Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1900-07-19

checked plaid folded across MS Dig
chest, and over that an ample High
land cloak flung on in negligent man
ner, half to hide his arm, which, for
time, he wore in a 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 a
glassy-eyed, dead Maybe, and proceed
ed to tie up CALAIS legs, while John
bound a cruel mixture of gag and muz-
zle round her long nose. All the while
the startled but obedient,animal looked
up to her master with melting tender
ness in her trusting eyes. Into her
sage head, however, John implanted
the idea all was well. He assured her,
saying: "Be canny the moo, lassie-
Dauve wull be douce WI ye." Into his
plaid, where he had often on the Fife
Lomonds in years past carried sick
lamb, David Gorrie slipped the bound
Gala.
at is a guild job she is o. the wee
Sort" said. John; "they aye said at
Cupar she was owre sma', but Pm
recht pleased kept her and no the
ither 1 sold to Andrew Bethune. She
was unco' big"
He drew the flap of the Highland
cloak over her gagged face, and the
arm supposed to be in a sling kept
her secure and quiet.
Gorrie saw his two brothers in the
boat and watched them row off in the
dark toward the shore. Who, seeing
these three big, raw-boned Scotch
men, would think they were consum-
mate actors? No one guessed John
Gorrie's depression and grief as he
sat in public that afternoon caressing
Gala was all assumed. The sturdy
giant, David Gorrie, rolled in plaid
and cloak, appeared to onlpokers but
a simple shepherd from mp country
come only to greet the new chum"
brother, having to knock off work be-
cause of his hurt arm. Three cunning
schemers, these obtuse, loutish Filters
proved themselves to be. Gorrie went
back to his cabin and blackened old
Magpie's grizzled muzzle with
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 around her neck,
gashed the old dogs throat, and, for
fear a closer inspection might prove
CALAIS dead body somewhat elderly,
he enveloped 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, who was
seeing if he could not clear out that
night.
Il did it myself, sir" he said, touch
ing his hat to the commander; Il
could ma thole anither handlin' her
and my brither thocht a stane might
slip"
Gorrie bent over the stark body OF
the once active collie in his arms, gaz-
ing at it remorsefully, for the honest
shepherd had become for the love OF
his dog a willy actor.
"Quite right, my man. Here, quar-
termaster, 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 1 said,
you should not have brought her.
Will you have a glass of whisky?"
Thank you kindly, sir. I've no OBJ
lection to a dram, but by your leave
I'll put her over. For a their regu-
lations 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 a watery
grave.
Soon the engines began their work,
and they steamed OH in the clear
night to Port Chalmers, Dunedin's
seaport. Gorrie was "dowie and wac"
every one supposed it was because
of the dogs death, but his extra SOL
cmn 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 its neck. "A warn
ing not to bring out home dogs" said
the customs officials, pointing to the
swollen, distorted corpse, little guess
ing that among the tussock covered
hills of Southland an agile collie, of
the color of a shepherds plaid,
"mobbed" the far scattered focks, or
gavorted gayly at the heels of John
Gorrie's cantering steed, and this self
same collie answered to the name IL
-Globe-Democrat.