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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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JOttN BBOWN: I

ANO I

HIS DOG- FAITHFUII j

LA.WBBNGB, CLtVEENCE BJVEB, N. S. W.

C&APTK& XXV.-OOHTIHUED.

" Tts," .daoalatad Aobate», when alone in his I room, "Te»,. »*«.» o'cVock to-morrow; ' mrth to

. ? .-* Our difficulty-Hebe and the A»7IM landlord ia imperative, the bod/ must be ¿amoved. Poor John Brown. Tet why should I use «hat antruthful expression-?poer, when a good man dies j is ha not better off? Tea, «em thousand times. Yet that wane than meaningless phrase. The diffi- culty will be Hebe and the doy, trat I wrote Miss B-to oome and persuade the darling Hebe to go for a walk at a quarter to three. Then comes the query, will Faithful go with her ? It is possible he will, if she makes the attempt. It must be done without. raising her suspioion. How the old dog ?hook his sagacious head to-day, when I introduced tlte Veterinary surgeon to him, so as to be able to say on the morrow to Hebe-the vet. BOTS the dog must betaken for a run. But master Faithful dropped down to our dodge, and sent the animal doctor to the fight-about. But they mmt be got away. It pains me sadly to hare recourse to suoh means to aecom Sltsh the end ; but we are in a grave, serious

Uenuna. But what will be the Bad, heartrending aoene when they return and find what has taken plaoe. They must tuit return. Faithful is to be matsled) put-irac will do it ; looked up in a room. Then he will die of grief, poor old dog. Fate wills it, . I will never return to this house : no, that I could not stand. At onoe to England, as soon as John Brown's affairs are settled. Ah, Hebe, and yes, for you Faithful, my heart bleeds."

- ' Next day at two o'clock Miss B--arrived. She found the fatherless Hebe looking very care-worn deep dark oiroles surrounding the eyes, that spoke of aléenles* nights and anxious days.

' Kind, motherly Miss B worked with Hebe with every adroitness and skill. Would her dear pupil go for a short walk-she had left her school

onpurpose,

: The' fatherless one was silent ; appeared to be reflecting, weighing every word spoken by her kind friend and teacher.

Hebe looked np after . a whilo, with her dry, tear- less, yet morbile eyes, and sighed a long deep sigh that audible respiration of grief that no pen oan dasoribe.

;., ".Come, dear girl, into tho park, and we will take the old dog too. ,

¡ Oar heroine turned her eyes to her canine friend, aa if appealing to that sage. He waa sitting looking nt his master's face.

The child laid her hand on his head, as a f urthor appeal ; but Faithful moved not, Ho hooded not hor touch,. but sat on with eyes fixed, and giving a subdued whine.

' ThU was enough, those fixed eyes and appeal went to the orphan's heart. So, tho' she felt the fresh air 'would do her good, she turned and spoke :

"Thanks, thanks; dear, dear Miss B-- ; I 'cannot, cannot go. Should dear Mr Brown. . . . No, r must not leave the house. Stay with me as long as you can please, and I shall be better."

' : Poor Achates tried his powers in a kindly manner, but it was fruitless. 1

They saw something must be dono at once, so left the fatherless with the dead.

In the next room they had an earnest aonf erenae, something to this effect :

" The poor, dear girl will go mad on that point."

"lam afraid so; it is quite a hallucination with her. Get her to go to her room with you to rest, and I will endeavour to muíale Faithful, and then re- move him. If we cannot get her to do this, we mutt remove both by main force. Oome quickly, the hearse will ba here in ten minutes."

Miss B-- returned alone, to ward off suspioion. . Misa B '? words were all in vain.

, ? Achates came in, but the orphan was immovable,

There sat the dog, watching his master, Hebe was |

sitting by his side, with one arm around his neck.

?.. At last they tried to remove her by gentle force.

? The bloodhound Newfoundland immediately turned

to spring-yea, did spring, for all his fierce blood was I : up, when fortunately for all, poor Hebe seized him by the silver collar-that silver collar-Hebe crying

out :

"I see all now. Tou were deceiving me; you would take mo away, that you might bury my guardian. Get out of the room for your lives ; I cannot hold the dog. (Faithful all the while drag ' ging her along in his mad, death-bent struggles. Go, leave the room for your lives, or I will let him go."

On,' on Faithful dragged her, tho' she appeared to have super-human strength given for the work. On, : on he went, lashing his tail in mad anger, Miss

B and Achates backing away down the long

' room.' ?:'

" For heaven's sake, go," Hebe oried, as tho dog dragged her down-dragged her along on her knees.

