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

Now, you nave Deen LOlu At SOIile Time
about dogs in 'steenth street and their
ways and habits. and you think you know
much about dogs in general. But you
never knew of this dog or OF HIS narrow
escape from a dreadful fate. And you
ought to know all about him, for he was
a dog worth knowing.
He was just a plain dog, and there was
not a suspicion of pedigree about him.
You could not even pretend that he had
any kind Of blood in him save cur blood.
He was not pretty, rather the reverse.
and he had disconcerting trick Of snap
ping at his body and yelping piteously,
which suggested fieas.
It happened one day. some time before
the beginning of this chronicle, that
Frank Smith had come into possession of
a red silk tie. 1t behooves not to tell in
what manner; sufficient 1t is to say that
he had II on and that II was red, very
red, and silken and gorgeous.
Thereupon- he met q boy from Blank
street. who held something round and
wriggly in his arms. Pete stopped and
surveyed the tie which Frank wore, while
Frank manifested deep, though surrep-
titious interest in the yellow thing.
Jaw. now" quoth Pete. wouldn't II
kill yerT'
Jaw, garnP' said Frank, shamefacedly.
''where'd you make raiser"
''what you got dere7"
Pete shifted the woolly yellowishness
on one arm. Oats my pup" he ex-
planned. "wanter trader
Franks eyes bulged at the prospect,
while he fingered at the tie.
Hes a beautt' he murmured.
Say, dat tie amt ,becomin' to your
style Of beauty" continued Peter, per-
suasively. you better have de dawg.
Jaw, garn," said Frank again. He was
not offended by the reference to the ties
uubecomingness. Pete, who yearned to
put IL about his own neck, had carroty
hair and freckles. There was a moments
pause, some few bantefing remarks and
when they parted again Pete's hair was
relieved by the red tie and Frank carried
the yellow, wriggly pup joyously home.
He was named Dewey at once. What
decent. self-respecting pup at that time
would have been called by any other
name? But though his title was one OF
conqueror there was none OF the con-
quering hero in Dewey's homecoming.
Instead, when Mrs. Smith saw Frank
coming in with his new found friend, she
waxed vigorously angry and drove them
both out with broom.
What dye mean, bringing in yellow
dawR to my house?" she demanded. Amt
! got enough mouths to feed, let alone
YOU come bringing in yaller dawg? Git
outer here, an I tells yer, you'd better
git out quick
Frank fed precipitately down stairs, and
the last thing he heard was the violent
swish Of the broom on the han iioor, ana
his mothers parting admonition, Drown
dat dawg. an don't you come back till
you do"
When he came In to supper his face
beamed and he sat with Joyous light
in his eyes and dear doggy smell on MS
hands
where's dat dawg7" demanded the ma
ternal voice. a
ssHe's gone said Frank. equivocally.
He did not say where. Down IN the cellar
there was a soap box, with a bed OF news
papers. and in 1t, whining at the rope
collar which bound him to his unwelcome
quarters, was Dewey. There had been
solemn conclave held after the refusal to
allow His Yellow Highness admission to
the Smith household Frank had fed, dog
and all, to Dago Joe's, and there meet
ing was called, moves made and seconded
and resolutions offered until 1t was de-
cided that Dewey should be kept in the
cellar. Thereupon, the grocery store on
the corner was raided for a, soap box,
and Dewey's home was hxed amid much
whispering and talking and watching out
for the janitor.
Dewey's first months were rather I'M
eventful ones in a doggy way. He had
inconsistencies and collie. and he yelped
and longed for the maternal bosom. His
diet was various, and his meal hours pre-
carious. He was discovered by the jani-
tor and narrowly escaped assassination.
He was saved only by earnest pleadings
and tears on Frankie's part. Also. he
came near being stolen by Joe Woodson
when Frank had the temerity to insult
that worthy and cause his soul to burn
with a desire for revenge. But Dewey
survived all this and thrived and waxed
long-legged and sleek, and even learned
to do tricks, such as begging and jump
ing the stick and shaking hands.
So the days passed, and the hot weather
was approaching. Dewey had grown to the
dignity of following his master about.
There was wrath in Mrs. Smiths soul
when she found out that dat dawg" had
not been drowned, but 1t was appeased
when she saw that he did not wish Il
share in the Smith lares and penates, but
infinitely preferred his cellar and soar
| box. t.--'-
One Sunday evening however. 1t occur
red to Frank that such intelligence as
Dewey's ought not TO. be hidden under g
bushel so he took him TO the Bible class
at the Sunday. school. 49, rs.
His entrance was the signal for a sup
/ pressed cheer from ode gang" and Dob
son eagerly made place for him on the
bench by his side. Some of the little
/ girls shrieked and the older ones drew
their skirts about them and looked su'
| percilious Mrs. Morton paused In bel
dissertation and gazed calmly at the
cause of the disturbance.
I'm afraid, Frank" she said, that w
can't have dogs in the class
Frank stood by his seat. Dewey in hi
arms. Every eye was on him. and he Eel
| something hot coming over his face. H,
even thought he heard Mary Mcmahon
| sniff.
Nom" he replied tentatively. He wa
sure Mrs. Morton was only joking. VIVA
possible objection could there be t
Dewey?
81 think you had best go home. leav
your dog there and then come back,
pursued Mrs. Morton.
A hot rage possessed Frank. II the plac
was too good for Dewey II was too goo
for him. He went out, stumbling owe
the little girls feet. because his eyes wer
dim and misty. He heard a smoker from
the boys bench and a giggle from tn
girls. and he felt strong. within him a de
sire to meet them, all, singly and in
body, and vanquish them. Chiefly did h
wish TO slay Mrs. Morton and all tn
teachers of the Sunday school. When h
reached the street he walked aimlessl
away from the house. He had no objec
tive point in his wanderings. save tina
he wanted TO get away from the scene o
his humiliation. He tramped along wit
blazing eyes. and Dewey followed at hi
heels, head down and AFFECT meelSness 4
every line of his body. In some subtl