The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1877-12-26
F0r TIE HEEsLo-
..DoGGIE-"
BY OLIVE HARPER

Papa, let NE keep him-p!ease do
be looks so lonesome, az if bis moth
er had jus, died. TOO; ana be looks 81
hungry, and shigers 80 il the cold
Please dc, papa. See his eye-; they
just seem begging you 10, aud as II
be waited you to see bis poor leg,
aud to make you understand how
cold aud hungry be is. Why, papa,
| don't believe be ever had any thing
TO eat in his life " And the culver
ing little voice died out altogether in
sobs, as be took the poor little stary-
ed dog into his arms snd held bin
against bis heart
The father, a stern man, whose hat
was circled with a wide band Of
Grape, looked down with a smile OF
rare tenderness as be said:
why, Harry, don't you cry about
il; YOU certainly shall keep the little
dog, if you viii, though be looks Ike
any thing but 40 enviable play thing
Cone, pow, We will 20 home, and
you can cell your new friend along "
"Oh. thank you papa" said the
little boy; aud bis violet eyes danced
With delight, and his transparent
cneeks flushed bright crimson With
pleasure. while the poor little dog
limped along after them. encouraged
by the childish voice so netimes rails
cd with delight at his Bew aequisi-
ton, again 10 fall with infinite pity
for the starved little d
When they reached home, Mrs.
Perkins, the housekeeper, had q
thousand objections to make against
keeping The dog till little Harry ct
last said with flashing eyes: Mrs
Perkins, were you ever cold and
hungry aud sick, without any home
TO 90 10. or any one to love YOU 2"
All uf sudden the boasekeeper's
pale face flushed aud teas came into
her eyes as she turned hastily away
and busted herself with other affairs
for the moment, then she turned
back end said:
"WeIl, dear, shall we take hin
down to the kitchen and see what
we can do for bin p
"Yes, said Harry, for guess be
needs something, and that very soon.
Gene doggie."
They went out, leaving the father
aloue. and be threw himself into al
easy chair before the FIRE and clasped
his hands before his face, saying:
He is ike her, so ike ber, and 50
frsil. Who but be would want to
take that miserable little dog! 1t
vas always her disposition to do so,
toe, and the more miserable the case,
the more interest she took in it, Ny
Godl How bis look went to my
very heart when be pleaded so. 1t
vas ike hers when she lay dying
and begged with almost her last
breath to forgive my poor sister, who
ran of WITH that wretch who died a
drunkard. always said | never
would forgive ber; but if could iind
her now | would ask her to forgive
me. Well, Harry ~ this TO Harry,
who stood by his fathers chair, with
his face flushed and eager
20, papa, ii you could only see the
little doggie now. Mfs Perkins has
washed him all over aud pat ssive on
his poor leg, and she says it was
broken, and ted him. He wouldn't
eat until he got up on mis- back legs
ard walked along little and made a
bow-you have no idea what a gen
tleman be is, only be lent very hand
some, you know"
Tie father took the poor little
motberl.ss boy on his lsp. snd when
there, be gave a long sigh, and lay
wesrily down on his fathers breast,
saying: Il am very tired, papa.
What mskes me get tired SO easy
now! | didn't used to be SO tired,
but now every tine that | go up
stairs it mskes something jump SO in
bere, (placing his band over bis
bear }, thai can't hardly breathe,
and don't care about playing ball
any more, and ! never ride my rcck
ing horse now"
"0hl my Godlr said the father,
With white lips as be all at once saw