The daily sentinel., 1903-12-15

bOAtI WIS II or was
destined to be one when he grew up.
AS yet he was just Il big. funny-look--
ing, anxious-to-please, lovable puppy.
Uncle Ted said he would be worth n
hundred dollars after he was trained;
and Uncle Ted ought to know. for he
had as many dogs as the old woman
who lived in the shoe had children.
Only Uncle Ted knew what to do.
There never was "A man, Ben and Laura
thought, who was as clever with dogs
as Uncle Ted
. He never would have left Boxer al
grandma's. only n telegram came very
suddenly calling him away.
Take good care of the dog" he said
the last thing, and Ben and Laura with
one voice answered: I'VE willr'
They were delighted to think OF having
such a dear, ridiculous puppy to play
with. Uncle Ted had left him chained
to post, but they begged their father
TO let the poor fellow loose.
why, yes" said papa. laying aside
his paper. ''The farm is big enough
to hold him. l guess; and even If he
does get into mischief. | think we can
manage him"
When Boxer saw them coming. he
wiggled and frisked till his tail almost
touched his head
"Wuf! Wuf? he barked in his funny
puppy way, which was to say, Let
me loosei Let me loose, What's the
use of being on lovely big farm If
you have to be hitched to II post by a
stupid old chaln?"
You should have seen him when he
heard the chain drop! He bounded
off, and then back again, upset Ben
in comical excitement. lcaped up to
give Laura n kiss. and there is no
telling what he would have done next
If he hadn't caught sight of some chick
ems scratching away in the flower bed.
"R-r-wuf@' And in a twinkling he
had chased the last one out.
"Deary mel" calculated grandma,
from the window. IF we had Il dog
as smart as that, my sweet peas might
have chance to bloomr'
HE wasn't thinking of sweet peas
chuckled papa. ITS just because he's
bird dog. He's chase anything with
feathers till he's trained, if it We're only
an old stuffed owlr'
The children listened with respect
and admiration, for papa knew almost
as much about dogs as Uncle Ted.
They had delightful afternoon with
Boxer. and he begged off, so when
they took him back to the post that
they decided TO leave him loose.
Next morning there We're seven lit
tie green goslings missing at feeding
time. They found them at last. seat
oil at ,1,r ,f la
all dead!
"Oh, dear"' walled the children. dis
tracted between grief for the goslings
and pity for the guilty pup in the pun
ishment that was sure to overtake him.
'Why didn't we chain him up? Oh.
what win papa do?'
What papa did do was to gather up
the goslings and arrange them in II
pile, with their poor limp necks all
dropping one way. Then he sent for
Boxer.
Naughty dogw he said sternly,
pointing TO the goslings. Bad, bad
dogw
!, Then he whipped him.
Poor BoXerl He looked at the gos-
lings, and he looked at papa, and If
there ever was penitent puppy, il
was he. His brown eyes shone with
tears, and he licked papa's hand and
whined so sorrowfully that it was all
the children could do to keep from
throwing their arms about his neck
aud telling him not to feel sad any
more-that it didn't matter, anyhow.
There could not have been n better
dog than Boxer was that day. The
family thought him more wonderful
creature than ever. He seemed so
delighted whenever he pleased any
one. and was so heartbroken when he
blundered that no one really had the
heart TO scold him very much.
So that night they let him loose
again convinced that the lesson had
been learned.
Next morning before breakfast he
came bounding up joyfully to papa.
''Wufi Wuf! he said. as expressive
ly as If he had said, Come with me.
Come, everybody"
Everybody came. Boxer frisked
along proudly at the head of the pro
cession. ana led them straight to the
duck pond.
"Wufl Wuf"' he barlled again. "Just
see how l did it this timer
There on the bank were seven more
little dead goslings. arranged neatly
in pile. with their bills all pointing
one wayl
"Well, | never''-began grandma
But rspa suddenly stopped over and