The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1896-07-21


slipped by unbeknownst an gone up
there
Just then the conductor, passing,
said:
Nearly ready; all aboard"
We started reluctantly for the car,
all of us with our eyes on the brown
road now. The old man walked with
US.
Cant think what on 'arth keeps i'm.
He'll cry all day ell he misses this
train"
We were all on board now. The con-
ductor stood, watch in hand, his eyes
too on the road.
There he isl" some one shouted.
'He knowed he was late an took the
short cut" exclaimed the old man.
Our eyes left the road, and at the
other end of the platform met small,
smooth-coated, black-and-w mon
grel, all dusty and painting, crouched
with quivering TANKS by the steps of
the last car, Pullman.
The dogs eyes were on the porter.
The porter looked to the conductor for
sign; the conductor looked at his
watch and his orders and nodded.
Then the porter lifted the eager little
brute into the car yestibule.
We in the observation car all waited
with eyes on the door Of the nearest
Pullman; all but the quiet man who
had retired into the front corner OF the
car behind his newspaper.
''Blest if l want to see the beast dis
appointed, he said to his wife.
Does he so through the whole
train?" asked of the old man.
Yes, miss, all but the coPnist car
and the EN- grant; he knows that
hain't the kind
Just then the Pullman door opened
and the porter came through, followed
by the dog, stepping high and nervous
/ ly. There We're great many in the
car, and the dog was beWildered. The
porter picked him UP and put him on
one of the seats, a double row of which
ran back to back down the center OF
the car. The dog put his paws on the
back of the seat and looked all around
ears up, nostrils moving, TANKS culver
ing, tail straight out and slowly wav-
ing.
Suddenly he gave sharp yelp and
bounded over the center seats down the
aisle like a young tornado and stopped
with both paws on the quiet mans
knees, yelping, dancing, tearing, the
newspaper down upon himself.
The man took the paper away and
the dog leaped toward his face with
squeal But the squeal broke half way
and the dog fell back on all fours, still
as a stone The quiet man looked at
him kindly and put out hand to pat
him. The dog came closer, his eyes al
ways on the mans face, and softly put
his paws on the knees again. The man
said:
We'll, Rolly.'
The dogs head went on one side a
moment, the name was all right, but
the voice-the voice
He got down and backed off, his tail
between his legs, his ears wavering; he
gave one low. questioning whine then
slowly ansered the porter's CALI
At the top of the car-steps he paused
and came back. With head on side
and paw raised he looked again, and
then with sharp sort Of bark turned
back and went down.
A moment afterward the conductors
watch snapped; he waved his hand and
the train drew out. up the broad canon
of the Chanting Bow But our eyes
were all turned back to the platform
where the dog stood, poised, head on a
side, and foot lifted, looking after us.
The quiet man didn't draw back till
we had ronaed curve; then he found
a cinder in his eve.
Nice scenery" he said.-M. G. P. in
the New York Post.