She was angry, flushed and fright
ened, as was a small stumpy girl, eyi
IDENTIFY her maid, who accompanie
her. She clasped her gloved hand
imploringly, and looked at me wit
tears in her eyes.
"My dogl" she painted. ''My dog
Bull Pray save him. Some 'Arrie
are numbering him
Then she ran through the bracken
and l ran after her, to the spot wher
FIVE little East End roughs, and vii
lainous mongrel, with one ear bitter
through, we're wreaking vengeanc
upon a white bull terrier.
NV six feet of authority, armed wit
a stout stick, speedily dispersed tn
dogs assailants. They retreated
confusion, employing language s
bad as to be fortunately unintelligibl
to my damsel in distress, who was b