The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1907-12-27
! Daisy and Modred Junior
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Copyrighted. 1907, by ]. c. Reed.l
Being stubborn young person. Daisy
shifted when the Carterets suggested
sending the dog in by express. She
glanced al the St Bernard puppy and
tossed her small shapeIy head.
II guess | can take him twenty
Siles." she insisted as she. tugged at
the leather leash. "As though | could
let the splendid fellow come to his new
home in an express crate. It's awfully
good OF you to give him to me, and
am sure that he Will not be the least
bit of trouble on the way to town"
81 wish could go to the station with
you" said Carteret regretfully. IF it
wasn't that I was expecting a long dis
lance CALI
Nonsense" was the disdainful re-
ply. 1T will not be the least bit of
trouble"
She shook hands with Carteret, kiss
ed Grace and, with a final wave of her
hand. started down the road toward
the station.
When she came in sight of the tracks
and the little red building she strobe
across the platform, proudly leading
Modred Junior, and approached the
baggagemaster.
Il suppose that / may check my
dog" she said, with a stress upon the
word my" The man smiled
Sure" he assented, "but the road is
tied up. A freight train ran of the
rails at the bridge, and il will be some
time tomorrow before the trains run
again"
Tomorrow" gasped Daisy. Il must
be in town tonight"
There's the trolley" suggested the
agent II don't think they'll take the
dog, though. That's one of the Car
terets, isn't it? Better take him back
and have him expressed in when the
snarl gets untangled."
With a nod of thanks, Daisy turned
away. But she had no intention of
turning back and confessing failure.
She had declared her ability to get
Modred Junior to town, and she was
going to do 1t. 1t might be against
the rules TO carry dogs ON the trolley.
but Daisy from her ripe experience
knew men were but human and that
regulations were not always observed.
Modred Junior ambled amicably beside
her, and to him she confided her plan
of campaign.
"We must wait for a young con-
ductor," she explained. "Then while
put on my pleasantest air you must
look very tired and detected. and he
simply can't refuse to take u.s."
Perhaps If Modred Junior had played
| his part well the result might have
been different, but MOdred Junior was
| only a puppy and the world was still
| his friend. When the interurban car
came along and the conductor dropped
from the step to explain to the girl
that it was against the rules to carry
| dogs MOdred Junior rose on his hind
legs and planted his paws affectionately
upon the conductors coat, unheedful
Of the fact that on the way to the troll
ley he had padded through some de.
liciously cool mudholes.
Modred Junior meant well, but the
! conductor sprang back to the platform
muttering uncomplimentary remarks
about dogs, and the car sped on, leav.
ing the two standing in the road re-
garding each other dismally. The cars
ran at fifteen minute intervals, and
Daisy decided to walk on to the next
stop. Modred Junior, nothing loath
trotted beside her.
1t was the same story with the mex,
car, though this time Daisy was care
full to hold Modred Junior on a shor,
leash. The conductor was a grabbed
old man. with more regard for rules
than beauty. The second rebuff only
served to make Daisy the more deter
mined. She had often done her fifteen
miles In the country in summer. She
could do it now, and. ignoring the fact
that her dainty shoes were scarcely
designed for walking, she started off.
| Before the end Of the first five miles
she bitterly repented her decision. Her
ankles turned with the high heeled
shoes, while Modred Junior was in dire
distress. This was far different from
playing about the yard at home, and
finally he sat down and fatty refused
to go any farther. The limit of his
puppy endurance had been reached.
There was no house in sight OF the