New-York tribune., 1902-12-21
Her Little velIos0 Dog.
IN TWO PARTS-PART III.

The little yellow dog who had cuddled into the
basket of clean clothes beside the little red dress
that he thought belonged to the only person VINO
had ever loved him. at last reached his destination
The wagon stopped. the washerwoman hfted the
basket from it and carried it down a few steps
A door into a bright, hall opened and some
one said
Good evening. Mrs. Mulligan: you're late with
the clothes tonight. You needn't mind taxing
them upstairs I'll get Williams to do that- ana
1 hope you will have very merry Christmas, Mrs
MuIIigan" AS she said the last she put something
into the washerwomans hand
ooh thank you" said Mrs. Mullgan, you're
very kind en- 1 wish you the same many times
The little yellow dog heard all this and through
the side of the basket he could see how very happy
the washerwoman looked when the other woman
wished her merry Christmas. He had been try
ing to see the face of the woman who had let
them in. He afraid he had got into the wrong
place after all. and that he shouldn't find his little
girl.
The basket stood in the hall for a long time The
little yellow dog thought they would never come
to take out the clothes. He could hear little feet
running over floor above and screams of laugh
ter. Once a door opened somewhere, and he heard
n voice call to William to take the clothes up into
the nursery.
The little yellow dog nearly jumped out OF his
skin when he heard the voice. for he was pretty
sure 1t was the voice of the sweet woman he had
seen at the applewoman's with the little girl Al
most Immediately man took up the basket and
the little yellow dog felt that he was being carried
upstairs Two flights they ascended before the
clothes were brought 10 large warm room. where
there was a fire burning the hearth. The little
yellow dog couldn't distinguish many things in the
ROOM for it was only lighted by the blaze from the
fire though he could see that there was a bed near
him, with curtains about It,
When the had gone out the little yellow dog
yentured TO raise his head and look about. Every
! thing was as still mouse Only the hre
cracked on the hearth. it blazed up brightly
He looked all around him. and particularly at the
he'd for there surely. the little girl he loved
He knew her by the golden hair spread out over
lust outside the fold OF white sheet Sne was
fast asleep He wanted TO get out or the basket
and run to her end lick her hand. but just then
he heard some one coming up the stairs. He darted
his head down and waited.
The door opened softly and a man came into
the room The first impulse or the NIUE yeIloH
dog was to bark but he liked the mans looks, ana
kent quiet The tiptoed across the room 70
tba he'd There he bent over the little girl and
kissed her. Gentle was his caress. she aWoke-
Stretching out her hands to him and trying 70
omen her sleepy eyes, she asked: is ou SANTA
Claus? Cause If 'ou is / want TO tell ou some
The man smiled and lifted the child to his arms
No little sweetheart, ne said, carrying her 70 d
seat before the fire, I'm not Santa CIauS' IN
papa" -, ,oo,,,,s -, =, him. II
fought 'ou was Santa Claus
''Were you looking for Santa ClausT
rs" she answered; did 'ou see him
No he replied. but guess he'll be mere be
with so many little boys and girls 70 remember
DO you fink, papa. at Santa Claus VIII orinS
me a little elbow goggie?''
IT'S hard to tell what dear old Santa Claus and