Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-22

least, in the opinion of Mrs Perkins and Mr.
Emmons, ard they both concluded he was
not so bad a looking dog. after all
mo, know he isn't handsome, papa but
think ne Is good; and | love him, don't I,
doggle? Then, again, papa. was you going
to buy me any thing for Christmas?"
Yes. Harry; what do you want?"
II don't want anything now, papa | will
take doggie for my Christmas, only he does
look SO funny, doesen't he? Just as if he had
never been used to be where there was
good fire. and more to eat than he wanted
| suppose he has been drove from one house
to another, Just like Hannah drove the poor
Old cat away that was trying to get some
scraps in the yard, and just cried Itlooked
back so sorry off. the kitchen fence, and /
wanted to pinch Hannah for it. And you,
poor dogge you have been driven off from
houses, know, and had stones thrown at
| you, and-where do you suppose dogs sleep,
papa%
ooh, almost anywhere, guess. will get
nice little house made for him if you wish"
"That will be nice, and tonight, doggie
you will sleep right here" making soft bed
out of Mrs. Perkins shawl for the dog to
sleep on.
She would have given her best black silk
dress, which she set great store by, had Harry
| wished it. When they were about to leave
the room for the night the little dog got up
and limped along after them, and looked at
Harry SC piteously when told to go back, that
| he begged to have him at the foot of his crib
and from that time no one disputed his right
! and he SLEPT there unmolested
! Harry seemed TO rally and feel better for
the next few days, and his father would look
at him and say: 1T is impossible that the
child is in any danger; he looks SO well there
is mistakes; will see another DOCTOR" and
ne would almost believe that there was no
cause for alarm.
1t was beautiful sight to see the fragile
BOY sit, or recine, on the floor, and to see the
| intense devotion expressed for him in the eyes
OF the little dog, which was now we'll He
| would crouch for hours beside tie dog, mo-
tlonless, except to once in a while raise one
paw and lay it tenderly on the sleeve of his
jacket or to put his cold little nose softly
against the thin, bloodless hand; and nothing,
not even hunger, would draw him away. The
boy grew more and more fond of HIM, and
rarely laid down unless he drew the little dog
close and let the little shaggy yellow head rest
on his breast, while the bright, intelligent
eyes were always fastened on Harry's face,
with look Of more thon human attachment
and love. Very precious to little Harry was
the love, silent and so deep, of his dog, and
Inc father used 10 look upon them until his
eyes grew misty and dim with tears that he
would turn away his head to hide.
Every indulgence thai could be given to
Harry he had, and every whim was gratified,
and they were many; but he never, for one
moment, sWerved from the protecting love OF
MS ugly lit le dog, and at last it had come to
be that even the father loved him for the sake
OF the affectlonate devotion to his child that
showed in every look and motion. month
mad passed since the poor creature had been
taken by Harry; a month that had made sad
havoc with the little vitality of the child, who
now scarcely moved off The sofa all day; for
when he made the slightest exerton the cruel
spasms OF the heart seemed to almost divorce
soul and body
And tbs father and loving old nurse were
powerless to relieve him, and the day was
last approaching that would release the in
tense pam that racked the little heart to agony
Atsuch times the eyes of the poor little dog
would be raised pteously to each in turn, as if
IN entreaty that some thing should be done
Tor Harry, who he knew suffered So At
length the last hou- came-the fine silver cord
was almost loosened, and the little heart SO
long tortured with suff'ocatng pain was about
to be relieved in the calm of death.
For hours he had lain silent, the rich, gold
Ell mar tossed back on the pillow. and one
clasped in that Of his father, the other around
poor "doggie," whose pitiful eyes seemed al
most human, as he would look INTO the white
Ii tie face, so fast chilling to death, and now
and then giving sigh as deep and full of
agony as the human ones that loved the boy
could have felt.
Silent and sorrowful faded the light of the
day before Christmas in that house The rain
tell steadily and fast, and there was a little
chill III the air outside, that made it hard to
those, who unprotected, walked along the al
most deserted streets.
Presently Harry Enclosed mis- eyes, and said |
Papa, where is Aunty NJ ry! | thought I !
saw her, just now, come in at the hall door
and you told bert to go out. You wouldn't do
that papa?"
"No, Harry. hope she will come one of
these days, and live with us. Do you feel bet
ter, Harry?'
from any other tired I ever saw Oh, doggie
you here? OF course, you are. Papa, amt you
glad took him? Pm glad you let me, and |
he loves me. | always sleep so good when |
he is with me. am sleepy now, aud I guess
pll go to sleep. Papa, you love me? You |
love doggie, too' You won't let ANYBODY |
hurt him. and tomorrow we viii have nice |
Chrlstnas-2 nice Christmas" ard here the |
blue vened lids fell, and a dreamy smile be-
gan 10 settle on the little piached lips, and the |
lace to grow more placid and peaceful, the
father watching it till, when the clock struck
l, nc puts his hand on the fair, high brow,
and found 1t icy cold in the chill of de Ath
No wonder, then, that the strong man cried |
aloud in his agony, nor that the winds walled
outside, or that the clouds dropped tears up
on that desoiute house, or that a poor little |
ugly dog ShlVered and moaned on the bed |
from whence the waxen form had been borne |
for the fuifllment of those last sad ties for
the dead-the dead that lay so still and peace
full amid the agonized groans of the father
and the louder cries Of his fond nurse, aud the
servants OF the house-unnindful for once of |
the little dog that licked the cold hand, often |
raising his head to look upon the calm face,
aud then, meeting no response, turning it |
with mute agony of appeal to the faces OF |
those around
Mr.. Emmons had been taken from the room
by the Doctor. He gave way utterly, and |
threw himself on the floor while great sobs |
shook his frame. He had consolation in but
one thing, and that was: "She has as much |
need of him there as you here" He lay there
the sun shone over the landscape as brightly |
as though between his setting and rising no |
soul had left its tenement--no home desolateC |
and rain drops glittered on every tree and
shrub, flashing back the warm sunshine
At noon they bore the body OF the boy to
his grave beside his mother, and covered him
up with the sodden earth. The heavy thuds
with which they struck the coffin were sharp |
blows OF agony to the desolate father, who
tried hard to control his grief but he broke
down utterly and sobb1d like babe when he
felt a feeble scratching on his leg, and looked
down to see poor "doggie," with his piteous
look OF entreaty and grief almost human, and
his eyes actually fun Of tears, as he whined
IN vain, turning toward the fast filling
grave they took doggie home and
tried by every means to induce him to
eat and drink, but it of no avail, his little
heart, although only dogs, was broken, and
he would sigh and whine, while tears were in
his pleading eyes as be looked from one to
the other, as if seeking an explanation as to
where Harry had gone. Mr.. Emmons sat
long IN his study that night in sad loneliness,
when even the company of the little dog
would have comforted Inn; and finally he
rose, thinking he would take him into his lap
for his mute sympathy.
He called, but received no answer, and
finally concluded he would perhaps find him