Arizona republican., 1894-09-23

hearing from you for week at least a dog that will fetch bone will carry one, they say, and we can write as often as we please"
 They did write often, you may be sure, and Capt. Lawson's Beaver, with the little leather wallet suspended beneath his white throat, came to be a familiar sight to the dwellers in the farmhouses all along the pleasant country way that stretched between the two great turnpikes.
 The oldresidents say that in the fore part of the present century there were ten taverns between Daleville, in Will lington, and Westford hill. At all of these houses of entertainment New England rum was sold, and refresh ment for man and beast could be pro vided on short notice.
 Beaver had no occasion to call at any of these places, neither did he hunt for squirrels and woodchucks along the way. He attended strictly to his busi- ness of mail carrier, and exchanged very few compliments with his canine acquaintances who saluted him with a cordial bow-wow as he trotted past their abiding places.
 This went on for several months, and then one winter day Mother Law son was taken suddenly and violently i'll. Capt. Lawson and James were away, and merry Ruby knew not what to do.
 ''It only could send to Willington for Dr. Skinner I should be thankful indeed. Beaver!'' she said to the old dog, who from one corner of the hearth was very gravely taking note of his mistress distress, 'I might send old Jerry who is cutting wood at the door, to be sure, but he would call so long at every tavern in turn that he would never get to the end of the journey! Do you hear, Beaver! I want to have Dr. Skinner come to see poor mother Of course, you don't know Dr. Skinner from any of the other friends who call here. Poor old dog. You know enough to go for Lucy, and that is what you shall do 5 Taking slip of paper she wrote upon it:
 DEAR LUCY-Mother is very sick Get Dr. Skinner here just as quickly as you can.
 RUBY"
 There, Beaver! Go, Beaverw she said, and closing the door, she returned to her herb teas and hot water appli- cations.
 ''The old doctor can't get here until sundown, at the quickest" she said, and it is not high noon."
 What was her surprise, therefore. when, in little more than an hour after Beaver started out, the skillful phy- sician cantered up on his fleet gray horse, with Beaver following close at his heels.
 "Now, this beats all," said the old man, entering the house, saddle bags in hand. ''It certainly beats all that I ever heard of. I was just turning up to Col. Britt's tavern to get me little drop of something hot-for it is an amazin' chilly air-and the old dog came along, running like streak, and headed me off. Go long about your business, Beve,' said; Lucy is wait ing for her letter. But he answered, in as plain dog talk as ever I heard, that he was after Dr. Skinner So 1 made bold to tell Col. Britt when he came out to see what all this bow wowing was about to open the little leather bag and see what message was inside. But the old dog showed the whole length and width of his teeth in such way that the colonel re- treated forthwith, and upon that Beaver opened his conversation agair at me. So I got off my horse, as much out of curiosity as anything else, and | if you will believe me, he raised no ob jection to my finding and reading the i letter, and, sure enough, there I found in black and white that Dr. Skinner was wanted. 1 ''However, before I started up here l put the bag on Beavers neck agair and told him to go to Lucy with it but he would not budge an inch in any direction excepting this"
 q told him he couldn't be expected to know Dr. Skinner" said Ruby laughing and crying in the same breath, and sitting down on the white floor to hug the intelligent dog, while the doctor took charge of her patient
 Mother Lawson recovered ant Beavers praises rang far and wide al about the country side.
 The fine old dog lived several year! after that episode and died of old age