TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
vegetables grow, Pat. Oh, Pat, we have arrived!” Patty murmured this in ecstatic undertones, and scarcely had she finished speaking when a shout burst from the lips of the hitherto silent Bateese.
“Jeem!” he called excitedly, “Par ici, Jeem. Come see Bateese.”
Pat pulled the horse up short and looked back just in time to see a great hulking form making hurriedly for the shelter of a barn.
“Jim!” he shouted frantically, “Oh, Jim.”
The retreating form broke into a run and was fast disappearing when the bridegroom hastily thrust the reins into his wife’s hands, leaped from the carriage, vaulted the fence and started in hot pursuit, his progress somewhat impeded by the damp, heavy soil. Before he had gone very far Jim had vanished into the recesses of the barn and Patty stood up the better to see what followed.
