Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1903-02-03
LADY SARAH.
ny 5. RHETr ROMAN.

gusted. She looked with disap-
proval at the stuffy baggage car
where she was chained, at the disor-
Derby tumble of trunks and boxes
around, the bucket of water near her,
and at the small space allotted to her
self.
Lady Sarah stood quite still and
felt disconsolate, for a long while
after her master left her and the train
had pulled out of the depot Of the
small town, where she had always
| lived.
She stood gazing through the bars
of the side opening, noted the gather
| ing speed of the train, its monotonous
whirr and clang, and the long trail
of smoke floating over the pine trees,
as they swept by
Lady Sarah did not approve Of trav-
cling. Her brown eyes grew very
wistful as she recalled the home she
was leaving Those pleasant, free,
| frolicsome years she had spent in the
shady yard, wide hall, which always
smelt of beeswax and varnish, and
whose dark floor was so shiny and slip
perry, and the broad front piazza Of the
old house, and the door mat between
two big pillars, at the top of the
steps, leading into the garden, where
she used to lie and doze, shifting the
scent of carnations and roses, in the
warm summer days, or watching the
bright winter sun flicker through the
branches of the tall pecan trees, where
crows sat and pecked at the nuts and
cawed.
Lady Sarah looked around at the
close, dusty baggage car, and recalled
those pleasant evenings when,
stretched on a thick bear skin in the
library, before a wood fire burning
brightly On tall brass andirons, with
all the privileges of spoilt and much
petted puppy, she dozed and dreamed,
while an old man sat in big arm
chair and read his paper by the light
of shaded lamp on table at his ell
bow.
Then Dick Stapleton came back
home from college. Grandfather pre-
sented her to him with many words
of praise, and her training in the field
began.
Of course she was proud of her an
cestgy. Very proud.
How often had she seen Col. Sta
pletOn show her long pedigree,
written on parchment and framed.
and hung up on the wall of the Ii
brary to his callers, as they sat and
chatted in the afternoons.
Lady Sarah knew yerywell she was
an English pointer of the purest
breed, descended from long line of
honorable and prize-winning ances-
try. That her father was Jingo's
Light, and her grandfather Cham
pion lingo, who had won every prize
in the field trials, and was never sur
passed in any contest or beaten.
And Lady Sarah, stretching her
supple, Sinewy limbs, and shutting dis
painfully the dust and close atmos-
phere of her temporary prison, knew
that for feetness Of limb her endur-
ance and keen scent, and her perfect |
understanding of bird hunting, made |
her superior to all others. No better
dog could be found anywhere
throughout the length and breadth
of the country.
She had proved it last winter, Lady
Sarah reflected, complacently, as she
made up her mind to lie down, and
pretend to sleep, while the train ran
on, stopping occasionally, as the
shrill locomotive whistle blew, at
some wayside station OF village.
Lady Sarah amused herself and
whiled away some of the tedium of
the journey by recalling the glorious
days she had had during the winter,
when Dick went out shooting in the
thick, deep woods, over grass-grown
prairies, and in fields where the dry
stubble had been burnt, a famous
place for grouse and partridge.
How proud she was at the end Of
lcng days hunt, she remembered,
when wearied and painting she was
slowly following Dick Stapleton's
blackboard; he stopping to take her in
and she heard him praise her to Mas
ter Delmaine. his companion. and
declare che would certainly sweep