Arizona republican., 1898-07-09

rolling his sightless eyes toward the passers-by as he grinds out the knock kneed tunes, the small brown monde script dog poses on block of wood di- rectly in front of his master. In his mouth he holds tiny basket, and the expression in the wistfully intelligent face says as plainly as any words. Please give us a penny"
 Day in and day out the little brown dog has proved a solicitor few could resist. Whenever coin rattles in the basket the old man cries: "Towser. say thank you!" Whereupon Towser bows his shaggy head till the pennies dance again and wags his stumpy tail in gratitude.
 Once only has the trusty animal mo- mentarily deserted his post, md that was under circumstances more than usually trying to canine sensibilities. A few days ago a butchers wagon. in rapid flight down the street, dropped a seductive beefsteak bone within 8 few yards of Towser's post. The little dog gave a deep sigh, but, sternly re sisting the temptation, gripped his l basket more firmly than before, and like a modern stoic kept up his mute solicitation.
 Only now and then his weather eye" traveled longingly toward the coveted tidbit. Suddenly every mus cle in his body stiffened and lis ab- breviated tail quivered with excite ment. A stray cat had discovered the bone and was making every prepara- tion to disappear in it's company For second Towser wavered. His basket and responsibility oppressed him, but the sight of the vanishing bone was too much for him. With glance at his master that spoke vol umes, Towser gently deposited the basket close to the old mans hand, dashed out into the road and routed the enemy with a bark that sounded like a miniature cannonade. Then with the rescued bone he trotted back hap oily, laid his treasure on the block, and picking up his basket resumed lis labors, at peace with all mankind
 Go into the dusty, coal-be grimmed little village of New Durham in these days and you will find on every lip. | deep written on the heart of every child the story of Nero, the pig New foundland dog that used to race with every train that swept through the tiny WOOQen star i0n.
 | Today, Nero's body, mangled and i torn, lies under a roughly made mound in a little corner outside the cemetery | gates, for Nero has met death ty the monster whose power he had 70 often 1 def1ed, but it was by his own act. l Bunches of flowers, all withered, rest on the little mound. They were placed
 there by the children who loved him. l Nero died because his gentle heart broke under the disgrace of punish ment. He had been beaten for tearing the dress of May Hall, the tiny fairy
 whose humble servant he was. Her
 father was determined that Nero i should appreciate the full significance ! of his punishmen The tattered dress
 was solemnly held before him. Then , he was whipped until he whined for
 pity.
 Then Nero crept into a corner and
 hid himself from the eyes of all. How
 much of agony his heart suffered, in
 the two days that followed will never
 be known. He was dumb And that
 made his load all the heavier, because he longed to tell his little distress
 how sorry he was for having destroyed
 her pretty frock; that it was only done
 in play; that he loved her too much l to harm a hair of her head.
 The familiar figure of the engine
 coming at full speed down the track
 aroused him. Witnesses of what fcl-
 lowed saw Nero quietly trot down to
 the side of the track, Sit there and
 wait with his eyes fixed upon the l headlight, until, as the engine reached
 the station, he deliberately laid him
 self down on the track and was swal- lowed up.
 All the children of the village fol- lowed Nero to his grave. They may l live to be old men and women, but ! they will always believe that Nero
 ended his life because he could not en-
 dure disgrace.-N. Y. World.
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