The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1900-11-08
A STORY OF THREE DOGS.

Mary Cameron tells in the Novem-
Der st. Nichols a story of three dogs
The other day, she says, l was walking
from the city to the hospital. 1t is a
long walk, and was alone. Just as I
had cleared the city, and was climbing
wearisome hill, dog came walking
towards me. He had coat of white
and.broWn shaggy hair, clean, and soft
as SILK. He did not hesitate, but came
right up to me- and, standing on his
hind feet, put two soft paws up to my
waist, and looked into my face as if he
would say, Good day! l don't know
who you are, but l want you to love
me, and oh, L know you will. Every
body does. l am sure the world must
be full of love-"
What deep, expressive brown eyes he
had. They seemed to speak, although
he did not utter sound. / patted his
head, and he rested against me with the
confidence of trusting child. | stood
a moment and petted him. He seemed
to expect it. Presently l babe him
good-by, and walked on.
1t was not long before l met another
dog. He was little black fellow, and
his small eyes fairly danced with mirth
as they peeked out from under their
hairy lids. He was evidently DESTROYS
| OF play. He darted toward me, and
circled round me, bouncing and wag-
ging his tail He was soon off to the
road again. l threw up nv gloved
hand, and called, ''Come, little doggy
He came, only to be off again like
flash, looking back every moment. as
he ran. as if to say, "What are you
walking at that snairs pace for? You'll
never catch me in the world" He did
not come to me again. / think he was
disguised. SO | walked on.
1t was some moments before | saw
another dog, but just as / was turning
into the broad, tir-bordered avenue lead
ing to the hospital, l spied a big, spotted
fellow trottlng toward me- AS he near
ed me, he looked up with a forbidding
eye, and began to tuck his tail close to
his hind legs. He came on, and as he
| was passing grasped fold of my dress,
which was dragging ON the ground. My
motion seemed to brighten him, for
with a bound, he commenced to run
down the road. | looked back, and he
stopped at some distance and seemed
to watch me, probably to see if | had
meant to strike him
! IN learn something about the home
lie OF these dogs" | said to myself.
found that the brown-spotted dog
was called Pete He was the pet of
an invalid. She could not Jump, and
frisk, and play; she could only love
him, and he had learned to be gentle,
! loving little dog.
The little black fellow was Bounce.
He was the pet of family of boys and
girls. He played with them all day
long, and at night he was put to sleep
i'm a nice warm bod
The last dog was "Dick." Poor Dick :,
lie belonged to rough, unkind family
He was not half fed, and feared to put
his head i'll at his masters door, for fear
of kick. At night he sought shelter
from the cold and SNOW anywhere he
could find it. When | met him he was
doubtless returning from the hospital
back yard, where good Christine. the
cook. is ready to feed all the stray dogs
and cats that come to her And such
dogs as poor Dick are quick to find any
body with a kind heart like Christine's S.
SO | have begun to think dogs are like
looking glasses, rejecting the manners
of their masters in their own. If had
a dog I'd want him to be like Pete: but
if ! were boy OF girl I'd want him to
be like Bounce.