New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1896-09-20

,. ua r,vsterv All your jewels have pcen
J, u,y amt that's the robbery; James nao Nc
s sas,, burt nv the thieves and Mr.. WicKS mas
disappeared c,.a ont NJ her COM
Miss Cherryton was ru'heo '''
pIacency into saying: ,os ought not
This Is most unfortunate. James ou ,sher n" he
10 hewe gone There never was time whe'i ~ ~,
didn't bungle. but do trust hot'"'e
happened to Mr. Wicks' ,, .wbat q
~ hone not indeed" said Sylvia ma AZ
droadfui afternoon this has been! Cant we 90
something? Mr. Wicks may be bsre nd doing moth
inc she smoke impetuOusy ana gazeu dio"e VIZ
avenue of trees that led TO the mouse. "a her
Jack noticed all Sylyias move ,n,s, aromsed all
great anxiety for Mr.. Wickss safety arou5su IA
the hitter feelings he had experienced WIZ H..
Of NJ. Wickss coming. and there was sa jd''
shade Of codness In his voice Whe" ne naLe in
II am going to walk into town 10 n,a hall
ouiries and / hope goodness tnat we 3""'
find Mr. Wlcks safe and sound some ,S,n AGAINST
An this time Sylvia had been Iealins 49, tanL.
the door post with her hands peninu ne e-n'ard
b''t a. his moment she suddenly ran Forward
with a little cry Or JOY. ,., A., xy,cks
"Oh Mr. WIcks, my sweet Itue MI "''"''
you are safe after all! ,,,.,, . email
fox terrier walked beneath the tall trees to"dlu
the house; with head erect ne iooheu Al o'', ia
to side. but no sooner ava ne near - at,tmde
that weIl-known voice. than MS whoe att'uus
changed In the twinkling IF an eye. ms eaa
sank down fiat his little stump OF tal! %ass r,
frantcally; he gave one sharp n9 nostivey
and then New tO"drd o5Nia' anu
wrgged with gee ,oa,,, c,,.d
We'll. Mr. Wicks, here you are AT last. clisa
Sylvia. taking the puppy up IN ner aTi '5,n an
caresslng him. you've grown little thiilh'
che remarked thoughtfuy, and you are just as
beautiful as ever but dear Mr.. Wicks, now nld
you get here all alone without the carriase 49,,
And Mr. Wcks tried hard TO explain III ms
ou.n peculIar way all about his strange journey
Jack gave deep sigh Of relief. 50 THIS was
Mr.. Wicks. .,..,ou.,oaoo
that ali we said was true Isn't he handsome!
And he proves himself clever to have found nus
way herc'-and Sylvia looked up at JACK Win
large wide-open blue eyes.
You and my aunt will both be glad to hear
that | have been completely taken in, sald
Jack laughing; he was SO delighted 10 ma that
Mr. Wicks was not man that he felt pleased
With everybody and everything. and he con
tinued, Il think Mr. Wicks Is perfectly beauti-
full" .,-,., .o,s
Mr.. Wicks evidently saw that Jack was speak
ing Of him. and ne wrnked up his little nose. no
doubt to acknowledge the compliment 9n
Don't you admire his lovely dark eyes,?
asked Sylvia
VERY much indeed" was the reply; but Jack
was thinking that he infinitely preferred pIue. 49,
Have you beaten him, MISS bruce!
There was d slight twinkle in Jack eye
Beaten him? OF course not! have brought .sft
him up by kindness; when he's naughty talk
to him seriously and caress him
Lucky dog" thought Jack. and he did rot
again refer to the beatings
Then he hurried away toward the town to re-
port the robbery of his aunts jewels 10 the
police
The following day Mr.. Wicks was missing.
He had risen early before breakfast and had
been enjoying all by himself the delights Of
amateur poaching He never remembered
having such fun before; he had chased cats in
town but never rabbits; and now as he returned
home painting and with his tongue hanging out
he suddenly saw, just in front of him, little
brown things running among the grass-these
We're Jacks young pheasants
Mr. Wcks stood still with ears erect then
there-and there-and there and in a moment
six little corpses lay in the grass. and it was
at this juncture that Mr.. Wicks was discovered.
Jack looked sorrowfully at his dead pheasants,
that he had 50 carefully nurtured and fed upon
eggs and other luxuries. then wrathfuy at
their destroyer
come here" cried Jack, who was really
angry Come here sir"
Mr. Wicks rolled over on his back and looked
UP pathetically with his great brown eyes. This
attitude of penitence had always tC uohed Syl-
Was heart, but TO his horror it had no soften
ing effect upon Jack for he was seized by the
scruff of the neck and fogged-hogged until he
howled at THIS untoward treatment Sylvia
also in search for Mr. Wicks-heard his cries
and arrived on the scene just in time to see the
chastiSement
Mr. Cherryton-Mr. Cherryton! How dare
you?" she cried in a choking voice "Oh, my
sweet Mr.. Wicks, what have you been doing!
Then, turning to Jack. How could you beat
him? How could you be cruel? You should
have asked my leave frst'-and with the most
charming little pout imaginable she picked up
Mr. Wicks tucked him under he- arm and
walked sedately back to the house.
Jack followed humbly.
I'm most awfully sorry Miss Druce." he be-
gan.
Poor Mr. Wicls" said Sylvia. hardly noticing
the apology. Il could hear his cries mile off
A mile. Miss Druce?'
Mesquite a mile" maintained Sylvia, not
caring how much she exaggerated on Mr..
Wicks's behalf
Won't you allow me to carry him." asked
Jack He's not very light.
NO thank YOU" Sylvia answered, with very
decided tilt of her chin.
Then Jack turned away and went back to his
pheasants.
"The coming of Mr.. Wicks,' he said sadly. in
a voice that was full Of dependency. has been
a huge mistake. Sylvia hates me for beating
him and I--well, l am the most wretched OF
mortals."