Amador ledger., 1904-11-04

winters now had clasped her fur col,
lar.
"If L bring back a great deal of
money, Terror, perhaps we can throw
this away and have new stole that
won't get on your nerves."
With the box under her arm she
told him goodby. She hated to leave
him. AS rule, they were inseparable,
but she had met with those who did
not understand him in some of the
shops, and she explained to him that
it was best he should wait at home for
her.
The walk downtown was miserable
without him. She longed to feel the
tug of his buoyant strength as he
dragged her at the end of his chain.
She longed to watch his pointed muz-
zle prying out the way ahead of her
and returning with noisy reports. She
longed for his infectious cheer that
had tided over many a dark hour in
the hall bedroom.
On the avenue she came to the shops
where pictures are sold. These she
canvassed, as she often had done be-
fore, feeling that typography had its
place among works of art. Then there
were shops that had departments of
fancy goods. She made the rounds
1t was dark when she turned the
latchkey. She knew that the dinner
would be cold and that the waiter
would frown, and she did not care for
dinner anyway. She started upstairs.
Mrs. Siefke met her at the first land
ing
"Well, got it?" she asked.
Although Lois could not see on the
dark stairway, she knew the land
lady's hard hands clamped her hips.
Il can't-not tonight The girls
voice broke wretchedly.
"Hlmph" said Mrs. Siefke. 81
knew you. wouldn't. There's no use
goin up. Your rooms locked and your
goods are attached"
Lois turned white and silent, taking
1t in. From above came a furious
barking.
ooh! Holy Terror the girl cried,
and ran up the stairs. She seized the
knob and shook the door. The bark
ing came from within.
Terror! Let him out, Mrs. Siefke,"
she called.
Below, the landlady chuckled with
irony. Hes attached all right" she
said comfortably.
''No! Not Terror! Mrs Siefke, you
can't-oh, take everything else
She heard the landlady walking off
heavily. 'Terrorv she cried passion
ately, and sank in little heap outside
the door, while he leaped madly
against the inside, scratching and
yelping and rattling the latch in vain.
When Burr met her at the door he
wondered at her being alone.
'Tt's disobliging Of you to be going
out just as I'm coming to see you,"
he said blithely. "And where's Holy
Terror? Has he thrown you overY
mo. He's upstairs" she stammered.
"Pve got to go-I'm so sorry, but IT'S
urgent business"
He looked at her keenly, then he
turned and walked beside her, with his
great, sure strides.
"My aunt is i'll. Can you manage
to stay with her at her home tonight?
She'll consider it a great favor"
"It was a somewhat random shot,
but 1 think 1t has hit the mark" he
said to himself later, after he had
delivered her at his aunt's house.
Then he set out to call on Mrs. Siefke
They returned together, Burr and
Holy Terror. Lois was down in the
kitchen. Terror rushed into her arms
like a miniature hurricane, and their
emotions merged in a hysteria of sobs
and barks.
Burr stood above them and watch
ed. "It's odd," he remarked, "how a
life of art bars out husband, but
does not in the least interfere with a
fox terrier
At what followed Holy Terror burst
into fury of jealous barking.