The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-03-25

Poor Dash! My poor, poor Art
full Dodger!" l whispered. STOPPING
to pat him. But Hugh was looking at
the woman attentively. Il beg your
pardon, but 1 think l have seen you be-
FORE" he said.
She threw up her hands with a sharp
cry: Il knew it. l knew that dog
would ruin me!'
Then you tried to lose him to get
rid of him?'
She made Hugh no answer, only
looked at him half fearfully, half def
antly.
Come, Kitty" he said to me, ''since
the dogs owner is willing to part with
him we will take him home with u.s."
He laid a couple of bills on the fe ewing
machine as he spoke, disregardirg her
gesture of refusal. OTHERWISE we
shall not feel that we have a right to
keep the dog" he said. And we will
keep him; he shall never annoy you
again. believe me-" He bowed to her
respectfully as we three went out,
closing the door behind us, for she
never moved from her knees beside the
cradle.
OF course | asked Hugh what it all
meant h moment we were out of ear
shot, and | am afraid l was not in a
very amiable mood during the walk
home, because he would not answer.
The next day, however, he told me-;
for the next day he went back to the
flower pot of & house and found the lit
flo lro 1-or Id 1o.@ ln,eolfX tA..l
again.
And had been hoping you would
be here making your gowns, Kitty"
he said. ruefully. That was the rea-
o thought / had better n~t tell you
her story until you had gotten interest
ed in the poor young thing. But she
has vanished without a clew: and
Do you remember Cousin Katharine's
writing to me here to look out for her
out of town."
II remember mammals being worried
at hearing of SO many burglaries in
town of empty houses"
"Precisely. There was q gang, it
was believed. At any rate, one Of the
burglars was chased to his home by
means of his dog. He was not taken
without obstinate resistance; he got a
bad wound, and / was called in as the
nearest doctor to stop the flow of blood
before he could be removed. He had q
pretty little house; a pretty little wife
of his own, who. with a baby of a few
weeks in her arms, shrank stricken
with shame and horror in the furthest
corner of the room. 1t seems she never
had so much as dreamed of ner hus-
bands business which took HIM SO
often away from her at night. She
appeared to shrink away from him as
# he were an absolute stranger to her,
as if he could not be the man she had
known. What she might have done
further / don't know, for the fellow
died of his wound. he tore the band
age off the first opportunity and just
bled his life away. People were in
terested in the poor young woman, and
she would not have lacked kindness,
but then, as now, she disappeared.
There was a rumor that she was a
shoplifter, SO many incongruous things
were found stored away in the little
house. But l believe myself the Artful
Dodger was responsible. He must
have been trained unbeknown to her
by that Fagin of a husband of hers.
Now, what are we to do about your
kleptomaniac, Kitty"
l put my hand under the Artful
Dodgers chin and turned up his face.
with its brown, innocent eyes.
"'Love me, love my dog" l said
again.
This time l had a right to say it.
The right had been mine since yester-
day.-Philadelphia Times.