At last Miss B- and Aohates fled in terror, Achates pulling the door after him just as he saw Faithful free himself and bound to the door, leaving poor Hebe bleeding from the superhuman struggle

The orphan had done what even John Brown would not have dared to do.

How many illustrations have we of the fact that the most savage dog will permit a child to do what an adult dare not.

And Faithful showed it, for he quiokly returned and stretched himself beside the prostrate and almost insensible orphan, Hoking her hands, and showing by every sign sorrow and sympathy.

Poor Hebe's fingers were out to the very bone by the silver collar-that silver collar her own uncle s wrong-doing to John Brown had earned tho dog.

After a time she sat up, and placed her arms around the old dog's neck, as she had done years before-as she had done the very first morning Faithful and she had met ; when BOB had played with tho old dog as a little child, in that very same hotel she no w was in ; the day she was in sorrow for the death of her father ; the day the old dog saved her life ; tho day John Brown held out his strong arms under the balcony, and caught her as the old dog sprang at his master's bidding, holding her in his great mouth.

As Hebe sat alone in that chamber of death, John Brown' the once strong one, laid low. I say as she sat there on the floor, that other day of death came to her mind in all its sorrows ; and as she looked around the room, she felt she was again in tho presence of Borrow. There sho sat on the floor, as sho had sat on the verandah floor. Sho felt sho was a mere child ance more-the little Hobo wo first met, reader-tho bright-eyed child.

That day when the old dog loft hiB master's sido Xor tho littloone-from that day thoy had boon hard

and fast friends.

Hobo sat on thinking. Tears cams to hor eyes, coursing down her pale checks os she thought of ali -of tho sombra room in the weather boarded cottage containing her father's dead body ; of tho darkened room she now sat in, containing tho body of her dearly loved guardian. That lither day the dog hod saved her life ; this day tho had been instrumental in sav- ing the lives of two she dearly was attached to. That day she mourned as a child ; this day sho was called upon to act os a woman. AB Hobe had, OB it were, two natures,-the child-nature and tho full-grown woman-so the two day scenes were to an oxtent the sorrowing child and the womanly firmness.

Two days were a type of Hebe.

How long Hebe would have sat on thinking it is

hard to say, had not Faithful made a move with a | whine, and started off towards his master's bed.

Hebe first looked the door of the room, then fol- lowed the Newfoundland with trembling steps.

" We are done for " said Aohates, when they found thtm selves outside of the room. Both were white os ghosts to the temples.

The hearse was sent away from boforo tho door of the hotel, In the houso the pooplo wera in a state of uproar and consternation. To think that a young lady,-a schoolgirl-was looked up alone with a corpse 1

" Break open the door," said one.

"Bend for the officers of tho law," cried another. " Bush the room," jerked out a third.

Achates was equal to the occasion, and soon |

shoved the would-be master outside of the room.

Up oame Lyndhurst, putting his command as fol-

lows !?'

" " I insist upon tho door being opened immediately,

and then weBiiallshootthatconfoundod bloodhound."

Aohates wheeled round upon him with eyes of firo, j Baying, "

" Yon insist ; you shoot the dog 1 Do you remem- ber losing a swag between Blackwood and Dayles ' ford? Do you know that dog tracked you to yonr camp? Do you know that ho carried that swag back to his master ? Do you remember what docu- ments belonging tb Mr. Brown wera found in that swag ? Leave the house, lest I publish to tho world

the whole doing- of Sinon Lyndhurst Handilip, the barruter, and take further steps to have you at onoe nader the thumb of-.

Lyndhurst quailed again, ooward that he was. A deadly whiteness spread over his face. Here waa the explanation of kow he lost his swag ; hate the solu- tion that hs had again and agaia pondered over. Never was he so hipped, root and branch. He saw disgrace-penal servitude-all the horrors of impri-

sonment.

Ont of the house he went, like a whipped oat-a our dog-a condemned villain. Out he went, with a .hiver running through his frame. When he leached the street, he ground his teeth, saying under his breath,

" Achates, as I live I will have my revenge some day for this."

One by one the people left Achates alone ; they saw his blood was up.

The landlord came upstairs to expostulate with him, and talked about sending for the police to foroe the door.

The language of the man was suoh-so offensive, that Achates' reply was,

" Hark my words, I will pay you fully for all your trouble, ¿to.; but no mau enters that room. If he does so, it shall be over my dead body. I care not to live ; my only friend is doad. I will die defending the child and the noble dog. Go sir, leave me alone. Attend to Hiss B-well. Leave me ; you know my deoision."

Achates at onoe returned to the door of the cham- ber of death, and gave a gentle knock.

Hebe at once rose and went to tho door, and with- out opening it, said,

" Who is there I"

"I, Aohates, dear Hobo?"

