Under the lilacs

BEN'S RWb. 171ness Ben told the tale of his loss, for the thoughtwas never long out of his mind.of it" I tink I see droll dog like he, wa}* off in New York.He do leetle trick wid letter, and dance, and go on hehead, and many tings to make laugh," said the man,when he had listened to a list of Sanch's beauties andaccomplishments."Who had him?" asked Thorny, full of interest atonce."A man I not know. Cross fellow what beat himwhen he do letters bad."" Did he spell his name?" cried Ben, breathlessly." No;that for why man beat him. He name Generale,and he go spell Sancho all times, and ay whenwhipfall on him. Ha !yes that name true one ! ;notGenerale ? " and the man nodded, waved his hands,and showed his teeth, almost as much excited as theboys."It's Sanch ! let's go and get him now, right off! "cried Ben, in a fever to be gone." A hundred miles awa}*, and no clew but this man'8story? We must wait a little, Ben, and be sure beforewe set out," said Miss Celia, ready to do almost anything, but not so certain as the " bo}'s. What sort ofa dog was A it? large, curl}', white poodle, with aqueer tail?" she asked of Giacomo." No, Siguorina mia, he no curry, no wite ;he black,smooth dog, littel tail, small, so ;" and the man heldup one brown finger with a gesture which suggested ashort, wagging tail."There, you see how mistaken we were. Dogs areoften named Sancho, especially Spanish poodles ;for