The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1906-01-11

mutual attachment. To
~ speak frankly, there Is lit
tie room for proper self-respect or dig
nifty In the confession that one fell in
love at first sight with miserable.
looking creature, discovered shivering
beneath a portcochere l. black and
stormy night; 1t may be evangelical,
but 1t hardly sayors OF pride for man
to share his existence with poor,
homeless anG abandoned wretch who
begged for nights shelter and came
from nobody knew where.
But mans affections cannot always
be set upon the high and mighty of this
earth. nor can his esteem be given
solely to those who have succeeded
In obtaining large share Of its good
things. Those ATTACHMENTS which are
most talked of are very often the
least pleasant and it must be admitted
that q lack of fortune is not neces-
sarily a disparagement, and. for the
most part, the cruel tricks of fate take
away nothing of parental merit.
BESIDES. was regarded for my good
deed, II 1t was one, by so rare and I'M
bounded an admiration and gratitude
that 1t deserves to be mentioned.
To begin at the beginning, then. L
was on my way home from the club,
where had just lost at play q sum
large enough to destroy all thoughts
of merrlment. On such occasions the
world invariably becomes black and
gloomy, my fellow-men appear greater
fools than they actually are, women
are but painted limitations of beauty
and all cab drivers pest to be ruth.
lessly treated.
All my best sentiments are clouded
over for the time being, and in my
wrath and despair usually endeavor
TO make some one else as unhappy as
! am myself. Accordingly, remem-
her upon this particular occasion two
beggars had hastily and tremblingly
withdrew from my footsteps as I
stalked traglcally omeward.
Suddenly, as turned poorly-light-
ed corner, heard low whine at my
side. ! haughtily turned my head the
other way. Two steps further came a
second cry. from the other side this
time and more persistently and in
eistent.
"The devil fly away with your
thought irrltably. II suppose I can't
decently leave the poor beggar to die
Just because I have lost q few piles
of gold pieces"
| paused, feeling In my pockets for
the few scattered coins that had sur
vived the evenings shipwreck. The
Night from the fiaring street lamp IL
Illuminated single spot in the dark
ness, and instead of the beggar l had
expected 1 saw-a little, shiyering.
black dog. whose long, curly ears fell
nearly to the ground and whose tail,
wagging pitifully. betrayed the owners
misery better than any words.
was furious. To be sure, the dog
is the friend of man in general, and I
am the friend Of the dog in particular
But, to be stopped on such a night,
when I was nobody's friend, either in
general or particular, and just for a
dog, was too much!
l started to walk on, when felt his
tongue. warm and moist, lick my hand.
Doubtless he wished to thank me for
having done so much as to pause and
glare at him for an instant. 1t was
generous of me, truly!
stopped again. His tail was wag-
ging more and more earnestly, and his
dark eyes looked imploringIy into
mine.
Come" he was saying in his dogs
language, which 1 understand perfect
Iy; come. now, don't be hard hearted!
Look, I am freezing cold and starving
to death! l haven't master, nor the
smallest sign of bone. nor anywhere
10 sleep. Take me home with you. I'll
follow you and obey you and love you.
FOR I'm a very good sort of dog. oh,
I'm sure that now you've seen how
miserable am, you can't go on and
leave me to die. Honest, now, can
your
He was right. 1 couldn't.
IL didn't take very long for me to
tell him SO, either. stopped and
patted his curly head and the dog. I'M
derstanding my language as well as 1
had read his, jumped into my arms
with his wet, cold feet, utterlng short
little barks, which were all he had
strength for.
Come along. old man." / said: "you
belong to me now"
He didn't make me repeat II twice
but ruhhpd hiS rnuy,ta N e.o.,,.4 -
and trotted beside me happily.
Aren't you rather hungry?" In
CURED presently, looking at him.
Gracious, yes; abominably So" an
swered the tail, wagging furiously
Come on. then, wen go and have
Some supper" suggested.
He accepted my proposition with
Aiacrity, and we stopped at a restau.
rant. where / procured an excellent
soup, full of all sorts OF doggish deli
cacies. and put it down before my new
friend. He was evidently satisfied, for