The Princeton union., 1900-11-29
IA man, with rough black beard and great,

man, with rough black beard and great,
bare, hairy arms
That's me. Who wants Sam Nc
Killop? VIII it be you, mem %
Its about my dog, Mr.. McKill0p"
said sweetly. "a golden collie; an
swers to the name of Roy
II mind him. But did you say you.
mem? T. was thinking anither person
owned him. him as brocht him to me-
~ don't know who that could be.
But am in charge OF him, and want
you to be kind to hi1n"-I handed over
Il sovereign-Nand to bear with him.
for he has queer temper sometimes.
l hope he will give you no trouble"
"Ma certie he'll give no trouble. I'm
no. flashed for that He's douce and
quiet eneucl,, I'm thinking. Cam here
like wee lammie trotting at the heels
OF the chap that brocht him."
"Was it some one who caught him,
do you think? should like to know
"Mayhap. But | thocht he owned
him, the beast lippened to him so kind
ly, and he lay down just at a word, as
though from an old friend"
Found out his mistake like a sensi-
bic creature, l suppose, and thought it
best to settle down till he found me.
Will you take me to see him, Mr.. Nc
Killop, please?'
Hes yonder, in the hutch under the
bulkhead; snug in his straw, and max
ing the best o't-a lesson to mair con-
trairy Christians. =.
I followed the indication, and there
was Roy lying at ease in his rude ken
mel; his beautiful head rested On his
two fore paws, and he looked perfectly
contented and happy. At my approach
he barely lifted his large, sleepy eyes,
but there was something like q wink
Of recognition in them, accompanied by
rustic in the straw from the wagging
Of his ponderous tail :
This complete change in his demean-
OF was a pleasant surprise I did not
seek to explain it to myself, but speak
ing few words Of encouragement, I
left him. More pressing matters called
me aft The steamer was already be-
yond the shelter Of the land, and the
SC<1 tlSSA l1ScIi UHucI a 1HAL lECSueu1uS
summer gale.
l was not sorry to get back to my
berth. and soon had no further concern
with mundane affairs, or the passage
| Of time. Ny only recollections Of the
next three days are q confused
memory of acute discomfort. We were
all Wretchedly ill-mother, poor dear:
Fanshawe, Of course, and I, although
hitherto I had liked the sea.
Ny own collapse was, no doubt, the
reaction from the keen anxieties that
had oppressed me before departure
They were as keen as ever now; but
when l reused myself from the stupor
| Of seasickness, and crawled up Oh
deck to breathe the magnificent ozoniz-
ed air of the Atlantic, 1 felt revived
and more fit to face them.
Some one helped me to my deck
| chair. It was my friend Mr.. Rossiter.
Some one had placed it in sheltered
corner-Mr. Rossiter. Some one got
| wraps for me, and novel, and q deck
steward with a cup Of invigorating
beef tea; this same some one left me in
peace to recover health and strength
always Mr.. Rossiter. l blessed the
kindly, consi2erate chiva1ry of Ameri-
can men.
Now, as I lounged there lazily, be-
gan to look into things q little more
closely. and TO consider how far had
advanced matters or served the cause
| by this escapade Of mine.
l had failed in the very first task I
had set myself, that Of keeping a watch
upon the conspirators. had seen
nothing of them for three days.
knew no more about them than when I
had come on board, and had no clear
notion how l should act when arrived
! in New York, what would be best, or
what would come Of anything I did.
Despair and dependency seized me;
I felt utterly helpless. useless, and was
full Of self reproach. Yet daylight was
nearer than thought. now saw Mr..
Rossiter approaching and leading Roy
| by his chain.
"Here's some one you may be glad to
see,' he said pleasantly. Il got leave
| to give him q short run
"Your dog? What a handsome crea-
ture!' said a lady seated by my side,
and, turning, l saw to my surprise it
| was the Duchess Of TERRA Sagrada.
Roy, who was a, lump Of conceit, per-
fectly understood the compliment. 1t
was. one Of his we'll behaved days. he
sat there, solemn and self satisfied, Civ
ing paw and doing all his little tricks
almost without asking, while the
duchess petted and made much Of him
| without the least protest on his part
Then with quick motion Of not un-
natural curiosity the duchess looked
at his collar. 1t was no doubt a civil
way Of finding out who l was, but the
result was something Of shock to us
both. For when she started back in
surprise that had terror in it, remem-
bered that his collar still bore his mas.
ter's name and regiment, Captain W.
A. Wood, -th regiment
"Who are you? What does this''-
she began hurriedly, but recovered her.
self and said, with great self-control:
"You know Captain Wood, then? We