The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-02-24
Our Daily Sbort Story

, that dog might have been behind him, in front, at his right hand or his left, for all he knew--there had been noth- ing about the sound of the voice to indicate his immediate whereabouts. Nor did Trent tarry in that particular spot to settle the point The nearest tree with the most accessible branches was the one thought, and this came mechanically with the sound of the ! growl. A hundred feet away stood a large tree, whose branches shaded half a thousand feet of soil, and one of the lower limbs could be easily reached.
 There was just light enough left to discover this, and Trent made wild dash for refuge. He caught the limb and dragged his feet clear of the ground just in time to save his ankle from the vicious snap of the beast which had leaped after him through the growing darkness and now loomed up as large as hippopotamus at the foot of the tree.
 And the space between Trent and the bull dog still seemed entirely too small. He reached out in search of an adjacent limb by which he might steady himself preparatory to climbing high CT among the branches and his hand came down upon a very tiny, warm, | pulsating little foot, encased in dainty oxford tie that was resting against the branch which Gilmore's hand had sought in the darkness. It was a mo- ment of the profoundest astonishment to Trent, and during his period of rig ! idity, the small foot was slowly and apologetically withdrawn from beneath his hand and now swung clear beneath | a 1.-the form which was seated on still | another adjacent limb. But Gilmore's ! eyes suddenly received a wonderful l power of penetration, and he could clearly outline the figure of Miss Dos key. though he could not see her face. | Catherine, I've found you" exclaim- | ed Trent, as soon as he could find 1 his voice.
 Tn most ridiculous situation, | Trent" her voice trembled, and lhbtle sob put a period to the sentence. well. I don't know about that-it may seem so to those who discover us | in the morning.
 | "Oh, you do not mean that we snail stay here all nightY'
 T hardly think the sentinel down there will relax his vigilance
 "I was so foolish to climb up here. But it looked so jolly among the 1 branches, and I just felt like climbing | and l never once thought of a dog"
 Well, it's lucky for me, anyhow"
 "How?'
 "Why, I have you now where there l isn't the ghost of a chance for you tC run away from me, while I am trying | to tell you how much l love you and how your promise to be my wife would mean a whole world of happiness tC l me-"
 "oh, Trent don't begin that nowI --I want to go back to the hotel"
 Do you, now? We'll, must con- fess I haven't the nerve to tackle thu dog, while you make your escape. never had much of the martyr about me you know"
 T don't see why the owner thinks it necessary to keep such monster to guard his apple trees. He must have a very piggish nature.
 No doubt But it served me a good turn thIs time" Trent climbed over and found a more comfortable place quite near to Miss Doskey.
 I Miffled growls continued to issue from the dogs throat at intervals, and these invariably brought a shudder tO both the occupants of the tree. But Trent sat there and talked like a ma chine. For once, Miss Doskey was out done and could only sit and listen. But this she soon discovered was not so very unpleasant, for the moon rose and threw
 it's light down through the trees. trac-
 ing many weird shadows upon the
 ground beneath them, and among these
 were their own shadows, which called
 forth mixture of weeping and laugh. ter from Catherine that necessitatet