The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1896-04-25
THE STORY OF A TRAMP FOG.

Carlo was the handsomest dog in the
United States. At least Jimmie Drum.
mond, his young master, thought 30. but
Jimmie had to confess that he was also
the vainest.
Carlo was also the most amiable dog
in the world, but he was not the slight
est use as a watch dog. for he would
have been far too polite to bark at any
burglar. In fact. he was rather orna
mental then useful, but then he was 30
intelligent and so full of fun that Jim
could forgive him everything, except his
running away.
The Drummonds lived in the country,
and once in a while the monotony of life
got to be too much for Carlo. He would
run away to the nearest town, associate
with all the common dogs there, and re-
turn SCARED by the marks Of many bat
ties, in which he was not always victori-
GUS.
He knew perfectly we'll that he ought
not to run away, and when he would
make up his mind to come home at last,
he would rush into the sitting room in
the most engaging way. lick Jim's face,
insist upon getting up into Mrs. Drum
mond's lap, great big dog though he
was, and would be 80 ahectionate, and
generally agreeable. that for long time
they did not have the heart to punish
him.
But his absences grew more and more
frequent and longor and longer. and at
last Mre. Drummond said: Jim, it must
be stopped"
So the next time Carlo returned from
protracted spree, with his usual engag.
ing grin and general air OF just having
been around the corner on an important
GRAND, Jim. with heavy heart, took
him into the back yard. explained the
situation to him, and gave him thrash.
ing. Jim was not much bigger than
Carlo himself and don't think he hurt
him verp badly, but Carlo made ter
rible uproar, howled as il every bone in
his body had been broken, and ran away
that night and stayed a week!
Then Mrs. Drummond tried her hand
at switching him, and so did the gard
ener. They tried coaxing and fattery.
They tried starving him. and they tried
tying him up. At tie very first oppor.
turity off Carlo would go to town again,
and in few days be brought home by
some little colored boy, who would de-
mand any sum of money from twenty
five cents to two dollars for his pains.
At last happy thought occurred to
Jim.
Nov, Collie, you're nothing but a
tramp dog" he said, reproachfully
"And you are getting so bitten up you
are not even handsome any more"
or course Carlo understood every
word his little master said to him. and
| it mortified him terribly to be told he
was no longer handsome; but he did not
quite understand what Jim meant to do
with a dilapidated hat and an old coat
and vest he brought out with him. He
could hardly believe his sense when Jim
put the vest on him, slipped his fore-legs
into the coat, and fastened it on his
back, and tied the the old felt hat around
his handsome head with green veil.
In vain Carlo coaxed, and wagged his
tail, and licked his masters face. Jim
went right on fastening those dreadful
clothes securely. and when he was done,
he said. go away, now. You're moth
ing but tramp dog, and you're dressed
like tramp dog. and you don't belong
in this house any more. Go to town and
play with the other tramps."
Then it dawned on Carlo that his
master was making fun of him. He
sprang up and shook himself, and
scratched and tore at the hateful
clothes. but they would not come off.
Mrs. Drummond came into the room
while he was struggling with them
Dear me-" she said. "here's tramp dog
10 my sitting-room. Shoe! Get out
This is no place for tramps!'
Carlo felt as il he were having bad
dream. He hung his head and skunk
out into the kitchen. He was always