The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1865-03-11
'.IBlue Boy" Or the Letter. in the
Goblet.

and was generally, chill and disComposed.
About noon respectable but ugly dog,
of no breed whatever, was seen trotting
through the harrow, slushy streets IN the
neighbcrhood of Blackwell His journey
was clearly the result of design. Whatever
his end, it was plaiu that he did not lose sight
of that end for moment. He found it un-
comfortable, doubt, to be encrusted with
mud, and to be subjected to all the difficulties
of an animated pie attempting locomotion-
But neither discomfort nor difficulty could
check his steady, persistent trot towards the
East India Docks.
Possum felt himself wronged. Why had
they not let him come with the carriage to
see Blue Boy off? Why should he have
been driven TO the expedient Of slipping his
collar at the last moment-a dishonorable as
well as 4 difficult feat to accomplish? Did
not 'Possum take as lively an interest in Blue
Boy as any one? Did he not know as well
as any of the perpendicular animals could)
that Blue Boy was going tother side of
the round world, where his legs would be
sticking up this way; and that before he
conld get back, dogdays and sulphurous
water must come and 20 once at least =
Why, then, should he be excluded from the
;privilege of bidding Blue Boy goodbye?
As 'Possum trotted across the open space
which lies between the Blackwell railway
station and the river he raised his nose in
quiringly.
. Ocean Ripple" twelve hundred tons)
was being warped out of dock She was
necessarily close alongside the quay. The
seau.eu grouped upon The forecastlc could
talk to their weepin" friends ashore. Pos
sum stood close to the edge OF the quav. r.
gardless Of hawserS, from which he was in
some peril. Suddenly his tail begansto wag
fUriOuslv.
A gold-bound cap appeared above the bul-
warks. 4 sudden strong whistle was heard,
and pair oreves. staring widely. came in
view. Not that Blue Boy saw ANYTHING par
ticular, or felt inclined for music But had
he not stared and whistled. his throat might
burst. and certainly something shining and
unsailOrlike would have tvickled down his
cheeks.
An honest Saxon head that was. with is
fair hair, wide sweeping eyebrows, bold
prominent chin. aai clear daybrrak eve. \
handsome, impudent, funny old head. It
belonged to Blue Boy, mid,Lipman (mer-
chant service aged seventeen.
My stars = exclaimed the lad in bassOJu-
like tone. as he realized 'Pu-sIil. e Ard
what the dickens brings vau. old cLap?1
'Possum understood the question. and re-
piled to Il, IS It appeared 70 him, ',.ch clear
ness 1t took Blue B5v long. lowever. To-
understand the answer. \. las. he 81. =. I
know Come 70 see m oil. eh ? Good dog .
W" eoON oyt, ana 20 nome 1--we 70 the
Governor, and Whole lot oft 70 Etce Don't
forge rae, 'Possum. when I come back. -
And here Blue Boy abruptly Disappeared
'Possum obeyei. willing, though sad
. Heaven bless u: - he sad u himself. as Ac
logged home, ~ dogs have 1ur ..cl..-s.
although men iEn0sc them. That hJr now !.
Id do anything in tie world .1r him. Anl
vet whnt a life he has led me, tyiug .:ere
conceivable thing - me that was ca.cgiate4
10 alarm or irri;ace d1--t!lE. .ginc IN most
days into the pond though he knew / hated
water like cat-settius nae at harmless
kittens which It went agaiustmy stomach Tor
cOnsclence-the two are 'crauraD to inter
fere with. a liz dogs which It "aa impossible
for me TO i.ch Bat n" M st1eit true through
1t al and III st'eN 10 h,a- ! IS. We
have our feelings: we dogs IorEet h.m.-
Lets see!
]. was = long waT home but i3--"TI
knew the road "e.i- having trAF.l@t IL '"y
DAYS ago, when Blue Boy came down 10 looA
after his chest
Elite ie-i that HHy - j Her ''e;ITs had Decn
torn Out. Sne scarcely noticed PosSum :
return. although her eyes Were Watching him
as he crept round 20 the stable yard. looking
up at her muteiy, to deliver bis message.-
But she staret much Out To- nc window IN Il
vague genera way, th.nklu- Of her father g
ward. Blue boy, and Jt Ocean Ripple
twelve hundred tons) thinking. too. some
times, 1t ~a> but right that nature should be
holding damp pycAeI-hanterchIet OF fog to
her great blue eyes. this G"T OF sad pairing
and then growing hot and moist again about
her own pretty brown eyes.
Elite. though Only sixteen. was her wid-
ower-father's housekeerer. But it was not