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Chapter NumberXVI
Chapter TitleHEBE-FAITHFUL-DE WEBT-DE WERT ESCAPES FROM FAITHFUL BY THE SKIN OF HIS TEETH -HEBE SHOWS CHARACTER-P
Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article62145066
Full Date1884-10-04
Page Number6
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Word Count1500
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Newspaper TitleClarence and Richmond Examiner and New England Advertiser (Grafton, NSW : 1859 - 1889)
Trove TitleJohn Brown and His Dog Faithful
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CHAPTER XVI.

HEBE - FAITHFUL- DE WEBT-DE WEBT ESCAPES

FBOM FAITHFUL BY THE SKIM OF HIS TEETH -HEBE SHOWS CHABACTEH-PAT THE POLICE- MAN-DE WEBT UNMASKS LYNDHUBHT TO ma FACE-A WARNING)-DE WEBT A MAN.

Hebe, oat of kind consideration of the principals of the sohool, was excused from attending lessons thu day before the anniversary of her father's death.

Faithful was her only companion, as she sat in her room rcadiug hoi mother's letters ; the old dog seemed to euter into her grief by his looks. During the time he had been in tho orphan's care, ho was on his best behaviour ; but to Hebe was his special love shown, even at school. He remained by her side, quiet and docile os a lamb. Several times he at- tempted to leave the house os if he considered it was time his mutter should be seen to.

On this Thursday, in tho evening, tho orphan sit with the Misses-, in their private sitting room ¡ the Newfoundland lying at her feet as usual. Tlie kind principals know Hebe's sorrow, and did all they could to comfort her. At times Faithful acted in a very restless manner-raised his head, anil sniffed the air ; roso, and walked to the door of thc room. The brunette concluded the animal was out of sorts about his owner. On thc ladles sat, for the child's sake, icoling tho girl should not be alono.

The cockcoo clock struck tho hour of twelve-mid- night ; still tho three moved not ; on» was busy Ailing in reports ; the other conversing with Hebe. Tick, tick, went the clock at each swing of tho pendu- lum ; thu coo bird caine out of the dock, and warned the quarter to one.

Tho old dog rose, looked at Hebe, and walked to tho door, smelling, sniffing ; thou scratching at the closed door,

" No," said Hebe, rising, "you must not go j your raastor will come for you hy and bye," and gently lod ¿ho dog back to her chair.

One o'clock struck,

Thou thc lady scribe commonood to gathor up hor reports that were scattered ovor tho table ; tho work basket was put ou one side. Then the three ladies knelt in prayer. When they rose from tholr knees, Faithful was standing by the closed door. Each lady caressed their young friend fondly, cooing liko doves, to comfort the young and tender heart.

Hobo, accompanied by Faithful, left tho sitting room for her own chamber ; tho principals doing the same. (Their chambers wore in opposite directions.)

The Newfoundland trotted on before Hobo down tho long corridor, or passage way, and stopped at the girl's bedroom door, sniffing.

Hebe placed tho key in the look, and opened. Faithful's paws wore on the door at the time, and with a bound he flew past hor, to her surprise. The next thing she saw, to hor aftonishmont, was tho faithful animal springing through the window opposite the door.

liebe, tho' a ohlld, was no coward.

Through the window she went, and sprang to thu ground. It was tho work of an Instant, Far up the long yard sho saw a man running, and the next instant the dog was on his back and kneoked tho mau down. There was a struggle before she could reaoh tho spot. Tho man was on his foot again, and r.in. Again the dog threw tho runaway on his face. Hobo ran on. Again tho man was on his foot, off again, and tho pursuer at his heels ; again tho New- foundland sprang on him, near the high fence. Over and over tho pursued and pursuer rolled ; it appeared . struggle for life und doath. Curses broke from the man's lips. Again he was on his feet, and with a bound sprang to the fenoo, and mounted ; Faithful's herculean fore feet tearing efl ona of the man's boots as he scaled the fenoe.

The man was gono, .

Tho noble dog jumped again and again, but tho wall was too high j then ran along the foot of the

fenoe. .

