Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1869-09-09
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''BeVis" "a Tale ofa Dog,

to start from Geneva. ! climbed
on the roof, and chose my place
next the driver; there was still a va.
cant seat, and the porter called
Monsieur Dermann!"
A tell young man, with a German
style Of countenance, advanced,
holding in bis arms large black
greyhound, which be vainly tried to
place on the roof.
"MOnsieur," said be, addressing
me, "Will you have the kindness to
take my dog7"
Bending over, | took hold Of the
animal and placed him on the straw
at my feet. Iobserved that be wore
handsome silver collar, on which
the following words were tastefully
engraved: "Bevis. I belong 10
Sir Arthur Burnley, given him by
Miss Clara" J" xfs
His owner was, therefore, an Eng
lishman, yet my fellow traveller, who
bad now taken bis place by my side,
was evidently either Swiss Or q
German, and his name was Derrman.
Triaing as was the mystery, it ex-
cited my curiosity, and after two or
three hours pleasant conversation
had established sort of intimacy
between us, | ventuIed 70 ask my
companion for an explanation.
''It does not surprise me, be an.
swered, "thAt this collar should puz-
zle you; and / have great pleasure
in telling you the story of its wear
er. Bevis belongs to me, but it is
mol many years since be owned an
other master whose name is on the
collar. You will see why he still
wears it. Here, Bevis speak 10
the gentleman"
The dog raised bis head, opened
his bright eyes, and, laying back bis
long ears, uttered a sound which
might we'll pass for salutation.
Mr.. Dermanu placed The snimal's
head ON bis knees and began to un-
fasten his collar.
Instantly Bevis drew back his
bead With a violent jerk, and dart
ed toward the luggage on the bind
part of the roof. There, growing
fiercely, be lay down, while bis mus
cIes we're stillened, and tis eyes glow
ing with fury.
"You see, monsieur, how deter.
mined be is to guard bis collar; /
should not like TO be the man who
would try to rob him OF it. Here
Bevis," said be, in a soft, caressing
tone, 81 won't touch it again, poor
fellow! Come and make friends"
The greyhound hesitated. still
growing. At length be returned
slewly towards bis master, and be-
gan to lick his hands; his muscles
gradually relaxed, and be trembled
like a leaf
"Fhere, boy, there" said Dir.
Dermann. caressing him. owe
won't do it again. Lie down now
and be quiet"
The dog nestled between bis mas
ter's feet, and went to sleep. My
traveller then turning towards
me, began;
Il am native of Suabir, but ]
live in little village Of the Sher-'
land, at the foot of the Grimsel. =
MY father keeps an inn for the recep.
tiOo OF travellers going to st. Goth
ard. About two years since there
arrived at our house one evening a
young Englishman, with a pale, sad
countenance; be travelled on foot,
and was followed by large greyhound
this Bevis, whom you see. He de-
clinsd taking any refreshments, and
asked to be shown to his sleeping.
room. We gave him one over the
common hall, where we we're all seat
ed around the fire. Presently We
heard him pacing rapidly up and
down; from time to time uttering
broken words addressed no doubt
to his dog, for the animal mOansd
occasionally, as If replying to, and
sympathizing with his master.
"At length we beard the English