Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1905-02-11

s Love Me, Love My Dog S


TAyII L udlne is tersepuOue, anu
Iml am said to resemble my moth
o& 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-
vous and hate being stared at.
am proud of being the poodle, and
a French one into the bargain. IT'S
only jealousy that makes other dogs
sneer at me, just as l 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 l 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 tins young man-whOse laugh
startled me almost out of my skin
when one day she fell from her BIZ
cycle.
l 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
could reach her fell to the ground
with a heavy thud.
l 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 brutep' he mutter-
ed, glazing at me, and l knew that if
he could he would put the blame on
me and say that upset her.
But of course, l paid no attention
to him, but howled again, until at
last some passerby came and fetched
a Ia anu tOOh tutlu uOue.
The house was very quiet for many
days, and felt wretched The "ogre-
aunt crept about weeping Once she
put her arms round my neck and wept
over me. l suspected from that that
she was getting short of handkerchiefs
and took care to keep out of her way q;
for do not like to have my neck curls
made all damp and untidy. 1 was
very neglected. No one brushed me.
At last l was summoned to my dar-
ling's room and crept in nervously.
My heart was beating very loudly and
my eyes were dim with tears of joy.
Such thin little hand patted my I'M
combed head, such a weak little voice
said: Dear doggie, do you miss me
very much?" Miss herl OF course I
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. l knew the colors
well and always brought the one she
said.
But one morning my feelings re-
ceived shock. Phyllis had letter
and was very silly about it, kissing IT
as though 1t were dog or two-legged
being. Still 1 minded that less than
If 1t had been Mr. Roft.
"Oh, Phoney listenv' she whisper.
ed. as she combed my hair. 81 am
sure you will understand, you dea,
old thingl I've such a dear lette,
from him, and he wants my answer
Phoney-the answer l would not give
the day met with my accident"
1 dropped my ears and lowered m,
tail. BY him 1 knew she meant Mr.
Roft. But what answer did she al
Jude to? looked inquiringly into hel
gentle, blue eyes.
She laughed and kissed me on tn,
nose.
"You dear old thingl 1 will read 1
to you, Phoney."
And she pulled it from her poke
and read out a lot OF rubbish tina
seemed quite unintelligible to me. But
then, 1 always thought Mr.. Roft hal
an idiot, and wondered at Phyllis lik
ing him. Then came a few word
that made me sit up 1 can tell you
~Lst that poodle Of yours b ua0