Stella Rosevelt — page 291: what you’re looking at

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RESCUED FROM A HORRIBLE FATE. — 285 It is a pretty little creature, wearing a silver collar around his neck, and tiny blue bows tied in his ears.” “No,” Star answered; ‘‘I have seen no dog to-day.” ‘‘We are in search of it because we are afraid it has run mad,” the stranger continued, peering about with a troubled countenance. ‘‘It has not been well for several days, and this morning showed unmistakable signs of hydrophobia. It escaped confinement from the cottage, a mile or so from here, and ran toward these woods about an hour ago.” | They passed on, and Star thought it would be best for her to go back to her friends, and therefore turned to retrace her steps. She had only accomplished about half of the distance, when she heard a clear, musical laugh ring out from among the shrubbery on the right of the path. Thinking it must be some of her party, she stepped forward to warn them of their danger. She parted the branches with | her hands and looked through. What was her horror to see Josephine Richards sitting at the foot of a tree, her hat tossed upon the ground beside her, and holding in her lap the little mad dog against which she had just been warned. It was a beautiful little creature, and had evidently been made a pet and plaything. It had lovely brown eyes, looking out from beneath its shaggy brows; its coat was as white as snow, while around its neck there glistened the silver collar, and in its pretty ears were the tiny blue bows of which she had been told. Miss Richards evidently had just coaxed the little pet into her lap, and was playing with it without a suspicion of the ter- rible danger that she was in, while just for that moment it showed no signs of the madness which possessed it. Stars face was as white as her spotless dress as she took in <S' GO GComichboo