Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1901-11-07

bled along into the village and up the
main street of the town. sss .ss-s
A yellow cat suddenly bounded out OF
Smiths Emporium and Hoped across
the street in front of the horse The dog,
from under the wagon. started In puf-
suit, but his movements were too slow
The hind wheel caught him and bore him
to the ground. where he lay, bowling with
pain. egs ~ Ast
Thornton stopped his horse and whit
more climbed out and took the dog in. his
arms The animal looked appealfngly into
his face and whined dismally. The judges
face grew grave and tears glistened IL
his eyes. A crowd gathered while Whit
more stroked his dogs shaggy coat In
helpless pity and scowled at Thornton.
Cant help st." said the major from
his seat Your dogs so Internal smart,
thought he'd had more sense than TO get
in the way Of a movin' wheel
The judges lips twftched angrily.
Major" he said, severely, you're an
old fool. SIR
The crowd suddenly parted and O. young
woman, carrying surgeons case. made
her way to the judges side. She was tall
and graceful-pretty but not handsome.
But there was tender compassion In her
large, brown eyes. She kneeled beside
the wounded brute and petted his mead.
What an intelligent looking -iSlal,"
she said. 80
The judges eyes spafkled and he glanc-
ed triumphantly at the major.
The woman stopped and examined the
dogs leg that hung. limp and useless, at
his side. why, his leg is broken, she
said. rs he your dog?" -
"Yes'm," said Whitmore. patheticallys
wouldn't take farm for him. Owned
him for years. We're great friends.
Dan1 an l." The dog looked up in his
masters face and wagged his tail, AN
then-an' then, Dick gave him to me be-
fore he went TO the city
"Dick?" said the woman.
"Yes'm." said the judge. Dick Whit
more, my son. ~ -.
"Oh," replied the woman, and her eyes
twinkled merrily. well, bring him over
to my ONCE; I'll fix him up and he'll be
as good as ever in short time.
Whitmore smiled, and taking the dog
in his arms followed her. -Dan1 10
smart dog" he said, but he didn't know
the major was such blamed 1901 that
he'd drive over him"
A fortnight later. the Judge received a
letter from his son. 1t read:
'Dear Father: Now don't swear when
tell YOU that have so completely re-
covered from the old fogyism which. one
inhales with the atmosphere IN Cloverdale,
that have actually. fallen IN love WITH q
new woman-a female doctor. We are 70
be married shortly. My intended Is now
a resident of your fossiIized old town,
Where she insisted in locating and OPEN
ing an ONCE in spite OF my vehement pro-
tests and my assurance that she would
be run out Of the village inside OF
week. Her sign reads, sNettie Graham,
ND and while she does not make q
speciality of canine surgery. she is quite
successful in that line, believe. I trust
that pre1udice will not force you TO with
hold your eongratulatIons.f Your way.
ward son, sO1Ch. =
The return mail carried the judges 10
ply. 1t was brief, but c0ncise:.e - ~
Dear Dick: I always knew you Fere
a lucky dog. Mass Grahamss got more
right down hard sense than all the otn-
er residents of Cloverdale put together,
including Dan1. She knows q smart deg
when she sees one, and that's more than
can be said about Major Thornton, VINO
poses as a modern Solomon. God bless
you, my boy. Your forgiving father
"HEZEKIAH WHITMOREs