Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-02-03

lem. The question had been large in his
mind what could have Influenced Mrs.
Morton to deny Dewey admission to the
Bible class. He had 1t now. Dewey was
an unlicensed dog. He had successfully
eluded the vigilance of the policeman ana
had laid him low in the cellar, trembling
and breathless, when the dog wagon went
changing MOSTLY through the streets. 1t
had been trial to Franks soul and to
Dewey's also, this surreptltious, precar-
ious existence, and they both longed for
the privilege Of stalking abroad at all
times and all hours with the certainty OF
legal protection. But dog licenses cost
money. sE
Frank was full Of plans and schemes as
he staiked back home. Dewey's tail was
I'D. and he chased several larger dogs and
barked loudly at the challenging cat when
they passed her again. Franks mind went
over a hundred schemes how to get the
requisite money, but none seemed in the
least feasible. He might have gone to Gus
or TO Abe Powers for help or advice; they
always knew things, but he had heard
smoker from the boys bench and he had
wrathfdlly decided that never more would
any Of them share with him in the glad
possession Of Dewey, Then followed some
long. hard days. when Frank was to be
seen running to and fro very much, and so
important was he and so busy that 1t was
a difficult matter to elicit any courteous
reply from him on the matter. The con-
clave Of Dago Joe's was first Indifferent to
his evident avoidance OF them; then inter-
ested, curious. and finally determined to
find out. 'tf
."Feners, dere's- somep'n' up said Dob
son one day.
Huh. he amt so warm. % srowled an
other.
Charming, suddenly.
go az nthHr CrrAlX
Where was Dewey? He had not been seen
since that hapless sunday when he had
tried to join the Bible class.
"Dere's somep'n' up" reiterated Dob
son.
The delIcatessen woman was in the
secret, and II was her pennies and dimes
that were going to NIL Franks powder
can, hid in, his mothers cupboard, while
he ran errands and did chores. Dewey
spent his time in the cellar, because 1t
was not possible for him TO be running
about so much. Those were dreary, lonely
days for him, and he whined and curled
himself up in his box, and slept much.
He knew that brighter days were coming,
and that was all that rendered his soli-
tude bearable, Also, the sausages from
the delicatessen store were pretty good.
One day the baking powder can was
| full, and Frank went joyously forth to
buy the license and the collar. 1t was a
| &. sore temptation 10 LdhG OCWCy win
but the walk to the city hall was long and
the day hot, and Frank knew that II he
spent ten cents for carfare there would
not be money enough. - AS. he trudged
down the avenue he chuckled to himself
to think how outdone the other fellows
would be when they heardtof his going on
that errand by himself. He pictured Dob
sons disappointment at not being allowed
| to go in that place where policemen are
as nothing before the higher officials.
But finally, when he stood tremblingly
before the purveyor of licenses and whis-
/ pered hurriedly, with dry hps, the par
| ticulars of Dewey, and received the gio-
rious privilege of keeping him. Frank s
| enjoyment Of ~. all was diminished some
what by the thought that there was no
/ one of his acquaintancesst TO see or hear
| him. He bought the collar at a nearby
store, and trudged the long way home.
whistling and eager, and rushed into the
cellar calling wildly to Dewey to see what
/ he had bought.
In a minute or two ,he'ewas out in the
again, wild eyed and incoherent, and had
rushed to the conciave, VINO regarded him
] With cold, but curious. interest. M
Say, you feilers," he. began wildly
where's Dewey2f
Jaw. now. don't do a Teller dat-a-way
where's my dog?" .st :. t-.+
earn shifted Abe Powers. Gt
Homes, felIers, amt you seen my
| dawg? He's gone. he is. sDewey's gone"
''Wot you givin' us?". demanded Dobson
Franks tears were falling now, and ne
wiped his eyes swiftly on his sleeve. The
bows were moved, but at the piteous
shake of his back as he turned away Leslie
| Charming stopped him and asked:
f."Ain't your dawg down cellar?"
mo, no--he amt. His ropes broken
an'-an-I got license an collar fer him
i too"
The tide OF interest went at once from
| ebb to Hood, and r'de gang rose as one
| man and went to the cellar Of $40. There
was no Dewey; there was no rope coilar
the rope was broken. They stood anC
stared blankly at each other, and ther
bent their heads over the license In awe
Despite Franks sobs as he told his story
he was a heroic figure to them. one, wnc
had been in the City Hall and had actu
hlly bartered with the Mighty IN the Hlgr
seats. was not one to be despised, ever
If he did sob when another would nave
been stoical. Il,
There was a search instituted, wnlcf
| lasted even for many days. but DeweS
was not to be found The unanimous
opinion, borne out by the chewed rope