Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1904-07-23
Century.

''oS er, Pandora, who, as far as her
puppies go, certainly holds the tradi-
tional gift box. For all my brothers
and sisters are prize-takers. l myself
don't go to shows, because l am ner-
vous and hate being stared at.
am proud of being the poodle, and
a French one into the bargain. IT'S
only jealousy that makes other dogs
sneer at me, just as l have seen hui
man canaille sneer-at a safe distance.
My young mistress is the prettiest
creature living. l used to think her
one of the most sensible until she got
friendly with Mr.. Roft, who then was,
and | thought ever would be, my pet
abOmination in trousered males.
Phyllis and l live with an old lady
who is fond of us both, but she is very
strict with Phyllis, who calls her-be
hind her back-"the ogre-aunt."
Mr. Roft laughed until his eyes were
lost when she first said it to him. l
longed to tell him what l thought of
him, and wondered how he would look
then.
Phyllis had been getting very thick
with this young man-whose laugh
startled me almost out of my skin
when one day she fell from her BIZ
cycle.
was following her when the acct
dent occurred. and Mr. Roft was rid
ing by her side. Something he said
made her color hotly, then pedal down
the coming hill with all her might
Suddenly she rode over a stone.
swerved to one side, apd before
could reach her fell to the ground
with a heavy thud.
scampered to the spot and began
to howl for help while Mr.. Roft jump
ed off his machine, as white as death,
and stopped over her.
BE quiet, you brute" he mutter-
he could he would put the blame on
me and say that | upset. her.
But Of course, l paid no attention
to him, but howled again, until at
last some passerby came and fetched
a cab and took them homie
The house was very quiet for many
days, and l felt wretched. The ogre
aunt crept about weeping Once she
put her arms round my neck and weep
over me. l suspected from that tha
she was getting short of handkerchief.
and took care to keep out of her way
for l do not like to have my neck curl'
made all damp and untidy. l wa,
very neglected. No one brushed me
At last l was summoned to my dar
ling's room and crept in nervously
My heart was beating very loudly ant
my eyes were dim with tears of JOY
Such thin little hand patted my un
combed head, such a weak little voic
said: Dear doggie, do you miss M
very much?" Miss her! OF course
] did. And with her all my pet titbits
, my little walks. my scampers afte
balls. SO 1 wagged my tail and smile
: up at her.
Little by little she got better, an
well enough to comb me and send m
for my ribbons. l knew the color
= well and always brought the one sh
( said.
d But one morning my feelings rt
a ceived shock. Phyllis had a lette
I and was very silly about it, kissing
Il as though it were a dog or two-legge
t. being Still l minded that less tina
y if it had been Mr.. Roft.
l. "Oh, Phoney, listen" she whispe
ed, as she combed my hair. 81 al
sure you will understand, you dea
o old thing! I've such a dear lettt
: from him. and he wants my answe
, Phoney-the answer | would not giN
. the day l met with my accident"
!. l dropped my ears and lowered m
# tail. BY him l knew she meant NJ
n Roft But what answer did she a
lude to? l looked inquiringly into h,
gentle, blue eyes.
>. She laughed and kissed me on IL
= nose
- You dear old thing! 1 will read
"a TO you, Phoney."
- And she pulled it from her peck
and read out lot of rubbish tn
seemed quite unintelligible to me. Bu
then, 1 always thought Mr.. Roft ha
IL an idiot, and wondered at Phyllis Ii
e ing him. Then came few wor
Ok that made me sit up l can tell you.
LET that poodle of yours be ma