|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 his elder brother.
"You find her?" Ted said, disgustedly end thrusting one little brown hand into the depths of his knick tr book era' pocket.
" You, why you're the selfishest, 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, lind me r"
" You shut up," said Masher 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, and looking all the time, so
" It seems like it," said Ted, scornfully, " and 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 ñnd her before you do, so there," and 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 houüds" tied in wild, helpless
terror before him.
" Tally-ho, tally-h-o, smell her out, old
Ted turned away in the greatest disgust, and walked slowly and thoughtfully back to the house. The tbree day» since Bobbie had gone had been the most miserable he had ever spent-the house seemed in end- less confusion, the poor little Doctor was nearly distracted and spent his time vibrat- ing between detectives* offices and the police station. The boys were all from school helping vainly in the search, yet it seemed an almost impossible thing in these enlightened days that a little girl should so mysteriously disap- pear. Frank went about making gloomy suggestions about kidnapping, and such pleasant things, quoting in- stances from his favorite books. He haunted a big, dark-looking pond that lay at the end of the road and beseeched his father to have it dragged.
*. But there's a fence round it, she couldn't have fallen in," said the doctor in
answer to this rea neat.
" No, but she might have been murdered and her dead body ¿ung in by the cowardly ruffians," returned the boy,darkly. "Why, I remember in * A Cut-throat's Adventures '
there was a-"
" Yes, yes," said the doctor, " yes, yes, my boy," and he picked up his hat and wandered outside again, leaving Frank to pour his morbid recollections into Bonnie's
On this particular day the two boys, Frank and Bonnie, were just setting out on a new expedition as Bobbie gained the thicket in safety, and heard the former's admonition to Suds concerning the fowls. The doctor had just come in, footsore and wearied out, mind and body, and was sitting pondering in the study and slowly sipping a cup of coffee Bertha bad thought- fully made. Dick joined him presently declaring himself " dead beat." lie seemed
to think that the farther afield he went the more chance he had of finding her, eo he scoured 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
" Trie 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," »aid the doctor, rousing up and rubbing his spectacles vigorously. " It is absurd to think of her being lost, a big girl, quite able to ppeak 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 thc use of the detective force I'd like tc
. Irn nm 1 "
Down in the paddock an exciting scene was being enacted. Wilder and wilder grew the terror among the bloodhounds," further end 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 wattfe shrubs grew less thickly. Like sheep the others followed pell mell through the opening, and the next instant the master of the hounds ar- rived panting and breathless, and, with a vigorous " Tally-ho ! smell her out, my boysl" plunged headlong after them.
*' Bobbie I" he ejaculated.
"Suds!" she fobbed; "O Suds! Suds! Suds!" and she flung her two tired little arms round the sturdy fiarure, and smothered the grimy little face with kisses and hot
*' Slobbered over me as if I was a baby,'1 he said afterward very disdainfully. During the operation, however, he stood remark- ably submissive, winked a stray tear away and returned the kisses with vigor.
The next speech was rather enigmatical but eminently like Suds.
** 1-I sav. Bobbie, where do fowls keej
their noseB ?"
«. No-o-o-oses, Suds?" paid Bobbie, in i quavering voice, and trying to wipe awa; a few tears, when she saw how quickly hi
mastered his emotions.
« Ye 3, noees," returned Suds very deci sirely, " 1 said I'd find you, my youuj lady, and I have found you, though yo did give me and my hounds a good chase you didn't calklate on us finding you, di you, foxie ; you didn't think fowls ha
noses, did von r''
u N-no, Suds," said Bobbie very meekly, and wondering vaguely what he meant.
'* Well, young lady"-(and here the fox hunter stuck bia small black paws into his pockets)-"well, young lady, I hope you were comfortable living here all this time. We've not been very comfortable I can tell you. Golly I"
This last elegant exclamation broke from his lips as small Alfie, wearying of the pebbles he had been making traîna of, suddenly rolled into view.
«. It's Alfred, Suds, dear, Alfred Wilkes, Mrs. Wilkes's little boy," said Bobbie very apologetically, and pulling the c ild to his feet-shall-shall we go to the house I I -I want to see Ted and the Doctor." Sharp-sigh ted Suds saw that the girl's big brown eyes were filling again rapidly with tears, and he stretched out his small hand
" Come on, Bobbie," he said, leading the way rut of the wattle clump-come on, Mrs. Wilkes's little boy, let's go and tell
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