Arizona republican., 1894-11-03

But you come out n see Maie, , i cheerfully.
 ! Mrs. Darte reluctantly stepped down
 from the door. She flung her apron
 over her head. She glanced back into
 the passage that led to the kitchen.
 She could now distinctly smell the
 dried apple that was burning on the
 stove, and this fact did not make her
 any more amiable.
 "Why don't you call him here?" she asked
 "Cause when tell him to se' down 1 n wait for me he expects me to come.
 I've brought him up that way ain t
 goin' to begin confusin' of him with new ways"
 : MT. Little swung forward on his
 crutches, and Mrs. Darte followed
 him. There was a proud and tremulous eagerness in his voice and manner as he reached the corner of the house and : cried:
 Here he is! Come, Maje, n give yer paw to lady"
 A large yellow, smooth dog with a square, black muzzle and light hazel eyes rose from his launches and came forward wagging his tail, not wagging effusively, but with a polite welcome
 He held up his paw, but as Mrs. Darte did not take it he put it down again. lie glanced at his master, advanced his head, gave one lick of his tongue upon his masters dingy hand, then stood o1o somewhat, and having a very pleasant look in his eyes. Yet these eyes had the appearance of possessing other powers of expression.
 A half peck basket with a cover, which was tied down with a string, stood on the ground near where the dog had been sitting. The wooden handle of this basket showed unmis- takable evidence of having been much carried in the dogs mouth.
 "What's in that?"
 As Mrs. Darte made this inquiry she pointed one finger at the basket.
 Its my sweet fagroot, you know" was the answer. ''It's what I peddle a good deal this time CT year. Folks don't care much about it, though, but it don't cost me nothin' to git it if I dig it myself. But it always did most kill me to dig it, n my backs so now l can't do it no more. I told Maje l couldn't when dug that mess. Sometimes 1 have pins m thread n needles in there. Maje he carries the barskit-I couldn't with my two crutches, you see. But 'taint so much cause he carries the barskit either, t l couldn't git long 'thout him. It's jest 'cause-'
 The man paused. His poor face worked. Its cause love him. I tell you what 'tis, Mrs. Darte. I don't want ter live 'thout Maje. I don't want ter live much, anyway, but I do hope l sh'll stan it's longs Maje does" The high voice cracked on the fast few words. The dog moved closer to his friend and looked up at him.
 What is it?" his eyes asked
 Mrs. Darte did not speak. Her face was not precisely as it was when she opened the door to Lemmy Little. And she had forgotten the burned ] apple on the cook stove.
 II s'pose he eats as much as a man." 1 she finally remarked
 No, he don't, he don't," eagerly; l Ines real small eater, he is. You're real small eater, ain't you, Maje?'
 The dog Tapped h1s tail on the ground, then he yawned. He might have been intimating that there were the best of reasons why he eats so title. He had ranged up by his mas 1er's side and sat down as if to indi- cate that he and the man belonged to one party and the woman to another.
 I'll tell ye what les do," said Mr. Little, suddenly. You let us in, Maje n me. You jes' femme have my share of v1ctuals, 'n' I'll share with Maje. ou c'n jes' measure my victuals if you want to, n 1 won't take nothin' more: lonest l won't. N I'll feed Maie outer my share. He c'n sleep long of ne. He always does. You see, 'twon't cost town CT cent. Now, will ye do it? If you don't d. know what'n become of us. b'long to this poorhouse, but SNOW l won't stay where they won't take my dorg. I'll jes' lay down n die, n be glad to, if they won't take my 1org."
 As the quivering voice ceased, the owner of it leaned his crutches against the house and sat down on the ground beside Maje, who immediately put his head on the mans ragged knee.
 These moves were not made dramat- lcally, but as if this were the way the two warfarers rested when they be- came weary on their journeys from town to town. MT. Little looked up at the woman. His eyes were bleared and pale in the vivid sunshine. He had his hand on the dogs head, and the fingers of the hand were moving