Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-04-17
THE STORY OF ANNETTE.
CHAPTER vI.-(cOntinued.l


SLOW can you be so eowardly?" cry
Indignantly. "You told me you got the
bog-myrtle from that very place, and
would you see an animal die before your
eyesi I am going down there at all
events" and I began my perilous de-
scent.
1T is quite impossible to save the poor
beast" he continues, 81 would do any
thing practicable. Do let me help you,
YOU cannot get down there alone"
But I do not heed him and am wildly
scrambling down when to my delight
see Mohun running towards the twins as
fast as he can 60 along the lower path
with throb of thanksulness l seem to
realize that all viii be right now.
Evidently he has heard the scream of
the twins and is running to their help.
Just as he knew what to do in the
previous emergency when Chrissie was
hurt, so again he takes in the whole
situation at a glance. He disappears
from my sight for an instant and goes
towards the nursery of larehes, and
see him again dragging after him two
small sapling trees; the twins also fol-
low, bringing one between them.
By the time Capt. Ryves and / have
succeeded in reaching the bottom of the
precipitous path Mohun has got two
more trees, and has laid them all side by
side, one beyond the other, on the soft
surface of the bog. He then goes down
on his hands and knees, creeping gently
along, pushing log in front of him as
he advances. Capt. Ryves in the mean
time brings more logs in case they are
needed, and / am watching all in the
widest excitement
My poor little dog is nearly exhaust
ed when at last Mohun reaches him; his
two little front paws have been vainly
beating about to find something solid to
cling to, and in another few minutes he
would have been drowned.
Mohun drags the little fellow out of
the mud and then turns to crawl back
again. 1t is a dangerous task, and my
heart beats with fear and anxiety as |
watch him.
He reaches the brink in safety, and
then, the last log suddenly turning over,
he is precipitated right into the edge of
the bog. He il in no danger, AID quickly
extricates himself and stands on the
brink, wet to the skin and covered with
Shiny mud and dirt.
ooh, are you hurt?" l cry, clasping the
wee wet muddy doggie in my arms, re-
gardless of his sorry condition.
He laughs bright happy laugh
Not hurt in the least, but"-lowering
his voice so that only I can hear-"what
about our walk, mavourneen2 I shall
have to run home as fast as l can and
change these things, the water in that
bog is like ice, and | don't want to catch
cold Just now"
81 will run, too" say, and, nodding
goodbye to Capt. Ryves, who looks rath-
Ier crestfallen and leaving the twins to
go home, we set out together
The walk has a totally different end
ing from what expected, but / am none
the less happy. We reach home, two
dirty, disreputable objects, tired and out
of breath.
/ do not have a chance of speaking to
him alone again that evening, but as
SAY good might whisper
"Mohun, am proud of you"
He takes my hand and squeezes the
fingers in his firm grasp, looking at me
with an indescribably glad look in his
eyes.
THANK You, little Man," he says. "You
will let me call you Nan now?"
And / say "Yes," and run off with
Icrimson cheeks.