The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1876-05-03
cousin of our own Albert memorial,
the new opera-house.

! Ae"u6AOu uAANcA plOOcSO ttO M.
Lecocqs last opera, and stared with
blank amazement at the newest social
problem of NJ. Dumas problem on
the immediate solution of which the
existence of society evidently depend:
ed, while he and the majority of man.
kind had been completely ignorant of
It's exlstance. Mr.. Airey was bored,
but still ne would not yield. 1t is
strange, it we consider his fixed deter
mlnatlon, that he remembered the
Armsteads' number so clearly; yet
more strange, that on the eighth day
after their former meeting he had his
hand on the bell of their apartment.
Perhaps he went to moralize, perhaps
to offer medicine. The door was
opened by French maid, who was
crying in a most becoming manner.
The visitors imagination was aroused.
els it Bobby?' he gasped. She nod
ded prettily: She could not speak for
weeping. She led the way into the
first room, and after moments hest
tation he followed her. The sight
which he beheld was indeed surpris.
ing. On the table stood a bottle of
physic, and by it the most delicate of
sweet bread untasted. Mr.. Armstrong,
his somewhat rugged face softened by
emotlon, was bending, like a breech-
loader with the charge withdrawn,
over comfortable sofa. Opposite to
him was his wife, who had sunk upon
the floor, and with tears pouring down
her cheeks was soothing the little suf-
ferer. The little sufferer! Between
husband and wife, propped by the soft
est pillows, draped by the softest
shaWls, Important, and deeply con-
scious of his Importance, reclined the
prince of pugs. Mr.. Armstead came
forward. ''How do you sir - he said;
II hoped you were the physician.
Have you any acquaintance with the
maladies of dogs?'' *sNone whatever -
said Mr.. Airey, tartly; '.and indeed I
am glad to see that you can interest
yourself in a dog at such a moment"
cat such moment!'' repeated the
other, slowly. ''When little Bobby
began the Englishman, vissibly affect
ed. ''Why, sir, this is little Bobby
At the sound of his name, uttered in
that measured tone which he knew so
we'll, the sufferer turned plaintive
eye upon the intruder. ssBehold how
the great-minded suffer - he seemed
to say. His skin was so loose that it
| would have been we'll had an accom-
plished Workwonan gathered it in at
his waist. His coat was starry, and
his tail, that sign of his nobility, un-
curled. The lines about his ebon
visage was deepened by illness. The
face told of suffering, but of certain
pride in the interest which it excited.
The large, dark eye, was turned upon
Mr.. Airey, but awoke no pity in his
breast. That he should have expended
a whole weeks sentiment upon a sick
dog! AS we'll sit down in the ditch
with the great Mr.. Steine to lament
over a dead donkey. 81 think 1 had
better co. said the moralist, with a
glance at Mrs. Armstead. 81 am afraid
that my wife is not equal to my con-
versation at present. I trust that we
shall have the pleasure of seeing you
under happier circumstances. ''Ah,
thanks, I'm sure, ah,' murmured the |
visitor, and he glanced again at the
lady. She was wholly unconscious of |
his presence. She was holding the |
limp right hand of the patient in her
own, and was bathing it with her
tears. Mr.. Airey departed abruptly.
The next morning, as the moralist |
was toying with his breakfast, and
meditating fitfully on the New Eng
land character, a curious note was
brought to him. 1t was shaped like a
fan. He opened it with a sniff of
scorn. ''Another novelty - he ex-
claimed testify. ''Our mustard pots
are made like beer-jugs we shall soon
IN, nf he
and baths disguised as hanson cabs.
Marvellous powers of invention truly!''
He spread out the sham fan, and read
the nimble-pointed characters:
DEAR MIR. A1REY How you must have |
wondered at my strange conduct yes
terday was in the deepest despair,
and quite unfit to receive anybody.
To-day all looks bright again. The
dear doctor came soon after you left. |
He is reckoned very clever, and at
tends the dogs Of the best people in
Paris Of all parties. The favorite
hound of the Due d'Aumerie, La Mar
quise de Baldefee's famous spaniels,
Tot course you remember NJ. Casimir's
brilliant mot), and NJ. Baretta's new
poodle Fraternite are among his pa
tients. He says that our little Bobby
has no serious malady, but recon-
mends warmer climate. So we start
at once for the south, and shall winter
at Nice. [ should prefer the Nile, but
hear that the boats are so irritating
for dogs. Will you do me a great fa-
Vor, and send me some cleansing tab
let's when you go back to London!
[ would not trouble you, but they are
invaluable for Bobby's skin. My hus-
band is in despair at having to leave