The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1895-04-17
A CUR'S CONSTANCY.


WILDER was a poor young artist.
Everybody had kicked the dog out,
and 30 Max took him in.
Max was shabby. One could guess
that he had no money in his pockets,
but Bobo had not the keen apprecia-
tion of such fault
"Have they all shut their doors
against you, BoboP" said Max. "Come
home then and share my sausage"
Bobo comprehended the invitation,
and without more ado followed WILDER
up the staircase of his lodgings, and
stretched himself before the empty
stove, with rs evident an intention of
never more departing as that mani
tested by Poe's Raven.
A little room with north light and
an easel, with screen which fancied
that it hid bid, with furniture worth
in the bulk five dollars; with traces of
a Bohemian supper-a pound of sau-
sages and loaf of rye bread.
He had an opera.glass, and meer-
schaum which was the pride of his
soul; but he had no place to put them
but the mantlepiece. He had an in.
come, and he painted pictures. When
the income came due, and no picture
was sold, he lived on sausage, and
grew shabby.
When the sausage was cooked, he
gave scrupulous half of that and of
his bread to Bobo, and the two ate
heartily.
But supper over, Max sat down and
thought rather bitterly that that day
Flora had driven past, not seeing him
at all, and in the carriage with her,
beside her mamma, was young gen.
tleman, handsome, dashing, elegantly
dressed, and Flora was looking at him,
and
''It must come sometime" he said,
"All the love in the world is worth
less without money"
Then he started to his feet and
looked at his pictures. and hope came
into his heart-he might make his for
tune some day, to be sure. In three
weeks the quarters income came in.
He would try to wait and buy new
suit and call again on Flora.
He would tell her of his love, and
they would wait together for fame and
fortune.
From that hour Max and Bobo were
inseparable. Max grew fond of the
ungainly beast, and Bobo worshipped
Max. Under the Bohemian changes
of living at the studio he partook of
everything, from pate de fois gras to
dry ruck, but he Jared as we'll as his
master in every case; and what more
can dog ask9
Meanwhile Max still adored Miss
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his new gloves lasted and he vanished
from her sight when mid-quarterly
shabbiness overcame HIM. At last his
emotions overcame his common-sense,
and being all alone in the drawing
room with his angel, he told her he
adored her; and she gave little sob,
and turned her face from him; and he
caught her hand and kissed it, and in
moment more had kissed her lips,
and it was done. Whatever happened
afterward. Max never could forge,
that blissful moment She promised
to Swat for him" forever, and was SC
sure of his coming fame that he grew
sure of it also; and but one thing
more remained-the speaking to Mr..
Alibi. That Max dreaded. When he
did speak, that worthy gentleman lis
toned in amlZement, and proceeded
forthwith to browbeat him. as though
he had been in the witne ss-box. IL
the end he proved to him that he wa
too poor to marry, and ended by as
suriug him that the idea was out oi
the question.
Poor Max. into whose ideas of ma
trimony the ''leaving" OF his wife. will
or without money. did not enter
, found no answer, and was politely
bowed out.
The climax came in an interview
; with Flora, in which she wept, but de
; olared that she must obey her father.
That evening Dvoo waited in v.i