The Jersey City news., 1902-11-13
Some Good Magazine Reading.


sad, worn, anxious expression the
face of one who had known some
trouble. Was she vexed, harassed,
tortured perGilance, by a past that
was irrevocable, at present hateful and
intolerable, which she was power
less to mend? There could be but lit
tie sympathy between her and her hus-
band. They hardly spoke to each
other; when they did, the man seemed
to snarl, and IL she answered at all. 1t
was only in sullen monosyllables.
when the false Willie Wood addressed
her, which he did from time to time
with an air of easy familiarity, she
disdained to reply at all. 1t was clear
the conspirators were not happy
family.
While I sat looking intently at these
people and engrossed with very serious
thoughts, / was disturbed by Fan
shave, my maid, who came up and
said, in very fretful, disappointed
tone:
please, Miss Frida, I'm Worried to
death with this tiresome dog. What
ever made you bring him is more than
can say. can do nothing with him."
Roy had been pretty good till now,
and when we got on board the tender
/ handed him over to Fanshawe. He
had followed her very obediently from
the train to the quayside, but when
once embarked had shown the most
unaccountable restlessness. He began
questing about the deck, dragging Fan
Shave after him, for he had great
strength and, besides, he growled SO
threateningly that she was forced to
give in to him. When / took him in
hand he displayed the same restless
ness. At last, in despair, she appealed
to me.
l again took the leash out Of her
hand and tried to pacify him. AS
rule l could manage him. He had
taken to me long before, in the early
days of our acquaintance, and now,
since Willie was gone. he transferred
his affection. as l hoped, to me. But
now had lost all control over him.
He would not keep quiet, still much
less crouch down at my feet. He dis
dained to obey. / tried all ways with
him-spoke to him softly and sweetly,
scolded him and cuffed him, but all to
no purpose. He stood away from me-
at the longest distance his chain would
allow, as if we were utter strangers
and his only idea was to break entirely
away at the very first chance.
Then, just as our tender ran along
side the great liner. and l was occu-
pied with mother and all our belong
ings, he made one great snatch at his
chain. 1t slipped through my fingers
and in an instant he was gone. He
ran forward to the bows of the tug,
and I could hear him raging furiously
along the deck through the throng
with loud, quite joyous yelps, as eager
as if he was rounding up a flock OF
scattered sheep on the mountain home
of his ancestors.
In the end / saw him crossing the
gangway at the fore part-that put
down for the second cabin passengers.
He was thrusting his way through
them noisily, and was one of the earli-
est at the ladder, which he ran up. to
disappear hastily into the big ship.
Directly l had installed mother into
snug place in the music room and set
Fanshawe to unpack I made inquiries
for the dog.
DOG. miss?" said passing steward.
as he passenger? Then the butcher
will have him safe. If not guess he is
made into sausages by this time, for
the chief officers bound to have him
hanged"
Il have paid for the dogs ticket and
perhaps you will be good enough to di-