The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-10-26

\ L was very dusty. disreputable
pink nose that pushed open the
back gate of No. IL Templeton
flats, and it was followed by a
shabby canine body that had once been
white, but was at present dingy
drab, the result of infrequent bathing,
The apparition lodged, evidently ex-
pecting brick or billet of wood for
welcome, instead of which soft ju-
yenile voice said encouragingly;
Come in, old fellow; don't be afraid,
there isn't anybody here but me-
And ''old fellow" wiggled along,
showing gladness and gratitude in
every motion, and made his war to a
small boy seated on box in one corner
of the yard. engaged in fixing some
sort of a mechanical toy The dog
wagged his abbreviated tail in an at
tempt to be fond. and at the same
time exhibited a row of dazzling white
teeth in an undershot jaw. and he
looked very tough, but little Mark
Roberts was not the least bit afraid
He patted the stray dogs head. called
him 'old fellow" and then bethought
him that it would only be kind to give
him something to eat. So the next
thing the cook in the Roberts family
saw was Master Mark. in white blouse
and lace collar, entering her spotless
kitchen with down-at-the-heel bull
dog that was from all appearances at
outs with the world.
Lava MASSEY. yo' drefful boy, wha
20 mudder say an yo fadder when
day see dat dogf"
She gathered her skirts about her
prepared to run. but Marks pleading
arms were about her fat waist and she
dropped in a heap and gathered him
into the fold of her sheltering arms,
while the dog waited at respectful
distance snufling the odor of a roast
cooking in the oven.
He's awful hungry. Cindy, and
think he's lost Maybe if YOU wash
him mamma viii let me keep him.
I've wanted a real live dog all my
life, Cindy."
Dress de chile, he talks es eff he was
Is Dlt - AIFAAluCNltAis NliuN Aliths
and straightway she began a rum
mage for bones and odds and ends left
from the table, and these were carried
outside and made fine feast for the
starved stranger But what to do
with him next? If only Cindy were to
tory, but Marks mother hated dogs.
She often said So and believed it her
self Mr. Roberts was totally unac-
quainted with the canine type, was al
ways spotlessly dressed. and while
not especially disliking the animals,
wanted them to keep a respectful dis
lance He had fears. too, of hydro
phobia. and like other ignorant per
sons believed that the bite of dog
was fatal whether the animal had
rabies or not.
Against these objections what could
Mark do? What he did was to keep
the dog secreted on the premises until
he had been groomed into the sem
bIance of fine kennel-bred sport with
milk-white coat and sleek head
showing off pink serrated ears and
an expression of countenance so en-
trancingly ferocious that milkmen and
grocers' boys delivered their goods 10
Cindy at the gate And just at this
time Clndy advised Mark to let his
father and mother see his treasure. for
she feared consequences if they found
out that she was harbcring the in
truder and was as deep in the con
spiracy as the boy himself.
So this was what Mr.. and Mrs. Rob
erts saw when they had dined one
evening and expected TO spend an hour
listening to Mark S account of the day.
doings. He had been vague and tn
satisfactory lately at this post-pran-
dial hour, sometimes unduly excited,
and again unnaturally quiet. Cindy
had given him a blue ribbon-it had
been washed and ironed-and leading
his acquisition by this tether he
marched into the parlo1, and neither
of them saw the animal until It stood
before them regarding them with can
inc curiosity Mrs. Roberts climbed
on a chair and screamed Mr.. Roberts
SAID Sharply, lake tnat brute away,
and then Mark made mis- plea
He's just lovely papa; plays with
me all the time and doesn't never get
cross. Cindy can tell you-CindC.
come beren'
Il declar ter goodness, Mis- Roberts,
dat chile am so posest Ter hev a dawg
Use scared ter hear him go on. An
dat ar is a nifty nice kind; he got mos
es much sense es 1 hes myself, an he
doan nevah bark. jest fit ter play VIII
ehilluns"
How long has been here?" asked
Mrs Roberts as she stepped down to
earth again.
Else cawn't exackly say. but he's
done 'customed TO de place. an l