|Newspaper Title||Illustrated Sydney News (NSW : 1853 - 1872)|
|Trove Title||A Girl Named Bobbie|
A Girl Named Bobbie.
" Somehow, I think i'll be the one to find her," Ted had said, but Suds was far from agreeing with him.
°«« I saw her last and I shall find her," he kept repeating constantly, to the great
irritation of bis elder brother.
«You find her?" Ted Baid, disgustedly, end thrusting one little brown hand into the depths of his h nick tr book era' pocket.
" You, why you're the seliishest, meanest boy I ever saw-you don't le .ve off playing for a minute. Do you expect Bobbie will come to you and say, here 1 am, rind mer"
" You shut up," said M as'er Suds, moro forcibly than politely, "I'm not playin' either, so there. I'm more anxioueer than you, or father, or anyone, and I'm looking, and looking, lind looking all the time, so
" It serms like it," said Ted, scornfully, 44 aud are the fowls looking, and looking, and looking too ?"
" Yes they are," was the unexpected answer, "they're looking as bardas they can-they're blood hounds, and Bobbie's the fox, and were hunting her, and we'll find her before you do, so there," sud Suds hitched up his stocking again, and began prancing about. "So no, tally-ho 1" he shouted, in his shrill young voice and the " blood hourjds" tied in wild, helplese
terror before him.
" Tally-ho, tally-h-o, smell her out, ole
Ted turned away in the greatest disgust and walked slowly and thoughtfully bael to the houBe. The tbree days since Bobbi« had gone had been the most miserable h< had ever spent-the house seemed in end less confusion, the poor little Doctor wa nearly distracted and spent his time vibrat ing between detectives' offices and tin police station. The boys were all frou school helping vainly in the search, yet i seemed an almost impossible thinj in these enlightened days that a littl girl should so mysteriously disap peaT. Frank went about makin gloomy suggestions about kidnapping and such pleasant things, quoting in
Btances from his favorite books. II
haunted a big, dark-looking pond that la at the end of the road and beseeched hi father to have it dragged.
44 But there's a fence round it, sh couldn't have fallen in," said the doctor i è answer to this request.
I 44 No, but she might have been murdere F and her dead body Hung in by the cowardl ' ruffians," returned the boy, darkly. 44 Wh;
I remember in 4 A Cut-throat's Adventures
there was a
44 Yes, yes," said the doctor,44 yes, ye my boy," and he picked up his hat an wandered outside again, leaving Frank pour his morbid recollections into Bonnie frightened ear.
On this particular day the two boj Frank aud Bonnie, were just setting out < a new expedition as Bobbie gained tl thicket in safety, and heard the formel admonition to Suds concerning the fowl The doctor had just come in, footsore ai wearied out, mind and body, and w sitting pondering in the study and slow sipping a cup of coffee Bertha had thougt fully made. Dick joined him present declaring himself 44 dead beat." He seem
to think that the farther afield he went the more chance he had of finding her, BO he Bcoured the country for miles around, rushed off to Bondi, Coogee, Botany-every place that occurred to him.
" It's a blue lookout-very blue," he said gloomily to-day, and his father sighed
" Toe advertisement may find her, folks won't detain her against her will," re- marked Bertha, who was standing with
arms akimbo in the door.
" Yes, the advertisement will find her," said the doctor, rousing up and rubbing his spectacles vigorously. " lt is absurd to think of ber being lost, a big girl, quite able to speak and take care of herself. It's absurd, absurd, I repeat," and he put on his glasses again, and quite glared at Dick over them, as if he were being contra- dicted ; " it's-it's monstrous--what's the use of the detective force I'd like to
Down in the paddock an exciting scene was being enacted. Wilder and wilder grew the terror among the bloodhounds," further and further they were driven, till at last one, emboldened by the crush of flut- tering creatures around her, gave a loud hoarse cackle, and dashed wildly at a place where the wattie shrubs grew lest thickly. Like sheep the others followed pell mell through the openinc, and thc next instant the master of the hounds ar- rived panting and breathless, and, with i vigorous " Tally-ho I smell her out, m] boysl" plunged headlong after them.
" Bobbie 1" he ejaculated.
"Suds!" sbe fobbed; "O Suds! Suds Suds!" and she flung her two tired littl arms round the sturdy fierure, and smotherei the grimy little face with kisses and ho
** Slobbered over me aa if I was a baby, he said afterward very disdainfully. Durin the operation, however, he stood re m arl ably submissive, winked a stray tearaway and returned the kisses with vigor.
The next speech was rather enigmática but eminently like Suds.
" 1-I sar. Bobbie, where do fowls kee
their noses ?"
" No-o-o-oses, Suds?" Paid Bobbie, in quavering voice, and trying to wipe aw« a few tears, when she saw how quickly 1
mastered his emotions.
" Yes», noees," returned Suds very dec sively, " 1 said I'd find you, my youi lady,and I have found you, though y< did give me and my hounds a good chas you didn't calklate on us finding you, cl you, foxie ; you didn't think fowls hi noses, did you ?''
" N-no, Suds," said Bobbie very meeki and wondering vaguely what he meant.
"Well, young lady"-(and here t fox hunter stuck his small blaok paws in his pockets)-"well, young lady, Ibo you were comfortable living here all tl time. We've not been very comfortable can tell you. Golly !"
This last elegant exclamation broke frc his lips as small Alfie, wearying of t pebbles he had been making trains suddenly rolled into view.
«. It's Alfred, Suds, dear, Alfred Wilk Mrs. Wilkes's little boy," said Bobbie v< apologetically, and pulling the c ild to ] feet-shall-sb all we go to the house !
-I want to see Ted and the Docto Sharp-sigh ted Suds saw that the girl's 1 brown eyes were filling again rapidly w tears, and he stretched out his small he
" Come on, Bobbie," he said, leading way nut of the wattle clump-come
Mrs. Wilkes's little boy, let's go and 1
(TO BE CONTINUED.)