Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1905-04-08

pupples go certainty uOiuS tue lTdul-
tional gift boz. For all my brothers
and sisters are prize-takers. l myself
don't go 10 shows. because l am ner-
yous and hate being stared at.
am proud of being the poodle, and
a French one into the bargain. IT'S
only jealousy lat makes other dogs
sneer at me, just as l have seen hui
man canaille sneer-at safe distance.
/ My young mistress is the prettiest
creature living. 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 l live with an old lady
who is fond OF us both, but she is very
strict with Phyllis, who calls her-be-
hind ner back-'the ogre-aunt."
Mr.. Roft laughed until his eyes were
lost when she first said 1t to him. l
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 ma1-whose laugh
startled NE almost out Of my skin
when one day she fell from her BIZ
cycle.
l was following her when the acct
dent occurred. aud 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,
a. I
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
cd of his machine, as white as death,
and stopped over her.
BE quiet, you brutel" he mutter-
ed. glaring at me. and l knew that If
he could he would put the blame on
me and say that l upset her.
But OF course. 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 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
: abe was getting short Of handkerchiefs
: and took care TO keep out Of her way;
for l do not like TO have my neck curls
made ali damp and untidy. / was
very neglected, No one brushed me.
At last | was summoned to my dar-
ling's room and crept in nervously.
| My heart was beating very loudly and
r my eyes were dim with tears of joy.
t 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 her OF course
did. And with her all my pet titblts,
: my little walks. my scampers after
} balls. So wagged my tail and smiled
> up at her.
) Little by little she got better. and
I well enough TO comb me and send me
, for my ribbons. l knew the colors
well and always brought the one she
3 said
- But one morning my feelings re-
I ceived a shock. Phyllis had letter
I and was very silly about it, kissing it
, as though II were a dog or two-legged
4 being. Still l minded that less than
r II 1t had been Mr.. Roft.
Q "Oh, Phoney, listenw she whisper
1 ed, as she combed my hair. Il am
sure you will understand. you dear
D old thing I've such a dear letter
e from him, and he wants my answer,
D Phoney-the answer l would not give
0 the day l met with my accident"
g l dropped my ears and lowered my
tail. BY him l knew she meant Mr.
;. Roft. But what answer did she al
Z lude TOT looked inqulringly into her
' gentle. blue eyes.
i She laughed and kissed me on the
- nose.
"You dear old thing l Will read II
to you, Phoney."
And she pulled II from her pocket
b and read out a lot of rubbish that
2 seemed quite unintelligible to me. But
4 then, l always thought Mr.. Roft hall
+ an idiot, end wondered at Phyllis Xix
!; ing him. Then came a few word,
a that made me sit up l can tell you.
8 Let that poodle OF yours be made
= use OF for once. II It is to be yes pu
v on her a blue ribbon. II no a yellow
IS one. l shall call to-day. and II l SCI
y the color l long for on that black Great
o ure's head shall at once beard thu
A lion and assert my rights"
n "Phoney. It shall be blue! Fetcl
blue. darling" said Phyllis. with ,
joyful smile.
And I walked slowly out OF tn
6 room to the boudoir beyond. When
o. brought the blue ribbon back sh
Il laughed again.
+ But had laid my plans. Whateve
T. this yes" was to mean. Mr.. Rof
u hoped to read 1t in the color Of m.
ID ribbon. But meant him to read mo.
Is would show him that a dog of m,
re breeding could be something more tina
" a mere catspaw In his plot.
ie rolled over and scratched until tn
IN ribbon came of and lay on the ground
Then l trotted into the garden wit
It and buried It in my favorits cornei
Ia where / hide my best bones.
N l knew / was doing wrong. bu
a Phyllis would not really mind, and
owed Mr.. Roft a grudge or two.
Often when my ribbon came on
Is used to take 1t to my friend the parlc
maid and get her to put 1t on agail