The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-06-07
The Story of Bonnie Prince Bouncer.

Bon nie Prince Bouncer lay stretched on the big front porch. evidently thinking very deeply about something, for in his great serious eyes there gleamed a look almost human and of a pathetic nature. Every little while he would turn his head to glance down the street Then he would softly whine, a whine that sounded very much like child's cry of sadness.
 A few months before the opening of this story Bonnie Prince Bouncer had had most affectionate little master, Freddie Strong by name. But suddenly one day Freddie failed to come out to play with Bonnie Prince Bouncer, and then the poor doggie knew something had gone wrong with his loving and fronc- some young master. And several days later Bonnie Prince Bouncer was taken into a little bedroom-which he had been in many, many times before and which he knew to be his young master sand where he beheld Freddie lying among the pillows very i'll. Indeed, the sick boy paid little attention to his playmate, and only held out weak, white hand 10 him, saying: ''Poor old Prince Bouncer! Are you lonely, sold fellow? We'll, am too HI to play with you now. But may be-" And then Freddie lay very quiet, too weak to finish the sentence, and his mother lead Bonnie Prince Bouncer from the room.
 And so 1t happened that Freddie never again spoke to his dear old doggie, for one week later he passed from this world, and the old dog saw fiower-deckeo white box carried from the house one day, a box which was followed by Freddie's weeping mother and grief-bowed father. And then Bonnie Prince Bouneer knew some thing terrible had happened, and he went out to the stable and crept under the manager and lay there for two whole days, grieving over the absence or ms master Somehow he knew that Fred- die would never return to him.
 And so the days and weeks and months wore away, and Bonnie Prince Bouncer eriey-ed in his own dumb way as deeply as did the parents and friends of the de- parted little boy who had been the Joy and sunshine of his home, where no other child had come to share the love or ms parents and of Bonnie Prince bouncer.
 And on this morning of whlch wrlte Bonnie Prince Bouncer lay on the porch in the sum- his mind seemingly busy wltn serious thoughts. After little ne arose and walked off down the street. 1oliowihs a road that led to the outskirts oi town. He seemed to have nxed piace os to the right nor the left, but kept straight ahead, walking faster and faster as ne eme rged from the busy tnoroughIare in.o the quieter suburban road. And pretty soon he was going at fuli trot, ms tongue dropping easily from the sue oi his big red-lined mouth
 He paused at the entrance gate to a large building which appeared to be some sort of public institution. There Bonnie Prince Bouncer stood watching the great DflIa red doorway. After having waited some 10 or 15 minutes this door opened and out poured about 50 little boys. They ranged in ages from to 10. They ran into the wide spreading green lawn ana ged In various games But there was one little fellow who was crippled in his back and legs and who could not run and play as did the other boys. He stood on the steps watching his more favored com rades, a look of longing in his eyes. It was at this crippled boy that Bonnie Prin ce Bouncer looked, for something in his fair face and sunny curling hair resembled Freddie, who had gone away, never to return.
 And as Bonnie Prince Bouncer watched the little boy who stood on the steps he must have made very intense wish in his great loving dog heart, and that wish