The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1895-08-10
forward to stroke the big, black head,

but the creature took no notice Of any
one of them, only stood quite still,
piercing through the litsle group with
those sad, eager, humsn eyes of his.
Poor fellow! Poor dog" they said.
The children stood a littla from him
with grave, touched faces. They were
gazing so earnestly at him that they did
not see their father, who had come
down to the quay-as he came often
70 give a mOmentary eye to his young
monkeys and see that they were not
drowning themselves or getting into any
other hopeless mischief, and who was
standing now behind them and had been
listening while the master told his tale.
They only knew he was there when they
suddenly heard his voice.
What are you going TO do with him?
Will you part with him. he called out
to the master. Then the lads turned
round, with a little cry. "Oh, father!'
they exclaimed, ana their hearts lcaped
to their mouths, They were afraid to
utter another word. They stood with
their lips parted with eagerness as they
waited for the masters answer.
well, sir, I'm open to an offer for
him. the man said, after a moments
silence, and then the children burst into
shouts of delight.
Ten minutes afterward they We're
walking home with the beast between
them. They chartered away as they went
Of all that they would do with him,
what they should call him, how he
Chnn1I 90 ororrxyhcpn with thaI, and
how many things they would teach him.
They held him by the ear and clapped
his back and gamboled round him. Who
can tell what his thoughts We're all the
time? Who could tell them, as he walk
ed on with those dumb, wondering, pa
tient eyes of his, with the new voices
in his ear, and all the old world and the
old life gone from him like a dream?
eve brought him home with us in a
week or two," my friend said to me
Eve had been walking up and down the
lawn while he told me the little story,
land the boys soon grew very fond of
him, but it is a curious thing that dur
ing all these five years he has been with
Us now he has never grown more than
half at home here. l think he has been
as happy with US as he would have been
anywhere, and q more dOcile, patient,
kindly natured beast than he is you
never knew, but yet he has always to
me been like a dog living with a broken
heart. l don't believe for my part that
he has ever forgotten that old master
Of his, whoever he may have been, for
aday or an hour since he lost him. Look
at him now. Look what a fine, human
pathos there is about that tragic, silent
face of his. Depend upon it, he is think
ing Of the old story at this moment,
puzzling it all out again, remembering,
perhaps, how he saw the boat go down
and heard his masters last cry, if, in
deed, it was his last. Perhaps he may
doubt even yet whether it was. I some
times think he has still at moments a
kind of forlorn hope that the lost days
will come back again and the lost eyes
look into his once more"
We went up to him again where he
lay and stood looking at him. He was
doing, with eyes half closed, in the
sunshine, his black coat grown a little
rusty now, his ears dropping, his senses
perhaps beginning to be dulled by age,
for he was old. He was not likely to live
much longer, my friend said.
AS we stood so he took no notice OF
us. He was thinking of other things
perhaps in a half waking dream living
the old life again.
Poor Brutus!' l said once and
stopped down to smooth his grand ole
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up.
"Ah, he doesn't care for that name
my friend said. He will answer to il
sometimes, but he knows very we'll thai
he had another name nee quite different
from Brutus. We have never been able
to find out what it was. 1t is buried
too, with all the rest of his history"
We heard the boys voices coming to
ward us merrily and their footsteps OF
the gravel under the chestnut trees. Fo,
a moment Brutus opened his eyes at thu
sound Of them and gently moved hi!
bushy tail. Then, stretching out hi!
great fore paws with a peaceful sigh, h,
laid his head down on them and dozet
again. We left him lying SO, slumberins
calmly i'll the sunshine, with his dog
gish, faithful thoughts perhaps gone
dreamily back to the old days and hear
ing in sleep the old voices that were los
to him forever in that %sorrowful nigh
when the unknown ship Went down a
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