River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1904-11-10

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She laughed and kissed me on thu
nose.
you dear old thing! / will read it tc
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 a blue ribbon If mo- yellow
one. I shall call to-day, and if see the
color long for on that black creature
head | shall at once beard the lion and
assert my rights"
"Phoney, it shall be blue! Fetch blue
darling" said Phyllis, with a joyful
smile.
And I 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 | meant him to read mo" would
show him that dog of my breeding
could be something more than mere
cats-paw in his plot.
| rolled over and scratched until the
ribbon came off and lay on the ground
Then l trotted into the garden with il
and buried it in my favorite corner
where I hide my best bones.
knew was doing wrong, but Phyllis
would not really mind, and I owed Mr.
Roft a grudge or two.
Often when my ribbon came off usec
to take it to my friend, the parlor maid
and get her to put it on again. So now
as I sneaked down from the boudoil
with yellow one in my mouth and me-
her at the foot of the stairs, she said
with a laugh:
what. your fine bow off 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 I sat down on the door
mat to watch for Mr.. Roft.
At last the gate clicked and he came III
the steps with a light spring But as his
eyes fell on me such look of astonisheC
despair crept into his face that my hear
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 l 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 say
ing anything. TLen. STOPPING again, he
took off my ribbon and stuffed it into his
pocket.
That night Phyllis was worse, and nc
one could understand why. And the
next day she lay silent, looking out OF
her window with such distressed eyes
that l 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 I could stand it no longer
Surely Mr.. Roft could make things right
again. I would go to him.
SO one afternoon | crept silently out
into the road. He did not live far off
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
friend" he exclaimed; you're only just
in time my girl. I start tonight"
l wagged my tail and opened my
mouth. At his feet I laid the earth
soiled blue ribbon. He stared at me in
amazement. ''Phoney, you're brick!
You're trying to tell me there's been
some mistake I'm coming back with
you to make sure. Lead on, you imita-
ton Mephistopheles and may the real
one have you if I'm misleading you"
What a race that was! I felt myself
really warming to him for understand
ing me so well.
And, when we got to the house. I
crept stealthily in through the open door.
enticing him up, until we stood like
two thieves within the boudoir. where
Phyllis lay on couch by the window.
AS she turned her head to look at me
her eyes fell upon him. and she Grim
soned with delight Then suddenly, she
became quite pale, and said, in cold
voice:
Good evening, Mr. Roft"
He stepped up to her and held out
the ribbon / had given him
Phyllis, he asked, ''is this the rib
bon you put on Phoney that morning? ''
She stared from him to me. l crept
beneath the couch, but kept my ears
open.
Yes" she murmured But"
The words were never said. for with a
sudden exclamation he threw himself
on his knees by her side, and took her
to his arms.-St. Louis Star.
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