The Forrest City times., 1893-11-24
A WHITE RIVAL.
How a Bull Pup Game Near Spoil.
 ing a Romance.

Copyright. 1895 by the Authorl
 What she could see in him could never understand.
 He was certainly big. and presuma- bly, strong and muscular. but neither in beauty nor in intelligence was he anything out of the ordinary of na- ture's handiwork.
 have heard her rave about his eyes; they were the color of coffee-berries, and moderately large, but their ex- pression, to my mind, was eminently sheepish. He was disgracefully selfish, too, and was under the impression that his acquaintances could do nothing better than attend to his meals and ac- company him in his walks. He was also abominabiy inquisitive and peculiarly clumsy.
 And in spite of all this. she loved him the most beautiful girl in the world loved him, and lavished caresses upon him that any man with eyes in his head would have given kingdom to receive.
 His accomplishments were few. He pretended to catch rabbits, and was reputed ''ratter" on the strength of having once parked at rat in cage; the servants had, with much difficulty. taught him a stupid trick of running off with paper parcels in order to get at the sweets or biscuits hidden inside; and an infinite amount of shouting, hallooing, and waving of arms would occasionally induce him to jump over walking stick held two inches above the ground.
 In short, he was most ordinary white bull terrier pup, with pink nose, surmounted by a black spot like blot of ink from pen. Nevertheless, l owe him debt of gratitude for being the cause of my first introduction to Ella Harrington.
 It was on an August bank holiday the one blazing hot day of a damp and dismal English summer. All the morn ing had sought to avoid my kind, and at length, by four o'clock in the after noon. had discovered a delightful bracken-covered dell by the dry bed of a brook in Richmond park, where, but for the distant shouts of the gay snd h'less cyclist, nothing disturbed the pdSVOTdI UcduGy ol Ihc oSChC'
 Here stretched myself out, with my arms under my head and my hat tilted over my eyes, and fell to dreaming and to wondering when, if ever. l, a bank clerk at two hundred year, should so distinguish myself by the literary efforts which wholly occupied all my spare time as to be wholly inde- pendent of the bank. except as place of safety for my superAuous thousands.
 If only could write brilliant novel the novel of the season! But Ameri- can authors had declared that the stories of the world have all been told, and the serial papers preferred TO- mances written by young ladies as being more sentimental and soothing, and the libraries would have nothing to do with the work of an unknown man, and
 A feminine shriek broke in upon my Respondent musings, and the idea of a lovely woman in distress brought me 10 my feet
 She was lovely; of that there was no possible doubt Tall and slender, with light brown hair and big appealing, dark blue eyes, eyelashes curling up wards and a red mouth dropping down. wards dolefully.
 She was angry, flushed and fright ened, as was small, stumpy girl. evi- dently her maid, who accompanied her. She clasped her gloved hands implor- ingly. and looked at me with tears in her eyes
 My dos" she panted. My dog,