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who only shifted at it and would not eat.
The priest, seated at the door of the hat,
saw Domingo round up the sheep and
head them toward the corral There were
many hundreds, and he drove them care
fully and without haste safely inside, all
but one laggard, half grown lamb, which
came bleating and running to join the
others.
The dog stood at the entrance of the in
closure, but instead of letting the lamb
pass he sprang at it's throat and bore it to
the ground, tapping eagerly the warm
blood that flowed from the lacerated
wound. AS soon as it ceased its struggles
he tore the flesh from its bones and ate
ravenously.
Father Gaspard was angry, and shout
ing to the dog tried to drive him from the
lamb, but Domingo growled and would
not obey.
Having finished his meal, he dragged
the body away from the corral and began
to dig hole. When he considered it deep
enough, he pushed the lamb in, but drag
ged it out again and dug the hole a little
wider. In the lamb was flung again-out
once more and turned around. Then, ap-
parently satisfied, he pushed it in and COW
cred it up, showing the earth over it with
his nose. Then he went to the gate of the
corral, selected place to rest, licked his
paws, turned around and around several
times, lay down, and rolling himself up
went to sleep.
Father Gaspard watched this wanton-
ness on the part of the dog with great dis
tress. Then, too weary to sit up longer,
he entered the hut, and on the shepherds
bed of grasses slept the sleep of fatigue and
innocence.
In the morning he was awakened by the
banks of the dog and the tramp of the
sheep as they were driven out to grace
After eating the remains of the beans and
meal cake he sat on the bench and won
dered what was best to do. Should he re-
main there and guard the flock from the
dog and await some ones coming to send
word to Don Manuel, or should he hasten
himself to the ranch and have shepherd
sent with other dogsP
He felt a cold nose on his hand, and
looking down saw Domingo wagging a
cheerful good morning. Father Gaspard
pushed him aside and said:
"Away, Domingo, thou art no more
friend of mine. Thou art an unfaithful
servant. Even now thy jowls are red with
the blood Of that innocent lamb. No won
der thou disdained the frijoles I offered
thee for thy supper. Thou hadst some
thing better in store. Thou shalt be dealt
with according to thy crime. will tell
Don Manuel of thy treachery, and thou
wilt be shot, an ignominious death for
shepherd dog, or if thou shouldst escape,
as I have no rope to tie thee, thou wilt
drag out miserable life in the noun
tains, like the thievish coyote, and like
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saying that once shepherd dog tastes the
blood Of a sheep he is never more to be
trusted 1t is worse than the thirst Of
man for wine.
Domingo sat on his launches before the
priest and listened to this TRADE, his head
on one side, his eyes fixed upon those of
his denunciator and his tongue lolling out
of his mouth, except when the priest
paused, then he drew it in and swallowed.
His sharp ears stood up and pointed for
ward and back from the priest to the
sheep. Occasionally his eyes would roll to-
ward the flock, and the little brown spots
above them seemed also to move Ever on
the alert, he now dashed away to see If
they were SAFE
Father Gaspard grasped his staff and
arose to go, hoping to reach the ranch and
denly thought struck him, and he sat
down again.
"What would have kept the dog from
starving since the shepherd died if he had
not eaten lamb now and then? Yes it
had to be, for the good of the flock the dog
must be fed. He killed the lamb quietly,
not alarming the rest"
Father Gaspard called him by name,
and when he came running up stroked his
head tenderly.
Domingo milo, I was overhasty and
have done thee injustice. Dost forgive me
for my blindness and harsh words? Yes, I
see no malice in thy honest face. Thou
needest no words to express thy forgive
ness, it Is shown in thy clear brown eyes,
and the vocabulary of thy tail and ears.
will tell the don of thy faithfulness, and
thou shalt be canonized among dogs. Thou
art no longer young. myself have known
thee number of years. Thou shalt be re-
heved of the care and labor of the field
and live at the ranch house, where the
don will give thee a place by the fire, and
will stroke thy head like this, as he tells
the story of thy sagacity"
Light of heart, now that his trust in the
dog was restored, Father Gaspard started
once more on his way toward the Gabilan.
At evening he reached the edge of the
mountain, and looking back saw nothing
but sea of fog. But had it been clear he
might have seen shower of dirt and grass
flung high in the air, caused by Domingo
in the act of resurrecting the remains Of
the lamb for his supper.-Kate P. Sieg-
hold in Overland Monthly.
Trombone Cure For Lungs.
"When I was in the early twenties,
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