New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1899-12-10
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.,,, ,or the eager little paws against her dress
we're muddy. Lucy turned on him, her deiio@'e
face quivering with Indignation 49, ,o
How dare you touch my oos' ~" "
"But the brute was injuring your dress 49,,
She picked up Bottles, mud and all ana Kh'Seu
the tan head II, ,u.o,
Let him injure my dress as much AZ he "N''
hut never touch him again -,
He laughed but her anger nettleo MN any
no decided that when she and her dog peioiisct
to him he would 10 as he liked. Through tntI
day at least she hated Mr. Rushton as c3rdlaly
as Bottles himself did, and for week Hne rai
ried the dogs dinner herself to the staDe' anu
then the awakened loyalty went TO sleep asain'
She was so occupied with visiting and enter
toining that she had no time to remember her
old favOrite, and for long miserable DAYS poo'''
never caught n glimpse OF her. II,
she doesn't want you now, old CHAP SaIu
tho stable helm. who was his friend in a rough
way. you did well enough when you was Oo'"
roor together but you are out of II now.
And BOTTLES listening, dropped his head for,
lornly and took TO creeping about as II ne naI
no right anywhere; his coat grew sJariHs anu
ne lost all pride in himself The other dogs de-
spised him as a cur Of no spirit at ALL ana oIteh
ate his dinner as he sat looking YEARLY on
caring very little if they left him none:
MANY months passed. and the time when laggeu
ca sadly with Bottles seemed to Lucy to ny.
There was always something going on ana sne
lived in a whirl-a pleasant whrl, with no hard
work in it, The thought did occur to her that
Boobies looked very thin. but it just hasheu
into her mind and out again, being 50 preoccu-
pied. Moreover, she had her own harassmentS,
and a decision was necessary for which she 1elt
hardly ready c,,i,,
There had been two deaths in John Sinclair $
office and he had written 70 say that AT ldsl
his ship had come prOsperOusly nome, thdt ms
nosition was better and his income even niue
above the coveted amount But ne sara hothih5
beyond these facts, for John had delcate anu
scrupulous sense Of honor which forbade MN
TO claim her He faithful, and 1t was TOT
her to speak now, and she knew H.
Two hundred year! To the old Lucy such
n sum had seemed a vain dream Of opuence
hut now she spent nearly that in dress ana
amusement for Uncle Marsh. with view TO
future profits. was exceedingly liberal TO her
Two hundred a year seen through the Soiueh
haze Of the Rushton wealth looked ridiculous
absurd almost to vanishing point OF course
she loved John. but it was a great sacrlflce ana
she would wait little before answering den
ntely A month passed-two months-and sun
she waited but sense OF unWOrthlness dlmmed
even the auriferous atmosphere in when she
lived and she was irritable and Ill at ease
Boot'es. TOO felt ailing and weak and one wet
evening he made despalrng rush-tor the
last timo-to Iucy's room. He reached 1t trl-
umphantly, and flung himself little muddy.
trembling heap of joy, upon her dinner dress OF
white silk In the far-Off happy days OF serge
dresses they had neither of them minded muddy
paws but now he had done irreparable mis-
chief and in ordering his instant dismissal she
struck him angrilv.
He whined piteousy they drove him away