Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1893-07-15
A Dogs Luck.

Alfred de Musset, the famous French
poet, was at one time conducting
canvass for election to the French
Academy. Members of this distin-
guished body are elected to it by those
who are already members and custom
requires that an aspirant shall go about
soliciting the votes of members. Mus
set had gone from one Academician to
another, and was on his way, on foot,
to the house of the Count de Saint Aul.
aire, just outside Paris. whose vote lie
hoped to gain. When he almost AZ.
rived at the place large yellow deg
began to follow him; but the deg
sneaked behind, and as the poet was too
much wrapped in his thoughts to loci
round, he did not know that what was
perhaps the most hideous dog in Paris
was at his heels. When the poet rang
at NJ. de Saint Aulaire's door the dog
watched his chance, and as the door
was opened slipped into the house
The servant supposed the dog was the
new comer's, and the poet supposed
that it belonged to the house.
The host and his family were warm
admirers of Muss It, and gave him
very hearty vel 'ome, though they
glanced askance at the horrible yellow
dog, which had curled his long legs
down on beautiful rug woven by the
young lady of the family as a present
to her grandmother.
Extraordinary taste in pets r said
the host to himself. But to q great
poet anything may be pardoned.
Strange" said Musset to himself,
that an elegant family like this should
keep such hideous cur.
When, presently, the poet had been
invited to remain to dinner, and the
dog had promptly accompanied the
family and their guests to the din
ing-room, the master of the house
was in grave doubt whether ANY
thing could be pardoned to a poet.
The animal rushed round the table,
grabbing at pieces of food, frightening
the venerable grandmother almost to
death. and acting like the hungry
vagabond that he was.
The hostess, by way of delicate com.
pliment to her guest, carved large
plate of food to be placed for the dog
The animal ate it in minutes time,
and galloped round the table for moro.
He parked ferociously when one of the
family declined to give him piece of
meat that he saw on plate. The dogs
actions prevented any conversations or
enjoyment of the meal. The host
looked at his guest and wondered. The
guest looked at his host and wondered
AS the party was rising from the table
the dog rushed against a servant and
caused him to upset the greater portion
of set of rare and precious china, an
heirloom in the family. The ladies'
gathered about weeping, and began to
pick up the precious fragments. Some
thing in his hostess's look inspired the
poet with sudden and fearful thought.
He rushed up to the count.
Can it be possible, sir" he ex-
claimed. that you supposed that this
dog belonged to me p
why, of course, we supposed he
was yours, said the count. He came
with you, did he not ?"
Il never saw the hideous beast be-
fore r. said Musset. Il supposed all
the time that he belonged to the
house."
Then the animal, which had shown
signs of uneasiness during the little
conversation, sneaked toward the door.
He was turned out but once we'll out
side he shook himself and trotted off
with complacent air, which seemed
to say:
We'll, that's all right-so long as
you didn't turn me out before dinner. I"
M. de Saint Aulaire voted for Mus
set.
But" he said, Il shouldn't hare
done SO if that dog had really been
his.
Upon such little things do great
things depend.