The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1904-02-02

/ ter Of young girlish voices: there had
been much busting about, and even his
/ ocrner had been besieged by a sweet
! younggir ], who had tenderly patted him,
! almost nournfulIy.
/ There in the cold morning air he shifted
/ the coming of evil, of a great sorrow.
Might he cry just once. just once? Down
on his great limbs he slipped. and there
in the cold Of the winter dew he thawed
cut the hoar frost in his great sorrow.
Then up like a strong man. whose grief
has been wrung from him and Is a thing
TO be known only between Mother Nature
and himself, he rose slowly, stiffly, and
walked to the stable.
Oh, that the man and the bride-to-be
might have seen him in his great de-
spair!
Dogs are not wanted On Homogeneous.
So for the first time Grips and Jack
We're separated. The great terrier disap-
peared for three days: what he did no
man ever knew, where he went only the
gamekeeper might guess; for in their toll
by night they said later that they had
see him racing through the woods, a
specter of dog.
When he returned it was to be at the
masters heels. The masters word was
law. and what he said Grips did; but the
deg was no longer the Grips of old
True, his outward body was the same,
the perfect symmetry of form was there
the huge muscles, but the eyes were the
eyes Of an old man grief-stricken
Them aster pitied him. had him always
with him. took him to the new house 50
soon to be ready for the young bride, and
he went as human goes whose days
are done and whose life is finished.
They came at last, Jack and his bride.
came TO the Old Grange for the reunion
of families and made bright the old
house. The master and Grips stood in
the great halfway to receive them.
The dog showed in a gentle way his I'M
bounded affection and Jack was un-
feignedly glad to see him. For the young
mistress Grips gave as his best friend
that unstinted affection that was ingrown.
Yet he knew and they knew that it was
not the same, and, while his poor under
standing could not quite fathom the diff
ference, theirs learned at once that his
heart was breaking.
1t was on the following day, and Jack
and his wifewoFe in the morning room
preparing a surprise for all the young
folk. who were to receive them after
breakfast. The most simple discussion
occurred. Jack Lindsey grew angry. his
young bride retorted, and no one shall
ever tell what his raised fist meant to do.
Grips, quiet and demure, was lying be-
tween them. At first he had not seemed
20 notice the raised voices, then grad
ually his demeanor changed; the blood
red came into his eyes, his hair stiffened
and he arose.
The fist may have been meant to en-
phasize, who can tell? Grips looked once
into the girl's startled eyes, then wheeled
quickly With a grin on his face. but
death in his eyes he sprang at the up
lifted hand. The impetus threw Lindsey
to the ground.
The master of Mofat rarely speaks of
it, but no brave man, he has said, ever
stood up asainst wall to be shot as
Grips did that morning.
Bloody mawed. eyes adame he went
with the master like a child He walked
erectly with him. No one put chain or
leather on him. lie had fought his great
fight and had won or lost. He dripped
blood as he went, the blood of his love.
and he knew that the penalty was death.
Behind the stables where he had heen
kicked and called cur he stood bravely to
face the inevitable. Bl-ar-eyed though
he was, he never fiinched. and even as he
forward he tried to lick the
masters hand.-William Jardine, in San
Francisco Call