The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1881-07-28
BRAVO AND RORY.

aTell us a story, Kate" said Emma.
"Yes, do" chimed in Bertha.
"Will you tell u q story q said Her
bert.
Thus entreated by these dear, good
children, I could not refuse. So while
their three heads, close together, with
their bright faces beaming upon me and
upon each other, formed a pretty picture,
I told them this story about two shep-
erd.dogs, Bravo and Rory.
"When farmer John and his bride
moved into their little white house, a
mile from the old homestead, they took
with them the young dog, Bravo, and
left Roryto guard the old house. Bravo
was large and wide-awake, but only five
months old. He seemed very happy in
his new home. His master taught him
many useful things ; and for a week or
more he showed no signs of home
sickness.
but when ! dToss, from the tannery
neal by, made nm attack upon him, al
though Bravo's Aeetness saved him from
harm, he began to wish he had never
left his puppy-hood's home to live with
farmer John. Down he sat at the door
of his kennel, with a lonely and for
saken look, trying to smooth down the
hair of his sleek coat that old Toss had
ruf1ed.
"The tanners dog repeated his at
tackf for two or three DAYS, and more than
that, drove pool Bravo from his nice
warm quarters at night, compelling him
to lie out in the cold. Then Bravo said
to himself: Something must be done.
/ dare not fight Toss for he has long
teeth, and is a savage dog-more than a
match for me. / think my best plan is
to go and tell Rory And away he sped,
just at sunrise, and came back in time
for breakfast, with a cheerful look in his
face.
"Now, Rory was steady and brave
and wise. He had no love for running
round nights; so it surprised his master,
when just as the sun went down that
day, Rory started down the road, andup
the lane to farmer Johns. On he went,
with a grave look, without stopping to
greet any old friend, ven with a wag of
his tail. Bravo met him, and whisked
around him ; and after q short consulta-
lion, the two dogs crawled into the KEN
mel, Rory staying nearest to the door.
1.-THE noon shone clear and bright,
and all was still until about midnight,
when farmer Johns wife was suddenly
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snarling and yelping. "Wake up, John,
quick, quick Get up 7 she shouted.
The farmer leaped from his bed, and,
half dressed, ran to the door, thinking
that the dogs were killing sheep; but
instead of sheep, Rory and Bravo had
Toss at their mercy, and were giving
him a severe punishment"
"Good, goodp shouted Herbert.
"That served him Just right"
But little Bertha turned a wondering
look upon Herbert she could not help
feeling pity even for Toss.
"Let us hear the rest of the story"
said Emma.
So / went on:
"The sharp voice of the farmer made
Rory and Bravo release their victim {;
and Toss, in a crestfallen way, start d
for his home ; but, before he could get
over the fence, Rory gave him q final
clutch that sent him off yelping. He
never came back and when he met
Bravo afterward, he was careful not TO
trouble him.
"In a short time Bravo grew to be SC
strong and brave, that he could fight his
W battles without the aid of his friend
Rory"
The three children, who had listened
very attentively to the story, now talked
i over; and they came to the conclusion
that Toss received a good lesson, and
was probably a better dog after it.
"For," said Herbert, "adog who abuses
a small dog is almost as mean as a big
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