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

They say that the name Of the station
is changed, and that the dog is dead,
but remember, and I think shall re-
member always
In a sharp of a valley between two
tall, unheeding mountains, stood lit .
tie brown stallion. all alone. 1t looked
like knot in the end of the brown rag
of road that hung over the low ridge
beyond it, Hope was the name In
the middle OF the weathered sign
board, with Winnipeg, y miles" at
the nearer end, and Vancouver, -
miles" at the farther
There was small token of life about
the building SO FAR as even we in the
observation car could see, so when the
conductor came back from the office
with his orders we wondered why the
train did not go on. But pretty soon
tall old man with a - flag under his
arm came from up the track ahead to
the station platform. Some of us had
alighted, and to us he volunteered,
while he rolled his flag closer:
Rock on the track
is it very larger" asked some one.
Nope, they'll get it off purity soon;
like 'nongh in bout ten minutes
That accent was Enthusiastically from
the fStates," and l came nearer where
I could hear all he said. He sat down
on a pile of boxes and in reply to some
remark said meditatively:
Mop trains don hev much 'casion to
stop here long nowadays. Used to be a
purity decent mine up yonner," Jerking
his head toward the little road; then
they war some doin's here"
Mine abandoned?
"Eaup," he was going on, when an
other idea struck him: he looked round
uneasily.
They hain't none you seen Rolly,
hev you?"
who's Rollye"
"W'y, Rolly, he's the dorg;" his eyes
grew anxious; he's great institution
round these parts. Roly Isl
He rose and went quickly to the door
of the station, opened it, and put his
head inside. We heard the click of the
telegraph instrument
Say, Bonnie, where's Rolf" he
called. His voice was different from
that in which he spoke to the men out
side. The answer was inaudible.
"Humph! Curious, amt it? When
did he go?" Again the inaudable re-
ply.
well, he must a heard the whistle"
He came back to the travellers but
with his eyes on the brown road over
the ridge.
"Dndn't it pan out? ?" asked one.
Huh? Oh, the mine! l dunno, /
guess 'twould eff" but the old idea
was too strengths eyes sought the
slope again. Now where in time is
that dorg? He hain't use to missin'
| trains"
What was the matter at the mine?"
ooh. there was ghosts came there, N
| that scarf everybody, n now they
won't no one go nigh but Rolly, and
he's interested Wish t he'd come
anyhow"
"well, what is it about Rolly, my
| friend, is he your dog?" asked a big,
quiet man standing near with his wife.
Nope That is, he is and he amt
one way he's mine and two he amt
| Ofib way he > ItltIb, CAUSE l. iCNo LII ebhN
| banker after i'm eff he amt round.
One way he amt mine. he's Bennie's.
| cause everything I've got that Bonnie
bankers after is hisn, an he thinks a
heap O. Rolly. Bennie's the telegraph
here.
Mother way he amt mine nor Ben
MES neither He hisself thinks he
b'longs to a man t hain't been round
here quite a spell-the last contractor
| at the Hope He left in a leetle hurry
one night, bein found with some mine
pay-money mixed into his own inside
pocket by mistake, n he forgot the
dorg.'
One traveller. acquainted with west
ern euphemisms, asked:
did they hang or shoot him."
The old fellow grinned.
Shot i'm; sent the remnants east in
a box. We han't lookin' for i'm back.
but Rolly is. Yes, sir. he's on hand ev-
cry train, an between times he goes up
to the mine to see eff his man has