Hobe did almost what John Brown dare not do ; sho placed her two littlo arms around tho Newfound- land's neok. Tho dog tried to liok har face, but the muzzle provented him, Then the ohild ' sank down on hor knoes, with her arms still around the dog's neok, and wept-wept silent tears-the anniversary of her fathor's doath. AB tho tears flowod, sho thought of tho littlo cottage, tho room of death, her watching by the death-bed alone-all, all passed boforo hor mind. Faithful moved not, but plaoed IIÍB noso close to har face, and tried to lick tho tears

away.

How long Hobe remained in silent grief was novor known. Sho roso from her knees, holding Faithful by his long hair ; ho really the guide, Bho tho obedient ohild. He lad har, and stopped. There at hot foot was her escritoire; Tho poor orphan trembled in every limb when Bho saw it, and again she wept on tho old dog's neok.

lt ano prayed tor tnac nomo animai mon, wno can

blamo hor,?: Not tho Mighty, Being who thought of tho helpless babes and animals in Nineveh, in the memorable words, " Should I not sparo Ninevoh, that great oity, wherein are more than six score thousand poisons that cannot discern botween their right hand and their loft, and alua mitolt vattlu."

Yes, she. prayed, as the bright stars in thc firmamont looked down upon her ; prayed, whilo the cold morn- ing dow. foll ; prayed on the cold plat of grass, for and, in, thankfulness for her protector. Then hor mind and thoughts surged baok to hor uncle. Was ho tho man, who had csoapod? Would rub heron tho anniversary of her fathers death 1 As she won- dered she thanked God with all her heart that tho muzzle was on tho dog ; that sho had not removed it. Her custom was to unmuzzle him immediately sho closed her bedroom door for the night. Thanks went up that her uncle's Ufo had boon spared. She know the nature of tho dog, that he would novcr forgot that night ; would hunt and track tho escaped man down. As sho thought of this, sho trembled trembled for the fate of her uncle, tho' ho was so vile ; but Hobo remembered, through all that uncle's wrong, ho was hor father's brother.

She rose again, and the dog lcd her a step or two and stood. At his feet sho found a bundle. Sho lifted it, and wondered. Then tho dog placed his noso to tho ground, and lod her on. Hobo stooped and felt about tho grass, and picked up a polnard.

Tho first time Faithful sprang on. tho man unex- pectedly, tho csoritoire ho fell on ; the bundlo, in tho fall, had been sent a few yards away, and the dagger had boon sont in the opposite direction, ero it could

bo used.

Tho dog thon lod her book to tho back door of tho hall. As the day was breaking, sho sat on tho stop, tho dog by her side. Then he plaaed his two paws in her lap, as if to rouso her. She secmod not to notioo tho Newfoundland,'for hor thoughts wero far faraway. .?'<?-?

Faithful roso, shaking his wiso hoad, us if to say, " This won't do," nnd sorutched and sorntohed on tho panel of . tho door till tho door was opened by a servant, and the two principals tho dog had roused.

There sat Hobo ; at har foot tho desk and bundlo, with the stiletto on tho top.

Poor Hobo had spent tho hour hor father diod alono with tho dog, under the canopy of heaven ; two years before she had spent the night at her father's dying bed-side. Now sho had Bpont it in tho yard-a yard of sorrow to hor ; a yard that oft had boen ono of joy, whoro horsilvory laugh had rung forth as she romped with tho other girls. The sceno had changed. Hobo's companions woro at rost, whilo sho-tho orphan child-was alono in tho yard in her sorrow.

Hobo was led in. Sho Bpoko not, ns hor frionds led her to a sofa. On to tho sofa tho old dog sprang, and whined. His plaintivo ory roused Hebe to hor senses -roused hor from hor kind of lothargy¡ and placing hor arm around tho old dog's neck, her toolings onco moro gavo vont in tears. Tho Missos spoke not, for thoy weU know thoso tears would relievo Hobo's mind. When tho orphan at last looked up, brushing back her long dark-hair from her faoo, tho senior sistor said, .?> > ?!

"My dear girl, your face'is out. How did you fall?"

"I don't think I foll," ropUod Hobo, feeling hor faoo,

TO BB CONTINUED, I