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THE SUNNY SOUTH. ATLANTA, GEORGIA SEPTEMBER 23 1393.
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NIG.’
0 X’T be afraid, sir. You
vrij] not miss the train.
^,^3) j' V6 taken travellers to
the train for five years
an ,l I have never made
them mips the train. Do
your hear, sir?” Nev
er!”
“However—”
“Oh I don’t look at your
watch. There is one
thing that you don’t
know, which you ought
to know, but which your
watch will not tell you.
Thatifl that the train is always fifteen
I never knew it to be on
‘fiut it was one of those rare days when
tie train was exactly on time, and I was
‘tnowhad to wait three long hours in a
, ir village in one of the Can-
S'of Switzerland. It was hemmed
n hv two dismal-looking mountains, the
‘ p/of which were covered with snow.
*How whs I to pass these hours? I in-
-SJd the help of the bystanders. There
was another general response: .
■To and see the whirlpool. There is
nothing to equal it in the country.”
And where was the whirlpool?
hit non the mountain to the right, about
half way up-but the road is very bad.”
lhev advised me to take a guide, and
there below in that little white cottage
w j t ( J the green blinds, 1 could find the best
jfiiiija in the country; an honest man,
Father Simon.
I went and knocked on the door of the
cottage. An old woman came and opened
it.
Father Simon?’
“It is his house—but is it to go to the
whirlpool? ’
“YesI it is to go there.”
“Ah, well! Father Simon has already
been there this morning He is tired, and
does not wish to go again—but don’t he
alarmed. There is some one to take his
place. There is Nig.
“Send for Nig.”
“hut you must know beforehand Nig is
not a person.”
“Not a person?”
"No, it is our dog. He will show you
very well—as well as my man. He is used
to it."
“How used to it?”
“You see that, for years and years,
Father Simon has taken Nig with him, so
lie has learned all the roads and now he
can make tiie trips alone. He has often
taken travelers, ana we have always been
■ luplituentecl by them. As for his intel
ligence, have no fear. He has as much as
you or I.”
“But is it not necessary to speak?”
“11 it were to show you the monuments,
yes, lor then it would be necessary to give
you the history and the dates, but this
time there is nothing to see but the beau
ties of nature. Take Nig. Besides, it
will he cheeper. It is three francs for my
niau; with Nig it is but thiity sous, and
Nig will show you as much for thirty sous
as my man win for three francs.”
"Very well; where is Nig?”
“He in asleep by the lire. He has al
ready taken some people this morning to
the whirlpool. Shall I call him?”
“Yes, call him.”
"NigI Nig!”
Became, with a bound, through the
window. He was a homely enough little
black animal, llis long hair was curly
and twisted into knots. He did not look
like very much on the outside, but he car
ried himself with a certain air of gravity,
of decision and ot importance. He im
mediately looked me over closely, pre
cisely ; casting his eyes from my head to
my feet, with an air that said very plainly,
u is a traveller, and he wishes to go to
the whirlpool.”
To lose one train was enough for one
day, and 1 did not care to expose myself
to that misfortune a second time, so I ex
plained to this honest woman tnat I had
Pat three hours to makefile trip
01 '/ I know that perfectly well. You
can take the train at four o’clock. Do
, ° l f£ Hr < Nig will briug you back in time.
Nl “ my boy,—all ready 1”
ut Nig did not appear to be at all dis-
l > sed to start. He remained immovable,
a clung kis mistress with apparent
anxiety.
Ah! lam so foolish!” said the old
1 had forgotten the sugar.”
. ,_ w . ent au d brought four pieces of
to me ,r ° m closet and gave them
YoiffV.^ 1 ' 8 ‘ s w hy he would not start.
Sit D °i W Rot t}ie pieces of suaar.
V >l .?’ , tht< gentlemau has the sugar.
To 1;, ' ' boy. To the whirlpool 1
SheLnJSl'iP 0011 whirlpooll”
loa worf., speaking very
word * ni/ distinctly. Nig answered the
hisinVi ^fmistrcM with little nods oi
a sh l d ’, whlch Thck
v/'Vf impatience,
1 know. Tne a.
m head, which quickened at the last with
as if to say, “Yes!
tll „,,, • -ne gentleman has some
Pieces o f ,u g A1 . i and go tothewhirl _
a nilm -i UU n o r , 8taui1 - T>o you take me for
hear i'i/ U /• antl without waiting to
Madsn^ t ^ lrd "To the whirlpool” of
1 U8 himan, Nig turned on
to ,, *’ CatUti And raised bis face
inematf a look as show-
neriini T Wl h a nd said as well as it is
permitted to a dog to speak.
