St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-04-02

1t was late in the afternoon, and the
hall was unlighted, so that mysterious
darkness made ME tumble about the
dOorknob.
Crash" came black mass launch
ing itself upon me and rolling me down
the steps to the corner landing.
''Dear me, Dot" came from Sallie,
Aren't you hurt? 1t is Just dear little
FidO. He was tied to the door, and he
is always 50 playful, aren't you, pet?
Come here and kiss your mistress. On!
did you hurt your back, Dot? Pm so
sorry; but never mind, L keep box of
plaSterS on purpose for my friends. Fido
is such frisky scamp, he is always uD-
setting people. aren't you? You rOgue!"
| always had loved Sallie as a sister,
and it seemed foolish to have dog come
between US; so, though every bone
ached. fOrgave her, and even said he
was a fine dog as she poured me cup
of tea and gave me bit of cake.
Fido stationed himself near, watching
me with hungry and ferOciOuS eyes, and
making me feel that every mouthful
was a crime.
When the teacup rested in my lIp he
made dive for it that sent everything
flying and gave him chance to gobble
the cake.
You naughty. naughty dog! Did
you ever see anything so cute in your
life, Dot? He did that same thing yes
terday when Mrs. Billings called, and
the tea utterly ruined her new gown.
Mamma was furious, and 1t was killing
to see Mrs. Billings expression. | had
to leave the room and laugh. So silly
to make fuss over an old gown, when
poor FidO never meant bit of harm,
and | had to scold him dreadfully to
appease her. made it up after she
was gone by giving him the whole plate
of cake.
''He is so fond of cake! He ought to
have more exercise. though take him
out three times day for an hours walk.
1t is so funny, do you know, l can't
seem to accomplish anything this win
ter, and yet my time is all my own.
"Will you excuse me a moment? /
want to see whether Mary has bought
the chops for FidO's breakfast. Why,
must you go? Be careful not to let Fido
out, he might run away Come here,
Fido; come here, sirl You dear, sweet,
cunning little doggie, woggie, yOum
Halfway down the block l met Peggie
Sader, looking as doleful and woe
begone as girl with a curly nose can
do. and carrying Imply yard of
frayed leather strap in her hand.
why, Peggy, dear, what is the mat
ter? Is any one ill?"
"NO-yes-that is, I've lost Spot. You
have not seen anything of brown set
ter, without a scrap of any other color,
have you? No; L knew it. This is the
fifteenth time I've lost him this winter,
and | know it will be the last. Three
times he slipped out of his collar aud
and twice he cut my hand jerking the
leash out, and the other times he
cheWed Off the end. Come uD to our
apartments. They are just next door,
you know
went secure in finding a dogless do
main and sanguine of some other topic
of conversation. Alack Spot had re-
turned, and in all the glory OF mud
covered hair and bleeding paw, was
occupying the diYan in the drawing
room and nesting among the silk cush-
ions.
Down he came on three legs to grOwl
at me and wag the bric-a-brac off low
table with his tail as he greeted Peggy.
She meanwhile went alternately into
raptureS Of Joy and depths of grief, and
said | was a hard-hearted creature not
to run down town and get something
for his paw instead of hopping off the
mud-spattered furniture and getting
her engagement cups and saucers away
from his all-deStroying tail.
[ went, and Spot has religiously
showed his teeth at me ever since.
The next week | went to spend the
evening and stay over night with Fran
Gle, who dwells, like the other girls, in
a fiat, and is incurably afflicted with a
very beautiful, but evil-minded, young
cocker spaniel named Gyp.
'Hi, there. Gyp, old bOyl Hi, there"
/ called to him, for now l was that low
down after my gruesome experiences
that l sought to ingratiate myself with
every cur met.
Gyp was charmed with me at once.
He snapped at my chin and Tapped my
face with an ardor that was sad.