The Colfax chronicle., 1904-12-10

looked inquiringly into her gentle. blu
eyes.
She laughed and kissed me on th.
nose.
''You dear old thing! will read it te
you, Phoney."
And she pulled it from her pocket and
read out lot of rubbish that seemed
quite unintelligible to me. But, then,
always thought Mr. Roft half an idiot
and wondered at Phyllis liking him
Then came few words that made me sit
up can tell you.
| let that poodle of yours be made
use of for once. If it is to be yes put
on her blue ribbon. If mo- yellow
one. | shall call to-day, and IL see the
color I long for on that black creatures
head l shall at once beard the lion and
assert my rights"
"Phoney, 1t shall be bluei Fetch blue,
darling" said Phyllis, with a joyful
smile.
And | walked slowly out of the room
to the boudoir beyond. When brought
the blue ribbon back she laughed again.
But l had laid my plans. Whatever
this Eyes" was to mean, Mr.. Roft hoped
to read it in the color of my ribbon.
But l meant him to read no" 1would
show him that dog of my breeding
could be something more than a mere
cats-paw in his plot
| rolled over and scratched until the
ribbon came of and lay on the ground.
Then l trotted into the garden with II
and buried it in my favorite corner,
where / hide my best bones.
knew | was doing wrong, but Phyllis
would not really mind, and owed Mr..
Roft a grudge or two
Often when my ribbon came of used
to take 1t to my friend, the parlor maid
and get her to put it on again. So now
as l sneaked down from the boudoi.
with yellow one in my mouth and me
her at the foot of the stairs, she said
with a laugh:
What, your 6ne bow of again
Phoney? What an untidy dog!"
l wagged my tail as she tied It on
For civility lowers no one, and she Il
a nice girl. Then sat down on the door.
mat to watch for Mr. Roft.
At last the gate clicked and he came M
the steps with light spring. But as hi,
eyes fell on me such look of astonished
despair crept into his face that my heart
quaked within me and hung my head.
He stopped over me as though, he
could not believe his eyes, and as fell
his warm breath on my face I rolled
over on to my back in terrified submis.
sion.
SILLY brute" he murmured, get up.
Have you been stealing? Don't give
yourself away like that, Phoney."
He looked at me fixedly without saw.
ing anything. Then. STOPPING again, he
took off my ribbon and stuffed 1t into his |
pocket.
That night Phyllis was worse, and no |
one could understand why. And the |
next day she lay silent, looking out OF |
her window with such distressed eyes
that could not bear to look at her.
And Mr.. Roft did not come near the
house, which, proved that he had really /
meant good-by.
At last could stand it no longer.
Surely Mr.. Roft could make things right
again. would goto him.
So one afternoon | crept silently ont
into the road. He did not live far of.
and, as fate would have it. came across
him outside his garden gate. He smiled
when he saw me.
why. Phoney! Come to see your
riend," he exclaimed; you're only just
n time. my girl. start tonight"
| wagged my tail and opened nv
mouth. At his feet l laid the earth
oiled blue ribbon. He stared at me in
"Phoney, you're brick!
You're trying to tell me there's been
ONE mistake. I'm coming back with
ou to make sure. Lead on, you imita-
ion Mephistopheles. and may the real
ne have you If I'm misleading you"
What race that was! felt myself
eally warming to him for understand
ng me so well.
And, when we got to the house. I
rept stealthily in through the open door.
nticing him up, until we stood like
xo thie5es within the boudoir. where
hyllis lay on a couch by the window.
AS she turned her head to look at me
er eyes fell upon him, and she GRIM
oned with delight. Then suddenly she
ecame quite pale, and said, in a cold
Dice:
Good evening, Mr.. Roft."
He stepped up to her, and held ont
ne ribbon had given him.
Phyllis" he asked, 'is this the rib.
On you put on Phoney that morning ?"
She stared from him to me. I crent
eneath the couch, but kept nv ears
pen.
Yes, she murmured. But"
The words were never said, for with a q
ldden exclamation he threw himself
his knees by her side, and took her a
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