News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1882-10-12

ciuuSu Inab no WAS not so pad LOOKING
dog after all.
"No, know he isn't handsome, papa
but I think he is good and love him
Don't ], doggie Then, again, papa
was you going to buy me anything fo
my birthday ?"
eyes, Harry; what did you want ?"
81 don't want anything now, papa.
will take doggie for my present, only b
does look so funny, doesn't he? Jus
as if he had never been used to be wher
there was good fire, md more to ca
than he wanted. Isuppose he has beer
drove from one house to another, ius
like Hannah drove that poor OLD ca
away that was trying to get some scraps
in the yard, and [ just cried. ItlookeC
back so sorry off the kitchen fence, ant
| wanted to pinch Hannah for it. Ant
you, poor doggie, you have been drovet
off from houses, know, and had stones
thrown at you, and-where do yousup
pose dogs sleep, pap ?"
ooh, almost anywhere, I guess.
will get nice little house made fol
him, if you wish"
'That will be nice, and tonight
doggie, you will sleep right here" max
ing soft bed out of Mrs. Perkins'e
shawl for the dog to sleep on.
She would have even 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 SO piteously when told to go
back, that he begged to have him at the
foot of his crib, and from that time on
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: ''It is i'm
possible that the child is in any danger;
he looks so well; there is a mistake;
will see another DOCTOR" and he would
almost believe that there was no cause
for alarm. The boy grew more and
more fond of the dog, and rarely laid
down unless he drew the little dog close
and let the shaggy yellow head rest on
his breast, while the bright, intelligent
eyes were always fastened on Harry's
face with look of more than human
attachment and love. V cry precious to
little Harry was the love, so silent and
80 deep, of his dog, and the father used
to look upon them until his eyes grew
misty and dim with tears that he would
turn away his head to hide.
Every indulgence that could be given
to Harry he had, and every whim-and
they were many-was gratifed; but he
never for one moment swerved from
protecting love of his ugly little dog,
and at last it had come to be that even
the father loved him for the sake of the
affectionate devotion to his child that
showed in every look and motion. A
month had passed since the poor
creature had been taken by Harry;
a month that had made sad havoc with
the vitality of the child, who now
scarcely moved off the sofa all day, for
when he made the slightest exertion the
cruel spasms at the heart seemed almost
greater than he could bear.
At length the last hour oame-the
fine silver cord was almost loosened, and
the little heart SO long tortured with
suffoeating pain was about to be re-
lieved in the calm of death. For hours
he had lain silent, the rich, golden hair
tossed back on the pillow, and one hand
clasped in that of his father, the other
around poor "doggie," whose pitiful
eyes seemed almost human as he would
look into the white little face.
Silent and sorrowful faded the light
of the day in that house. The rain fell
steadily and fast, and there was little
chill in the air outside that made it hard
TO those who, unprotected, walked along
the almost deserted streets.
"Do you feel better, Harry said
the father, as the child's eyes opened.
eyes, papa; but feel very tired
different from any other tired I ever
was. Oh, doggie, you here? Ofcourse
you are. Papa, amt you glad 1 took
him !? I'm glad you let me, and he lov,
me. I always sleep SO good when he is
with me. am sleepy now. and Iguess
I'll go to sleep. Papa, you love me?
You love doggie, too? You won't let
anybody hurt him, and tomorrow we
will have nice birthday party" And
here the blue-veined lids fell, and
dreamy smile began to settle on the
pinched lips, and father sat watching
it till, when the clock struck one, he
put his hand on the fair, high brow,
and found that the end had come.
Mr.. Emmons was taken from the
room by the doctor. He gave way ut
terly, and threw himself upon the
lounge. He had consolation in but one
thing, and that was !: She has as much
need for him there as You here" He
lay there till daylight came through the
windows and the sun brightly shone
over the landscape, and rain drops gilt
tered on every tree and shrub, flashing
back the warm sunshine.
The dog lay beside the little form,
piteously whining when anyone at
tempted to move him, until they left
him lay there without disturbance.
They brought him milk and water. but
he turned his look upon them, as much
as to say My.heart is broken, and l
cannot eat or drink any more"
At noon they bore the body of the
boy to his grave beside his mother.
They took doggie home and tried by
every means to induce him to eat or
drink, but it was 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 he
looked from one to the other, as if ask
ing 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 him; 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 in the emDty crib \ 1ere Harry