Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-08-27


could appropriately
have been called little Biggs; SO you see that
Doshy must have been small indeed
He was big enough, however, to reach one of
Towers black ears, and with this grasped firmly
in his tiny fist he appeared at the kitchen door to
lisp triumphant1y: "Dith my dog! He name it'll
Toover."
As was her custom in any crisis, little Mrs. Biggs
shrieked shrily. Then she darted around the
wash-tub and with soapy hands snatched Doshy
to her breast for it nearly noon and Doshy had
been lost since soon after breakfast. Five other
little Biggses were at that moment supposed to be
searching high and low for him.
Doshy generally was lost, a matter of fact. 1t
was chronic state with him. and had been ever
since he could unlatch gate. True, he always had
come toddling home again of his accord, pro-
vidng he had euded the searching parties sent out
by Mrs Biggs.
Now his small mind was intent upon the proper
introduction of Toover Wrigging from the moist
embrace of his mother, he grabbed a black
in either hand and proceeded to tow the bashful
Toover into the maternal presence. Turn, Toover
tum an kith Dothy muvver.
Mrs. Biggs hastily retreated behind her wash-tub
Hear the child! Catch gettin a vicious
brute like that Look out, Doshy, he's gon to snap
at you! Oh gracious, his teeth Help, help!'
To the timid uninitiated Towers grimace
might have been menacng; but to Doshy, gifted
with an instructive understanding of doggish ways
Towers behavior all that could be desired
He Wanth to be trIendth. Thee him laugh
muvver! Won't you let Toover kith you now"
Not at that time, subsequently Mrs
Biggs induced to submit to such proceeding
although Towers pink tongue ready to
protest his affection for any Biggs, old young
But then and there Toover, sprawling comfortably
under the kitchen table, indicated that his was no
passing whm. He had come to stay.
AT this stage you would not have called Toover
a handsome pup. To have named the predom-
inant strain in his complicated makeup would have
puzzled expert. Perhaps his general build
suggested pointer more than anything else, for
his body long and well-rounded Those legs,
however, the legs of pointer. The
clumsy soft padded feet indicated St. Bernard
blood while the deep chest and sturdy muzzle limited
somewhat of the Great Dane. AS for his coat it
short, PLY and of sleek glossy black, except for
white tail-button and broad white, black-feckcd
throat-band that gave the effect of wide erminc
collar Chiefly you would have noticed his eyes
which cleaned like pair of black diamonds with
a light set behind. They not dull, stupidity
staring puppy eyes. They were bright, animated
all a-sparke with intelligence, twinkling with mis-
chief, trimming with good-nature.
This was Toover at the estimated
age of ten months.
No one questioned the fitness or i
authenticity of the name. Doshy had ~
chrisened him extemporaneously. Out EN
of the mysterious and unlocked vocab-
ulary of childhood he had coined it
That was enough. Toover it was to -
the end of the chapter -
'Iiith name it'll Toover" announced
Doshy to the assembled family, "and
he it'll my doggie."
Guess that settles it." said round Ezs11E
faced, complaCent Mr. Biggs. k%gg