Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1901-03-02

easy familiarity, she disdained no 70.
ply at all. It vas clear the conspirtori
" ere not a happy family.
While / sat looking intently at thest
people and engrossed with very ee
rious thoughts, 1 was disturbed b!
Fanshawe, my maid, who came up ant
said, in a very fretful. disappointed
tone!
please, Miss Frida, I'm Worried II
death with this tiresome dog. Whatever
made you bring him Is more than / car
say. / can do nothing with him."
Roy had been pretty good till now,
and when we got on board the tender
/ handed him over to Fanshawe. He
had followed her very obediently from
the train to the quayside, but when
once embarked had shown the most
unaccountable restlessness. He began
questing about the deck, dragging Fen.
Shave after him, for he had great
strength and, besides, he growled so
threatehihgly that she vas forced 70
give In to him. When / took him In
hand he displayed the same restless
ness. At last, in despair, she appealed
to me.
1 again took the leash out Of her
hand and tried to pacify him. AS a
rule / could manage him. He had
taken TO me long before, In the early
days OF our acquaintance, and now,
since Willie was gone. he transferred
his affection, as / hoped, to me. But
now / had lost all control over him.
He would not keep quiet, still much
less crouch down at my feet. He dis
dained to obey. / tried all ways with
him-spoke to him softly and sweetly,
scolded him and cuffed him, but all to
no purpose. He stood away from me
at the longest distance his chain would
allow, as IL we were utter strangers
and his only Idea was to break entirely
away at the very first chance.
Then, just as Our tender ran along
side the great liner. and l was occu-
pied with mother and all our belong
ings, he made one great snatch at his
chain. 1t slipped through my fingers
and In an instant he was gone. He
ran forward to the bows Of the tug,
and / could hear him raging furiously
along the deck through the throng
with loud, quite joyous yelps. as eager
as If he was rounding up a flock OF
scattered sheep on the mountain home
OF his ancestors.
In the end / saw him crossing the
gangway at the fore part-that put
down for the second cabin passengers.
He was thrusting his way through
them noisily, and was one of the earli-
est at the ladder, which he ran up, TO
disappear hastily into the big ship.
Directly l had installed mother into
a snug place in the music room and set
Fanshawe to unpack / made inquiries
for the dog.
Dog, miss?" said q passing stew
I'd. rs he a passenger? Then this
butcher will have him safe. II not.
guess he is made into sausages by this
time, for the chief officers bound TO
have him hanged"
II have paid for the dogs ticket, and
perhaps you will be good enough to de
rect me to the butcher" ! said sharp.
ly. Il wish to see that the dog is made
comfortable"
Hell be that, miss, sure enough, II
he's peaceably disposed; otherways
Sam McKillop has a heavy hand with
the ropes end"
Full Of misgivings for Roy. whose
Cross grained nature seemed likely to
get him into trouble, / went in all
haste to the far stern, picking my way
among all sorts OF dirt TIL some one
produced Sam McKillop, n big, burly
mn, with rough black beard and great,
bare, hairy arms.
That's me. Who wants Sam Nc
Killop? viii 1t be you, menu"
IT'S about my dog, Mr.. McKillop." I
said sweetly. "A golden collie; an
swers to the name OF Roy"
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