Los Angeles herald., 1909-09-05


uncovered at low tide.
"Oh. Scott!" cried Betty to her great
ST. Bernard dog, "you can carry me
to the island" Taking her slippers
and stockings in one hand, she jumped
on Scott's back and was carried to the
rock. which was quite large and
shady. where a great tree leaned out
from the land across the narrow chan
mel separating the rock from shore.
Betty fished for a while and then
grew tired Nora missed Betty, and
lust then an idea came to her. Bet
tvs hat was lying on the table, and
taking it up she held 1t to scott.
500 find Betty, Scott, good boy, go
find her" Scott wagged his tail and
started for the door.
Nora called James, the butler, and
they followed the dog. Already the
waves were coming in with terrible
roar.
When the searchers neared the cove
they saw something white fluttering
on the top of the rock.
Just then Nora saw Scott plunge into
the waves and swim toward the rock.
Finally the anxious watchers saw
him take the bit of white in his mouth
and swim toward shore. After what
seemed. hours the brave dog dropped
his senseless burden on the sand at
Noras feet.
For hours they worked over the child,
and when she opened her eyes it was
to see her mother bending over her.
She gave a happy sigh, and, turning
over, fell into a deep sleep.
The next evening Scott was reward
ed for his bravery by receiving a hand
some collar with plate on it, on which
was engraved his name, address and
the date of the rescue.
No signature.
Bobby was staying with her grand
mother in the country
One day she took rod and line and
ran off to fish. 1t was quite distance
to the river and Bobby was forced
to pause several times to rest.
When she reached the river she
climbed upon a large boulder and be-
gan to fish. AS Bobby was only 5
years old she did not know that the
hook had to have some bait on 1t and
could not understand why the fish
did not bite.
Presently she grew hungry and be-
gan to wish she had brought a lunch.
Suddenly she locke up and discovered
that the tree under which she was
sitting had some large red apples on
it. She reached up and succeeded in
picking an apple, but it was big and 1t
slipped out of her hand and fell into
the river.
Finally she gave up in despair and
slid off the rock. She lay down un-
der the tree and was soon fast asleep.
Her grandpa had been hunting for
her for a long time, and when he
found her she was still asleep. He
carried her gently home and her grand
ma put her to bed.
LOUISE HOOVER.
Age IA. Grade 9, o. S. high school.
1897 East Forty-eighth street.
Once upon a time there was a little
girl. Her name was Bertha She
lived at the beach. She liked to fish
very much.
Bertha's mother was afraid to let
her go fishing by herself, but her
mother had promised to let her go
fishing ON her birthday.
Bertha thought it would be grand
to catch some fish and have the fish
for supper. 1t became dark and Bertha
saw the tree back of her. She jumped
up on the rock and picked peach off
of the tree. Then Bertha took her
fishing pole and fish and started for
home. She had quite a way to go
before she reached home.
Her mother was very glad to see
Bertha, and they had the fish she had
caught for supper.
GERTRUDE RUSSELL.
Age 13 years. Sisters school.