The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1900-06-08

Ieht aid sad, Ss.t,Hs AS i'll the ''dU:eful
/ dumps" stroking Calais shapely, sleek
! head. There he remained till dark, a
stolid figure with his piteous faced collie
contemplating him. His brothers came
| out again when the saloon passengers
were at dinner. Many Of them bemoaned
the fate of the dog that had been their
fellow passenger for six weeks, for Gala
had been noted and admired by ALL Da-
yid, the eldest of the Gorries, Wore a
shepherds chcckered plaid, folded across
his big chest, and over that an ample
highland cloak flung on in negligent man
ner, half to hide his arm, which for the
time he wore in Il sling. The two men
talked to John and accompanied him
down below, saying they would help him
with Gala. Once in the cabin David
Gorrie took out of his plaid CLASSY eyed
dead Maggie and proceeded to tie up Ca
las legs, while John bound 4 cruel mix
ture of gag and muzzle round her long
nose. All the while the startled but obe-
dent animal looked up TO her master
with melting tenderness in her trusting
eyes. Into her sage head, however, John
implanted the idea all was well. He as
surcd her. saying: "Be canny the moo,
lassic. Dauvc wull be douce wi ye."
Into his plaid. where he had often on the
Fife LomonGa in years past carried
sick lamb. David Gorrie slipped the
bound Gala.
1T is a guild job she is of the wee SORT"
said John. They aye said ut Cupar she
was owrc sma', but I'm recht pleased l
kccpit her and no the ither sold to An
drew Bcthunc. She was unco' big"
He drew the flap of the highland cloak
over her gagged face, and the arm sup
posed to be in sling kept her secure and
quiet.
Gorric saw his two brothers into the
boat and watched them row off in the
dark toward the shore. Who, seeing
these three big, rawboned Scotchmen,
would think they were consummate ac-
tors? No one guessed John Gorrie's de-
preston and grief as he sat that after
noon caressing Gala was all assumed.
Tho sturdy giant, David Gorrie, rolled in
plaid and cloak, appeared to onlookers
but q simple shepherd from up country
come only to greet the new chum"
brother, having to knock off work be-
cause OF his hurt arm. Three cunning
schcmers these obtuse, loutish Filters
proved themselves to be. Gorrie went
back to his cabin and blackened old Mag
pies griZZled muzzle with q piece Of coal.
She was marked like all her breed, hair
for hair, the same as her younger sister,
except where age had put his white sign
on her. He tied a stone round her neck,
gashed the old dogs throat, and, for fear
a closer inspection might prove Calais
dead body somewhat elderly, he envelop-
ed it in the corner of his plaid as in a
shroud. He carried her forward, his
knife in his hand, and walked up to the
captain.
II did it myself, SIR" he said, touching
his hat to the commander. 81 could ma
tho!e anither handling her, and my BIRTH
or thocht a stane might Slip"
Gerrc bent over the stark body of the |
once active collie in his arms, gazing at
it remorsefully, for the honest shepherd
had become for the love of his dog q |
willy actor.
"Quitc right, my man. Here, quarter
master. Tell the customs officer to look |
here. That dog we declared is dead. I'm |
sorry for you, shepherd, for she was a |
nice beast; but. as | said, you should not |
have brought her. Will you have glass |
of whisky"
THANK you kindly, sir. I've no objec-
ton to dram. but by your leave I'll put |
her over. For a their regulations and |
hydrophobia talk there is no collie in |
New Zealand, forbye Fife, to beat my |
Gala"
He stepped to the side, lowered the |
rigid black and white body and threw |
her overheard into watery grave.
Soon the engines began their work, |
and they steamed on in the clear night |
to Port Chalmers, Dunedin's seaport. |
Gorrie was "dowie and wae"-every one |
supposed it was because Of the dogs |
death, but his extra solemn looks were !
caused by anxiety as to her safety.
The body Of black and white collie |
floated ashore at the Bluff. The stone |
had slipped from it's neck. "a warning |
not to bring out home dogs" said the |
customs officials. pointing to the swollen. |
distorted corpse, little guessing that
among the tussock covered hills of South |
land an agile collie OF the color of n |
shepherds plaid ''mobbed' the far scat. /
tered nocks or gavorted Eayly at the heels |
of John Gorrie's cantcring steed. and this |
sclfsamP collie answered to the name of |
Gala. -Washington Post.