1 8 Oom«, youl”
down 1^ ilU °hediently. We weut
tVrt w „_f r , oad ’ he ahead aud I behind,
la^e o °haged to cr^ssthe entire vil-
tho roao run children who were playing in
x- C ’* m * ed my guide
1 re, Nigt Good-day. Nig!”
he tuni "l 19 u heJ . play tue dog, but
di8dam~th/ Ay ^ eati with an air of
to amuse 1/ aiI i/ 0f 4 dog who had no time
make 0! mu8oU -° f a dog who had to
earning thirty
other; 1 U children said to the
man to^tlie 18 ta h’ng that genrle-
tcr l ° * whirlpool. Good-day, Mis-
liim. 5 ; 6 r68t * 11 lao *hed and repeated after
”dood-da y , Mister i” 1 8miled
antly. I felt embarrassed—even a
little humiliated. I was, in fact, dominat
ed by this animal. He was, for the time
being, my master. He knew where he
went, and I did not. I was anxious to
get out of the village, to find myself alone
with him and face to face with the beau
ties of .Nature.
The beauties of Nature, so far, were a
frightful road, dusty and burning under a
leaden sun. Tne dog traveled on with a
quick step that tired me to keep up with
him I tried to moderate his ardor.
“Nig! my boy, not so fast.”
Nig dropped his ears, evidently not
wishing to hear his fellow-traveler, and
when I attempted to seat myself by the
side of a tree, he exhibited signs of impa
tience. He barked in a little sharp voice,
and looked at me in a very ferocious way.
Evidently it was not the proper thing to
stop theie. Nig pawed the ground so
sharply and vigorously that I arose to fol
low him. He instantly became quiet and
began to trot gayly ahead of me. I un
derstood him, and he was contented.
Some minutes afterward we came to a
beautiful pathway, flowery, shady,
full of the perfume of roses and
filled with the murmur of the springs.
Nig had already entered the wood, and
had disappeared at a gallop- I followed
him, a little out of breath. I had not gone
a doz u paces when I found Nig, who
waited for me, head in the air, and eyes
sparkling. Where he stopped was a gras
sy arbor, made musical by the song of a
rippling brook. There I saw an old bench,
and the eyes of Nig turned impatiently
from me to the bench. I had begun to un
derstand the language of dogs.
“Now,” said he to me, “Debold a place
to rest. It is pleasant here and cool. You
were foolish to wish to rest in the open
wood. IS ow sit down. I will permit you
to do so.”
I stopped and seated myself. I lighted
a cigar I made a motion to offer one to
Nig. Perhaps he smoked, but I thought
that he would prefer a morsel of sugar.
He caught it very adroitly and cracked it
with his great white teeta. Then he lay
down, and slept at my feet. He was evi
dently in the habit of taking a nap in this
lovely spot.
He slept about ten minutes. I had by
this time become accustomed, to the whole
thing. Nig had inspired me with perfect
confidence. I was resolved to obey him
blindly. He arose, caskoig his eyes from
s'de to side, wnich meant, “Let us start,
my friend;” and now behold us, like two
old comrades, traveling slowly along un
der the trees. The dog enjoyed the charm,
the silence and the beauty of the sur
roundings.
Before this, while we had been exposed
to the fierce sun, he had traveled with
quick, short steps, to escape the dust and
bueheat; but now, refreshed and rested,
he walked for the pleasure of walking
under the green shade of the trees.
A road now appeared toward the left; a
shore hesitation on the part of Nig. He
reflected. Then he passed on and con
tinued his route straight before him, but
not without a certain lack of confidence
in his manner, and now I see him stop.
Ah! he was almost cheated that time. He
is coming back, and now we take
the new road to the left. At
the end of a dozen paces he brings
me into a sort of circle, and then, with his
nose in the air, invites me to contemplate
a very respectable wall of rough rocks,
forming a rude amphitheatre. When Nig
bhoughu that 1 had inspected this place
enough, he made a right-about-face, and
we went back egain to the other road.
Nig had evidently forgotten to show me
tne Circle of Bocks, a light enough fault
in a dog, but which he had qaickiy recti
fied.
