The Carlisle independent., 1918-03-14

B the pup might hear you.
 You didn't whistle very loud the first time."
 Lucille whistled again with a consid- erably more audible result. We all listened
 There was faint whine and short, sharp, but distant bark. 1 presume that I was the most surprised person in the party.
 There she isr' Vida declared "I thought maybe she was up here."
 But that doesn't sound like Too ties" Lucille objected.
 Tt must be-" Bopp announced this masterpiece of logic. There isn't any other dog in the house, is there? Prob ably her voice sounds different far off"
 And probably she is penned in somewhere and frightened. That might make her sound different" An! Why did I have that idea. and why, having it, did not conceal it in one of the recesses of my brain instead of yoicing it to all?
 "Oh, my poor Tootles." Lucille be gan picturing her pet suffocating. Maybe she is dying or dead already"
 "Whistle again" directed the cap tain
 Lucille made several intellectual at tempts, but failed. T can't" she de clared. q have to cry"
 Let me call her," I interposed. "She knows me-"
 AS a boy l used to be able to make considerable racket by blowing on two fingers held at the proper angle in my mouth. I tried 1t with gratifying re suits. must have been heard on the mainland
 The reply was immediate-short, snappy barks, still long way off, but very reassuring as to vigor and de light.
 "She's right under us" Lucille cried.
 'No, over by the window, should say" argued Vida.
 Poor darling, she has forgotten how she got into the place. and she thinks some one is keeping her cooped up on purpose. Please, Monty, keep on whis- ting. She does recognize you. and she'll know that help is coming. We must take up the f1oor.'
 In her excitement and time of need she had turned to me and not to Bopp. I didn't know how Tootles, whom I had last seen dashing up the beach amid cloud of sand, could possibly have man. aged to get under the attic floor, but Lucille had called me Monty. and req son dismounted from her throne, and carnival was king. l whistled blithely, piercingly, joy fully, coaxingly, and whenever I paus- ed the barking rewarded me.
 "Tear up the floor,' Lucille ordered. eve can't let her stay there any long CT"
 Hadn't we better see if she won't come out by herself?" the captain ask ed tentatively. Tt seems a shame to tear up that there planking."
 Not for Tootles," Lucille replied. What do I care for an old attic floor when my Tootles is in danger? She shant stay there another minute if can help it." She tried to pry up board with her finger nails.
 Wait" requested. Let me do this scientifically
 I wrenched leg from an old arm chair which had already suffered the amputation of one of it's extremities and with that as a lever pried up one of the flooring boards at the ends which extended loose over the floor beams. As the plank came up amid cloud of dust Lucille gave me a look such as must have rewarded Launcelot from the grandstand after he ran curtain l pole through cast iron white hoop. | We assembled around the hole 1 had made. No Tootles in sight.
 Whistle" Lucille commanded me.
 obeyed.
 I Joyful barks, but nothing more.
 'Take up some more boards" Lucille might have been saying. Wait until you see the whites of their eyes" or Don't give up the ship"
 Hadn't we better wait?" Captain Perkins was an earnest advocate of the Fabian policy.
 "No."
 took up another board and yet an- l other, stopping to whistle each time.