The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1893-03-24

Tho Touching Story OF a Little
Canine Wait.

As the great Sir Walter says. the pub
lie likes the big bow-wow. Yet wha
II try whether it may not be interest
ed also in the little bow-wow?
The little bow-wow took an immense
interest in me Mt first sight. lie wa,
such poor and friendless creature
and 1t was such . cold and clustering
night, that had not the heart to shu'
the door in his face. as he stood wag
ging his tail in the stream Of light from
the open hall and looking upon me ap
pealingly, with big. innocent brown
eyes. from under silky fringe o. hair
that appeared to hint of Skye descent,
though rather more than less remote.
Yes, he is certainly mongrcl. this
Artful Dodger of mine: perhaps il he
had been of good honest Skye strain
this tale could never have been told OF
him.
However, in he came with me that
night and ont he went with me the
next evening. for the first OF our mys-
Serious walks abroad.
" was only round couple Of cor
ners on an errand to the green groccr's
about the morrow's list which had not
properly been made up: but when I
pulled my glove off at the home door
to grapple the better with the difficult
ties Of the latch-key. felt cold nose
thrust into my hand--nay. more than a
cold nose-an apple, which, so red and
glossy as 1t was, was quite sure my
provident friend had selected from the
very basket Of apples l had just or
dered home from under the green gro
GERS counter.
That was excusablc enough, perhaps
But what followed day by day ex-
haustcd all my stock OF apologies for
my poor kleptomaniac.
For day by day there was something
OF my neighbors' goods laid at my door.
one morning it would be a prime beef
steak, fresh from the butchers stall;
another it would b. a dainty handker-
chief thrust into my hand as we walked
together along Chestnut street. soon
learned to eschew the shopping quar-
Ter, however, when we two went out
together. But my Artful Dodgcr was
700 much for me. One snowy day all
the neighbors' door-mats were piled up
IN our vestibulc, and my poor little
fellow crept out from among them.
wagging his tail with a delighted con-
seriousness of merit, as came up the
steps.
some Fagin had trained him; there
was not doubt of that. 1t was the
part 0. Christian moralist to reclaim
him' not to turn him adrift in his evil
ways argued. seemed, however,
70 oe the only Christian ia the house;
!" indeed, in the whole block.
fancy they would have left my poor
n"le fellow to go To the bad alto
Ee'her' in another neighborhood re-
%o.e rom theirs. But then he never
,ooked up at them with his big innocent
urown eyes trimming with love and
rust as he did at me.
n Love me, love my dog" said to
aush one evening, as l stood with him
= ."c vestibulc, and the Artful Dodger
~"ihcd SO piteously on the other side
:, = we closed door that I was obliged
=. MN out to walk with ms. Then
soulu feel myself blush furiously, for
s.o"gh Cousin Hugh and werewolf.
= hard tosay what we were; but tins
~, "'ucky speech Of mine was certainly
-. i. nrst word of love that had passed
I. mas glad to go down on my knees
,.oa e n.tle fellow leaplng about me to
inc ~ Inc eyes Of the big fellow stand
.ser me, for l felt sure there was
s,augh in them.
"Aen your dog is = honest a. you