Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-03-22

started the Cleanliness thing himself by,
sumption summit Of os the nd a9s
Of civilization seemed to.n1ake him ashamed
of his fiea-ey condition and Of the jungle
debris that had been cIInging to his coat
One afternoon, during a torrential rain
storm Philemon. my muchacho. tiptoed into
my dive and beckoned me to the rear of
the bungalow. He pointed to the dog, who
spout that was dischargihg water from the
roof at the rate of about 100 gallons a
minute. Go ahead Ind hugh, If you want
to-but that's what the dog was doing. I
felt that such a spirit M voluntary clean
illness deserved announcement, and so /
called the dog into the kitchen and had
Philemon give him flrst-rate military
dog enjoyed it, ana when he was dried he
strutted around the bungalow as swollen
in his new vanity as boy with his first
pair of suspenders.
From the hour that he got that initial
swabbing he was wholly and intensely ag in
his former pals of the pack. Whenever
they'd try to cross the unfenced yard he'd
hustle out and chase them, and, as dogs in
a pack are always afraid of any dog that
attacks them singly he got by with these
performances every time, until the dogs in
the pack grew SO much in fear of him that
they'd make wide detour ITO avoid pass
ing my bungalow.
Militant and Mellow.
II waited for several months for these
characteristics to assert themselves in the
dog before naming him. and then, because
he had shown himself both militant and
mellow, named him after Emilio CASTELAR,,
the fiery statesman-poet of Spain, whose
writings l happened to be reading at the
time. The dog had been born under the
dominion of Spain, and he was entitled to
a Spanish name. When 1 visited Manila
and got brass-studded collar for him, I
had my own patronymic engraved after the
CASTELAR, so that Senior Emilio would not
feel that was neglectful of his new allie
glance.
From the minute that buckled that or
nate collar around the senor's neck, he re-
garded himself as enlisted in the military
service of the United States He viewed
that collar as his token of enlistment
Whether l was mounting the guard was
adJutant-or reporting at the office of the
commanding officer, or paying a call of
ceremony, or what you please, that dog
was never at a greater distance than six
inches from my heels. My brother officers
fell to calling the senior my astral body
and yogi and things like that, but that was
because they were Jealous because they
had no dogs of their own.
The Parting.
1.-THE day came when had to quit Taclo-
ban for Manila, there to take transport for
the preparations for the departure, and 1
know that he was a bit suspicious, but he
did not think that I'd really leave him
behind. 1 wouldn't, either, if there had
been any way for me to take him along
but there wasn't.
Il felt like the meanest Imaginable sneak
When, the hour having arrived, 1 gave him
ms maj pat in my dive, and then went out
and closed the door upon him. The search
ing, lnqulring gaze, partly of suspicion and
partly of reproach, that he gave me as 1
skunk out, feeling handbag, fingered with
me for years.
Il figured that Senior Emilio CASTELAR, Ba-
ker would quickly revert to barbarism after
left Tacloban, but did him a rank injus-
tice Il
when I went back to the islands and to
Tacloban several years later the officer who
had taken my bungalow when left told me
about the senior. The dog had simply cut
ior II ana gone into the jungle alone when
ne found that had so rankly deserted him.
He couldn't be caioled into taking up with
the officer who supplanted me In the bunga-
low, nor with anybody else. He Just went
on and lived his own life. He never re-
joined the packs and they let him alone.
Meeting of Old Friends.
"On the day that returned to Tacloban
prowled around the outskirts, keen for a
sight of the dog. Il felt that he wouldn't
know me, after my three years absence,
even If found him, and nerved myself to
meet the shock of having him regard me
with an unrecognizing eye. ~ -
When l saw him he was seated on his
launches on a little knoll above the dusty
road. When 1 was still 200 feet down the
road he caught sight of me. He pricked up
his ears, and even at that distance 1 could
see him sort of shake and tremble all over.
linen he gave one tremendous bound from
the knoll to the road, laid his barrel to the
ground and was on top Of me in twenty
Jumps-muZzling my uniform and whining
and making queer, uncanny noises in his
throat that it hurt fellow to listen to- You
are to remember that the dog hadn't seen
me for three years at that, and that he
hadn't SO much as wagged his tail in notice
OF a human being since l had left Tacloban.
He still wore the brass-studded collar,
much battered and worn and warped out of
shape by the rains and with many of the
studs fallen out.
THE Senior Emilio CASTELAR, resided in
quarters with me for eighteen more months
and then, about two months ago, 1 had to
desert him again, for there was no possible
way that could have got him up to Manila
and aboard the transport, and the climate
of the states would kill htn anyhow
But since got back to the mainland this
trip every time catch sa 4lt of any old kind
of a dog trudging along. enjoying life and
companionship and all the sweets of canine
days, l think of that gallery, friendly eyed,
four-footed Filipino chap sitting haunch-
wise on the little knoll overlooking the
dusty road and scanning the horizon for me
his one pal-and feel lonesome, that's ALL
just lonesome
Making a Name.
From the Yonkers Statesman.
"By using Andrew Carnegie's Mrs