Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1892-06-22

| Irl5klest Tall lmASlnaDle, never rlCn
mans dog having ''friskier."
''In fac, Bose, you's happier dan de
rich mans dog, cause he can't re'lize
de lux'ry OBJ bone as you can, hey,
Bose?"?
But Bose was too busy to pay much
heed, and was devoting all his time to
which was a little beyond its youth,
some would have said.
"But, nebber mine its age. Bose. for
it's all de hone we hab. It's like de
darkey's las crust, best OBJ its kline"
Many time had Nose and Bose
been seen passing by Mr.. Smilecomb's 8
mansion, and as the darkey was quite a
thoughtful fellow, it was observed that
there was a species of human fear and
reverence in his manner. There was
not word of envy about our negro
friend.
''Cause," he said philosophically,
''if rs poor, is to blame, not de Lord.
If he's rich, den de Lord may be to
blame. Color may hab something to
do with 1t too, hey, Bose? You's home
ly, SO L owns you. If you'd been
handsome, Sar j. Smilecomb'd owned
you. Cum, sar, you think more OBJ
that bone dan you do OBJ me-"
But Master Bose made no reply, not
a wag of the tail, not even look. His
appetite was like a soldiers.
| Father Moses, as our subject was
sometimes called, lived in this old
hoyel alone, save for the companion
ship of this forlorn looking dog.
81 say, Bose, we's gettin' old. You're
fifteen. rs seventy. All OBJ your life
we've libed togedder. Soon we must
part, old dog, nebber more to meet"
aud Father Moses bent his gray, woolIy
head on his great black hands, and it
seemed that he was sobbing. His rheu-
matism was worse, and of late he had
been declining. His eyes we're pain
ing him more than usual. There ap-
peared to be a general breaking up of
the system, old age end disease work
ing together. 1t was evident that
Nose would soon be " 'climbin up de
golden stair" But he rallied, and q
few days later once more he and his
faithful canine friend passed Mr.. Jar
tin Smilecomb's residence. He saw
great commotion there. Liveried ser
wants were hurryIng back and forth.
carriages were coming and going.
Bustle, hustle, bustlei The negro
cook told Nose it was wedding.
AN law sakes, rich tinery"
Mr.. Smillcomb was seventy.five, and
yet on this day he was taking "to him
self new wife"
The house was suffused with flowers.
The fountains played in silver spark
les. Marble Cupids tfiguratlvely)
were disporting in the artificial pools.
Laughing girls were frisking here and
there. The god of merriment was
'ftisky at three score" The minister
came in an elaborate carriage. The
bride elect was young, and fair as
dream.
"Golly ebherybody seems to be GO
In dar', said Moses. "Drat it, Boz
sey, wouldn't you like to steal under
de table2 Chicken bones, quail bones,
rich meats, CTesus turkeys. Nuff TO
keep de wolf from our shanty a hui
year" and his mouth fairly watered.
But Moses and his brute companion
could only stand at a distance and
peer through the great iron fence.
Moses was none of it. And yet how
soon was there to be change Little
did the black old negro realize. Little
did the fair bride. Little did the
hoary bridegroom. But no one took
thought. And the wedding went on.
This same old line was again said:
The red wine flowed.
Song and dance and merTy-making,
and cOngratulation.
Happiness prevailed.
The remarks were tipped with vari- !,
ETY., and rare variety ruled and over |
ruled the hour.
The old-new bridegroom was happy |
as lad, his newly-chosen wife hang |
ing on his arm.
''You look younger by twenty
years, said the guests.
'.And Mrs. Smilecomb agrees" he !
said.
1t was nearing the"wee sma'" hours
when the carriages began to roll away. |
But Nose and Bose had long since ;
gone. The neRro's heart had become
sick at the overwhelming luxury, the
superabundant wealth, the monstrous
and lavish outlay.
Hes SO rich! Is so poorl Cum"
and shaking his puzzled head, the
negro returned dIsconsolately to his
meagre hut, and retiring to his bunk,
he gave lingering look at the one, the
on Y faithful friend by his side.
Bose, he SAID, at length, ives
poor, but we'll soon be as rich as Stew
art, as Vanderbilt, for dey's bofh
deadl +
Bose had finished his bone, ''de bes' :,
OBJ de OK, and now coming slowly to
the bedside he fastened his great dog
eyes on the rough features of the
best. the only, and the truest friend
he ever had. 1t was evident that Nose
was not long for this earth, and no one
realized 1t better than he. The dumb
animal at his side seemed to feel that
unusual was taking place,
for he had never before heard Nose :
yroan, and he was grosning now. He
had never seen him writhe on the bed /:
as now. He had never heard him gasp
and struggle for breath, and when he ,
spoke Bose had never been accustomed
10 such hesitancy. The dog really
seemed human when death was gaining
he mastery, and rising up and placing
lls tore-paws on the edge of the old
bed, he appeared to be watching the
rmmotion going on over the black {
e Itures. Rouslng little, the negro
'troked his faithful companions head I
md said:
Goodbye, Rose. rs gwine. Be /
rood dog and come to my grave. I
You'll be all alone widout me, but t
leath will cum spite OBJ color or 5
wealth, and Bose saw hard struggle, /
! strange contortion of the black feat
lres, and stiffness, quietness, DEATH !
For awhile, Bose seemed puzzled,
hen strangly impressed, then he ap.
'eared to sum it all up that his master |
7as no more. He let his forepaws
rop to the floor. He whined dolefully, S
Then he turned. He moved slowly, /
uletly, strangely from the room. He t
Ient upon the street, Did he hurry to I
he rich mans abode? No. An old
egress. and occasional visitor at the
ovel, lived on the outskirts OF Pow f
rty flat. Here he whined y
''Golly, hires Bosey. What do de 4
og want?" but half mistrusting she =
o1tiuued: Guess Faddar Nose has a
ook sick nigh to defl' and true enough, =
nd tru-r, for she found Moses Hor- = =
OrtOn stark in death d
hr.