The route now became very steep, very
dangerous aud difficult. I advanced more
slowly and with infinite precautions. The
dog sprang lightly from rock to rock, but
he did not abandon me. He waited for
me, watching my steps carefully with the
most touching solicitude. At last I began
to hear a boiling and roaring noise. Nig
made a great demonstration.
"Courage!” said he. “Courage 1 We
have arrived. Now you will see the whirl
pool.”
It was indeed a whirlpool. Tne stream
was modest enough, and the falls equally
modest, but the water leaped from rock
to rock, crossing and recrossing, and
fell sparkling into a great basin of rock,
around the edge of which the water fumed
and whirled. I should never haye been
consoled for my laborious tramp by seeing
such an ordinary scene if it had not been
for my companion, the brave Nig, who
was to me much more interesting and re
markable than the whirlpool. On each
side of this stream was a little Swiss cha
let, or dairy, attended each by a little
Swiss maiden, one a brunette, the other a
blonde. Each was dressed in the national
costume, and was awaiting anxiously my
arrival.
It seemed to me that the blonde had the
prettier eyes, and I had taken three or
tour steps in that direction when Nig,
barking loudly and furiously, absolutely
prevented my advance in that direction.
Had he a preference for the little bru
nette? I changed my direction and all
went well. Tne dog, appeased as if by en
chantment, went ahead to a seat at the
table in front of the chalet of his young
friend. I a«ked tor a glas9 of milk. The
girl went into the house, and Nig followed
behind.
By a half-opened window I soon saw the
bright shining eyes of my dog. The little
wretch 1 He was being served before me!
It is he who is always first. I could see
him there now with his great basin of
milk.
After awhile he appeared with great
white globules of mils dripping from his
mustache, and condescended to wait for
me while I drank my fill. I gave him a
piece of sugar, and we both appeared to
be well satisfied with ourselves and witn
each other.
Nig began to show signs of anxiety. I
read now in his eyes as in a book. He
wished to start. I paid my bill and arose;
then I started for the road which had
brought us up the mountain. I saw that
Nig had gone aud planted himself square
ly at the entrance to another road He
cast upon me a serious look, even severe,
but I had ina 3e such progress during the
two hours that the eloquent silence of the
animal had become familiar to me.
“What sort of opiuion must yon have of
me?” said Nig. "Do you think I will
travel twice over the same road? No! No!
I am too good a guide for
that. I know my business. "We will re
turn by another route.”
We descended by this other road, which
was still prettier than the first. Nig was
very lively now, and often turned toward
me with a triumphant air. We recrossed
the village to the platform of the station,
and were met by three or four dogs who
wanted to gossip with my comrade, but
Nig growled and refused their advances.
“You see well enough what I have got
to do. ' I must conduct the gentleman to
the train.” It was only when I was in the
waiting-room that he would consent to
leave me, after having cracked gayly the
last two pieces of sugar, and this is how
I translated his parting glance:
"Now we are five minutes ahead of
time. It is not I who would let you miss
the train I wish you good-day sir! good
day! ”—Romance.
A TALE OF HORROR.
Enactment sf a Midnight Tragedy
That Haunted a Tipsy Man.
Black clouds were flitting across the sky
the hells in the village steeple had just
chimed the midnight hoar, when Simmes-
bauer wended his way home from the,
neighboring town, where he had indulged
in copious potations after selling his corn
at a fairly good price. To shorten the dis
tance, he struck across the fields, and was
not far from his native village, when sud
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a dark figure, with outstretched arms,
standing in front of him.
“Sakra! the fellow’s after my money,
but I'll let him see,” muttered our peas
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“Clear out this minute, or I’ll make short
work with you!”
No reply.
“ You won’t get out of the way ?” roared
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So saying he brought his stick down
heavily on the tall shiner that adorned
the stranger’s head; then he gripped him
around the waist, lifted him off his feet,
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motion at the feet of his assailant, who be
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state of affairs began to dawn upon him.
“Mercy 1 I’ve killed the man!” he at
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were on his track. Once more he took
his way across tbe fields, and after pro
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cherry tree under which the deed had
been perpetrated.
“Ha! tnere’s the hat,” he said; “what
an old piece of toggery, a relic of the last
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murdered man!”
S j saying, he stooped down to look at
him, but suddenly rose again to his feet,
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