The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1891-10-02

anime it and stopped in horror-It was
my dog Wyvis shot dead. His silky
black head and forepaws were dabbed
! in blood-his honest brown eyes were
glazed with the film Of his dying agonies
Sickened and Infatuated at the sight,
called to a gardener who was trimming
the shrubbery.
"Who has done this?" 1 demanded
The man looked pityingly at the poor
bleeding remains and said in low voice
at was Madama's order. signor. The
dog bit her yesterday; we shot him at
| daYbreak.
stopped to caress the faithful ami
mails body, and as / stroked the silky
coat my eyes were dim with tears.
How did it happen?" / asked IL
smothered accents. "Was your lady
hurt?''
The gardner shrugged his shoulders
and sighed.
Ma!-ne! But he tore the lace on heI
dress with his teeth and grazed her hand.
1t was little, but enough. He will bite
no more-poyera bestia!'
/ gave the fellow five francs.
Il liked the dog" l said briefly, she
was faithful creature. Bury him de-
Gently under that tree" and pointed to
/ the giant cypress on the lawn, s.and take
| this money for your trouble"
He looked surprised but grateful and
prymised to do my bidding. Once NOR
! sorrowfully carressing the fallen head
of perhaps the truest friend l ever pos
| sessed, ! strobe hastily into the house
and met Nina coming out of her morn
ing room, clad in one of her graceful
| q, g..
| lavender hueS were blended like the
shaded colors of late and early violets.
so Wyvis has been shot?" l said
abruptly.
She gave slight shudder.
''Oh. yes; is it not sad? But was
compelled to have it done. Yesterday
went past his kennel within reach of hi;
chain and he sprang furiously &: me for
no reason at all. See!" And holding
| up her soft small hand she showed me
three triflng marks in the delicate
| flesh. 81 felt that you would be so un-
happy if you thought l kept dog that
was at all dangerous, so j determined
to get rid of nim. 1t is always
painful to have a favorite animal
killed; but really Wyvls belonged to my
poor husband, and / think he has never
been quite safe since his masters death,
and now Giacomo is Ill
Il see" said CURLY, cutting her ex-
plantations short.
Within myself l thought how much
more sweet and valuable was the dogs
life than hers. Brave Wyvis-good
WyvIs! lie had done his best-he had
tried TO tear her dainty flesh; his hon
est instincts had led him to attempt
rough Vengeance on the woman he had
felt was his masters foe. And he had
met his fate, and died in the perform
ance Of duty. But / said no more
on the subject. The dogs death was
not alluded to again by either Nina or
myself. He lay in his messy grave IN
der the cypress boughs-his memory I'M
tainted by any lie, and his fidelity en-
shrined in my heart as thing good and
gracious, far exceeding the self-inter-
ested friendship Of so-called Christian
humanity.
The days passed slowly on. To the
jewellers who chased the flying steps Of
Carnival with shouting laughter no
doubt the hours were brief, being so
brimful Of merriment; but to me, who
heard nothing save the measured ticking
Of my own timepiece OF Revenge, and
who saw nsught save its hands, that
every second drew nearer to the last and
fatal figure on the dial, the very mo-
ments seemed long and laden with
WEAKNESS. roamed the streets of the
city aimlessly, feeling more like de-
serted stranger than a well-known and
env:ed nobleman, whose wealth made
him the cynosure Of all eyes. The riot
Gus glee, the music, the color that
whirled and rseled through the great
street Of Toledo at this season bewil-
dered and pained ne. Though I knew