The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1911-04-21
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MIR. Wentworth's Dog
By DONALD ALLEN


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ut least one struck the girl In the
hand and assisted her materially to
scream out. Dog and fox wrangled
away into the pines together, and the
partridge hunter stepped forward and
exclaimed:
Heavens above. but I've killed a
GIRL"
mo, you haven't!" was the reply
as Miss Ethel arose ana held out her
bleeding hand. mo. you haven't
killed me, but it isn't Jour fault. You
meant to do it,"
my dear Miss. Miss
"Oh, you needn't make any ex.
cuses! How can you say you didn't
see me before you fired? OF course,
you saw mel"
But didn't-believe me, didn't!
I'm sorry, ycu know! I never can
forgive myself. Here-let me bind
your hand with my handkerchief. All,
the shot did not penetrate! It struck
| and glanced of. The scratch will be
we'll in week."
1T may, or blood poison may set
In. never saw such a piece Of care
lessness. Why didn't you look to see
If was here before you fired? Why.
you might have fred all the shot into
my facet"
But you see, my dear Miss
Miss" he replied as he was busy
rendering first aid, "how did l know
I that there was a girl in this cave? /
didn't even know there was a cave.
I didn't know there was fox In the
cave. l ought to have knOwn-yes,
I ought to have known, but didn't
you see, and beg to assure you that
the wound is only slight one"
But l say you might have killed a
girl"
Eyes, yes, but didn't, and / can
never be grateful enough. Do you feel
weak and dizzy, Miss-Miss-"
and that dog of yours" she said.
without needing his questionable
must be an idiot of a dog!"
HE is-he surely is"
He ought to have waited till the
fox got out of the cave"
Il know-I know, and I'll speak to
him about it. That is, I'll give him
thrashing. Yes, he should have In
vfted the fox to come out. You be-
l1eve me when I say regret the in
c1dent, don't you?"
"Why-why, I suppose do, and I
hope it will be a great moral lesson
to you"
i, 1T will-it surely WILL
Then, If your gun is unloaded, and
your dog can behave himself, you may
walk to the highway with me. I do
feel bit weak, and I don't care tc
faint away here"
Heaven forbid! Miss Miss
my name is Hugh Wentworth, of Ths
Poplars. II you fepl faintness com
ing on, will look tor some water"
Il think possibly I can get home, n
was the reply, as the girl turned away
her head to smile.
AS a matter Of gact, after the first
shock she had enjoyed the situation
Never In all her nineteen years be
fore had she had chance to sass
a good-looking voting man. He had
given his name, *nd of course was
dying to get hers, aut she wasn't CIV
ing in. As they reached the high
way she said:
Il think I can get home from here
as you are kind enough to say that
l am not mortally wounded"
, But, no, no, no! ! could never for
; give myself. Here comes the dog aft
!, er US. Shall load tie gun and shoot
|. him."
> Don't put all the blame on the
Y poor dog. He didn't have the gum
II see-I see. Dear me, l shall new
! er shoot another girl in all my life!'
This was said in such lonesome
. tones and the young man seemed SC
/ crushed to earth that Miss Ethel coult
/ restrain her mirth no longer.
! In reply to her peal of laughter Mr.
Wentworth halted. and cast a quicl
glance at her and then exclaimed:
i you have forgiven me! shall
walk home with you! You will give
I me your name!"
t And she walked and he walked ant
}, the dog walked. Yes, *hey all walked
t to The Willows, and the young mar
q and his dog were invited in and tn.
i ! immortal wounl redressed. Aftel
o that Well. shing3 are getting
: along so nicely that there are occa
}. sions when Mr.. Blaine is heard Il
p sigh and exclaira:
'How am to get along after Ethe
t leaves mel"
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