" I will not open the door, so go away and leavo me. You, Mr Aohates, would-yea, did deceive mo."

" I will not ask to come in if you will it so. No one shall enter the room without your will ; I am determined of that. ' I will sit hore to protect you and the poor noble dog. Be at peaoe, dear Hebe. God help you. Remember, I shall sit hero, to be as near you as I can, and share your guardianship of the

friend of us both."

" Well, you may sit outside ; I have all I want in tho room.

Aohates sat him down, with a loaded six-chamber revolver in his right hand.

" Would that we were all dead-dead, and at rest as you, dear John Brown-at peaoe," he murmured,

os the hot tears fell on and on.

But let us draw a curtain over poor Aohate's thoughts and tears, for none should see a mau'« tears but God.

Inside the room, the old dog sat with that same intent, earnest gaze on his master's faoe that was broken when the attempt was being made to remove Hebe. It was suoh an earnest watch ; suoh a deep, earnest look. Nothing seemed to attract his atten- tion, or break the spell of that gase. The old dog appeared to be watching as if his master were but ?looping, and he watohing for the first sign of «wuk

"5io ftjbd of any kind had tho old dog taken sinoo

the day all had declared his master dead. He would lap a little water, wheu held in a bowl by tho hand of Hebe.

She offered him water now, but no heed did he take, exoepting by a slight movement of his fine tail, as if in thankfulness of her thoughtfulness, .''

The poor heart broken patient Hebe sat by the old dog's side, with one arm around his nook, resting her head against him.

Still the old dog moved not, nor did the orphan thu two watohing the sleeping dead, Oh I the still- ness of that room-the stillness of those watohing hours that afternoon.

The eos was Bearing (he horizon-about the time all would have been returning/><>». the funeral, had not Hebe and Faithful prevented it.

Hebe rose a moment, to see that tho lamp and matches wore all ready for use. Sho raised the blind to see the setting sun go down. Still tho old dog stirred not ; not a muscle of his fine frame moved. His eyes seemed fixed in his head on the gastly face

of his master.

As Hebe raisod tho blind, the beautiful crimson sun shot its rays of light ere it dipped or disappeared below the horozon, brightening up the whole death room with its refulgent rays, giving a flood of light shining, brilliant, brightness, refulgency, that ushers in the morn after a long, dark, dark night, remind- ing one of tho time when God said, " Jmt thora tw light." ;

The old dog gave a quick succession of barks almost at the moment.

Hebe turned quickly at tho sound, and with one loud scream that rent the air, vibrating through every room of the house, fell fainting at tho old dog's Bide.

Aohates in an instant forood tho door to see.

Oh, joy I Oh, joy I The hand of his nobla friend John Brown on the old faithful dog's head ; resting I as on that day when all declared his master dead

resting as if it never had been removed-resting on that noble animal-tho' hat a dog-that never doubted, never questioned his master's awaking-rested on that head that proved its wisdom beyond human ken.

Fitting it should bo so ; fitting tho first recognition of the master, when waking from bis oomatose s tuto,

should be of his noblo, faithful, true, patient oanino

friend.

Even Hebe, the loving, heart broken, patient, suffering one, would not havo hod it otherwise. No, the old dog was hor teacher-he tho instrument in the hands of a higher power, that first gavo her faith that her loving guardian was not dead ; he, tho old dog, that first day and night buoyed her up in face ot all opposition ; he had not only led her step by step, hour by hour, but had brought her to the goal, Ho had not saved her life for nothing ; he had not brought her from Montague House without a pur- pose. . *

The old dog knew her better than «ho know herself j that in her ho would have a faithful ally.

There was light and joy in that room. An ante type-(I speak in all deep revcronoo)-an antotypc

of tho resurrection mora. ' ' ' . ¡

The lifeless Hobe (to all appearance) was carried out of tho room by Miss B., the poor old dog walking after Iiis ehild companion oe if his task was not yet done. She had been his faithful ally day and night, and now in her hour of need he would provo her friend. So ho loft his master's side-as ho had done once before in her hour of danger-and followed into the next room. He watched them lay the ohild woman on a sofa, and sat him down to Bee what they

would do.

As they bathed hor temples, he rose and Hoked that deeply-wounded hand, out by his silver collar in his hard and groat struggle to have revengo on thoso that would, as he thought, injuro hor.

i The old dog nover loft hor side, or Bhowed any im Sationco, till ho saw Miss B.'s oflorts brought our

car horoino out of hor faint. Then tho old dog walked away back to his master's room. Thon, placing his two groat foro foot on tho bedside, licked his mastor's face ; thon strctahod himself by tile bed- stead, as if satisfied with what he had done.