unbearable, so that for lack of a better thought I threw something at him, and ordered him away. But oh, the feeling of horror that filled m& Why did I let my brother go away alone? Should I ever again see him alive? I might have known from the dog's actions that something dreadful was about to happen.
At length the hour for his return arrived, and there was John on his load. I took charge of the horses, vastly relieved, and with an air of assumed unconcern, asked, "All right?"
"Right," was the laconic answer.
Who now can say that there is nothing in omens.
And yet when, long afterward, I told this to one skilled in the occult, he looked grave, and said, "Bingo always turned to you in a crisis?"
"Yes."
"Then do not smile. It was you that were in danger that day; he stayed and saved your life, though you never knew from what."
