Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1904-07-23

s Love Me, Love My Dog s


0oA 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-
yous and hate being stared at.
am proud of being the poodle, and
a French one into the bargain Ills
only jealousy that makes other dogs
sheer at me, just as | 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 | 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.
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, and before l
could reach her fell to the ground
with 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 brutew he mutter-
ed, glaring at me, and | knew that if
he could he would put the blame on
me and say that l upset her.
But of course, l paid no attention
to him, but hOwled again, until at
last some passerby came and fetched
cab and took them home
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 wept
over me. | suspected from that that
she was getting short of handk erchiefs
and took care to keep out of her way;
for do not like to have my neck curls
made all damp and untidy. | was
very neglected. No one brushed me.
AT last | was summoned to my dar-
Ings room and crept i'll nervously.
My heart was beating very loudly and
my eyes were dim with tears of joy.
Such thin little hand patted my un-
combed head, such weak little voice
said; Dear doggie, do you miss me
very muchY Miss her! OF course
did. And with her all my pet titbits,
my little walks, my scampers after
balls. So | wagged my tail and smiled
up at her.
Little by little she got better. and
well enough to comb me and send me
for my ribbons. 1 knew the colors
well and always brought the one she
said.
But one morning my feelings re-
celVed shock. Phyllis had letter
and was very silly about it, kissing it
as though it were a dog or two-legged
being. Still l minded that less than
II 1t had been Mr.. Roft.
"Oh, Phoney. listenr' she whisper
ed as she cOmbed my hair. Il am
sure you will understand, you dear
old thing! I've such a dear letter
from him, and he wants my answer,
rhoney-the answer would not give
lhe day | met with my accident"
l dropped my ears and lowered my
uH. BY him l knew she meant Mr.
mort. But what answer did she al
lude to? l looked inquiringly into heI
gentle, blue eyes.
She laughed and kissed me on the
nose.
You dear old thing! 1 will read II
10 you, Phoney."
AND she pulled it from her pocket
anu read out a lot of rubbish thai
seemed quite unintelligible to me. But
.nen, | always thought Mr.. Roft hall
al iulot, and wondered at Phyllis Xix
us MIN. Then came a few words
"at made me sit up can tell you.
Let that poodle of yours be made