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

Master Cecil suddenly slipped down Imply beside
him and would have rolled out under the wheels
had not Toover promptly put his teeth into his
and held him back The lveried on the box
were greatly excited when they discovered this
situation. Hurriedly they drove home where
big stir was made AS Toover was led back to his
kennel he saw them carrying listess figure into
the big house
Twice after that Toover taken in to see Master
Cecil but the frail little fellow propped UP on the
pillows could do more than put out a thin hand
for Toover to lick Weeks and weeks went by
Bands of black cloth had been sewed about the
plum-colored sleeves of the groom's coat but this
symbol of course, meant nothing to Toover.
Inaction made him desperate that one day
Toover summoned all the strength of his big
cles and hurled his ninety pounds impetuously
forward. The chain held, but the rivet heads
ripped through the leather collar Toover was free.
Across the lawn, the fower-b beds, up on the
back porch and through a window he bounded.
Straight to the door of Master Cecis room he went
The door shut, but Toover paved and scratched
at it, whining coaxingly.
This what he doing when a frightened
maid brought the soft-voced sad-eved woman to
the At first she could only hide her face in
her hands and lean against the wall but after few
moments she knelt beside Toover and took his black
head in her lap.
And do you miss him too?" she asked low and
choking1y. Poor faithful doggiel"
Toover appreciated this unexpected favor but it
not for this he had come. He was looking for
boy, frail pae-faced little fellow who understood
dogs and their ways, who liked him and whom he
liked in return.
For Nature had made Toover a child's dog
lavishing him in place of other graces and
compishments an unguessed depth, inmeasur-
able wealth of affection. And he had come to
find the white proved little master whom he had last
seen in that room behind the closed door
Not all of this could the kneeling, b1ack-robed
read in Towers wistful look She did not
know dogs well enough for that. But a suggestion,
at least, of this mute appeal must have reached
her. Holding Towers head between her hands
and looking straight into his eloquent eyes, she
said gently
No no He has gone away Little Cecil has
gone, never to come back. Don't you under
stand doggie?'
No, Toover did not understand Twisting his
head free he put his to the door and whined
persuasvely
oh oh! l cannot, l cannot!' she moaned 'He
is not there, doggie He has gone"
TOover paved deterninedly at the door. How
was he to guess of so futile thing attempt to
shut sorrow in a room?
At last she threw open the door, pulled aside
the drawn curtains and let in the light Eagerly
Toover to the empty bed then about the
vacant room, shifting at every object. When he
had made a thorough search he turned to her with
puzzled inquiring look. She sobbing softly
into the window draperies So TOover head and
tail dropped trotted down the stairs slipped I'M
noticed through open door, loped across the
lawn and left behind forever the great, somber,
childless house.
Once more Toover was homeless stray. Home
less! May the Good Shepherd of us all grant that
we learn all the black bitterness in that
word. Homeless! 1t is to drift forlornly on the
cruel tide of chance 1t is to be the outside,
unhceded forgotten. 1t is to know want and cold;
how ,1NaI, "A