The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1900-09-08
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
!. jim DORSEY'S PUPS
By Edith Kelley Stokely.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
MAJ. LOWRY'S home was one of the
VI finest in Binphamton The old

MI Al. LOWRY'S home was one OF the
lvI finest in Binghamton. The old
mansion, with its many widening
wings, glittering windows and heavy
columned porticoes, painted always
creamy white, was treat to the eye;
but the spacious lawns that stretched
about it were the attraction before
which townspeople and strangers alike
stopped with EXPLANATIONS of de-
light.
There were stately trees from north
,ern climes shedding their cones and
needles with their soft rustic. and
standing ever green and beautiful
through the coolest months. There
were Towering shrubs from the far
south that burdened the air with their
fragrance through the summer.
The gravel walks twisted away, past
the fountain where marble boy stood
ever catching the heavy spray with out
turned hands, past handsome beds of
yerbenas, glowing clumps of gladio-
luses, and away to the stables in the
rear where three fine carriage-horses
.arched their necks and whined to their
painstaking groom. Yet despite the
delight of all this, the majors grand
son was the most miserable little boy
in the world-and all because Jim Dor
sey's dog had pups!
Jim Dorsey was the boy that lived
in the little tumble-down house adj
joining the majors handsomest lawn.
The major thought seriously of buy
ing the grounds on which the little
shanty stood, at an outrageously high
figure, too, simply because he consid-
cred ii blot upon the face of nature.
Not a blade of grass dared to rear
its head on that 4O-foot lot. If it did.
Jim Dorsey, or Bill Dorsey or Jerry
Dorsey or one of the other five Dorseys
ran or leaped or turned handsprings
upon it, and promptly ended its mis-
cradle existence. Mrs. Dorsey was not
nervous. Maj. Lowry was. And this
brings us back to Jim Dorsey's pups.
They were beauties: Two Jet black,
one marked with white star upon its
forehead, the other two spotted lib
orally with white and a brick-colored
red. The breed was-well, never mind,
the Dorseys didn't care anything about
that, and for that matter neither did
the majors grandson as he stood over
the pups, with a kindling feeling of jeal-
.ousy and alteration, and q feigned ex-
preston of indifference and patronage,
doing battle upon his face.
"How many you going to keep" said
Benjamin Lowry Hargraves, thrusting
his small hands into his velveteen pock-
cts and stretching his small legs apart,
after the manner of a connoisseur.
Keep! Keep 'em all, of course" said
Jim Dorsey, fondling the pups with a
fearfully grimy hand.
"If / was going to own one" oo-
served Benjamin, slowly, with the
faintest perceptible culver in his voice.
'''I'd take the black one with the spot
on its head"
Mrs. Dorsey put her head fo- mo-
ment through the door of the 'lean-
to-" She was large woman with
a wide mouth, decidedly upturned
nose, but withal kind, motherly face.
IF you want one of the pups, Benja-
min" she said, "Jim will spare you
one when it's old enough; won't you,
.Jim?'
"Yep," said Jim, still absorbed in
fondling his treasures.
Benjamin swallowed hard. "Td like
one" he said, "but don't know. My