The Washington herald., 1908-07-04
DAISY AND MODRED. Jr
By W. F. BRYAN.

Being a stubborn young person. Daisy
shifted when the Carterets suggested
| sending the dog in by express She
glanced at the St. Bernard puppy. and
tossed her small, shapely head.
Il guess can take him twenty miles. -
! she Insisted, as she tugged at the leath-
er leash. ''As though 1 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 I am sure
that he Will not be the least bit Of trou-
bic on the way 20 town"
4 wish I could go 10 the station with
you" said Carteret regretfully. IF II
wasn't that I was expecting a long dis
tance call -"
'Nonseuss.' was the disdainful reply
1t Will not be the least bit OF trouble" g"
She shook hands with Carteret. kissed
Grace, and, with a final wave OF her
hand. started down the road toward the
station.
Daisy had always wanted a dog. and
Grace Carteret. knowing her longing.
had saved her one Of Champion Modred's s
puppies She could not wait for her new
pet TO be Grated and expressed. and her
tender heart revolted at the idea OF turn
ing the dog over TO the careless minis
trations Of the express agents. It was
only twenty miles to town. and Modred.
jr.. would not mind the half hour stay
In the baggage car.
II was hot and dusty walk TO the
station even in the crisp October air.
and she was glad when at last she came
in sight or the tracks and the little red
building. She strode across the plat
form, proudly leading Modred. jr., and
approached the baggage master
1 suppose that l may check my dog?"
she asked with a stress upon the word
my" The man smiled.
sure, he asserted. but the road IS
tied up. A freight train ran off the rails
at the bridge and it Will be some time
tomorrow before the trains run again"
Io-morrow?' gasped Daisy. Il must
be in town tonight"
There's the trolley" suggested the
agent. don't think they'll take the
dog, though. That's one Of the Carte
rets. isn't It? Better take him back and
nave him expressed in when the snarl
gets untangled."
With nod Of thanks, Daisy turned
away. But she had no intention of
turning back and confessing failure. She
mad declared her ability TO get Modred.
IT., 10 town. and she was going TO do II.
II might be against the rules to carry
dogs on the trolley. but Daisy, from her
ripe experience, knew men were but hu-
man. and that regulations were not al
ways observed. Modred. jr.. ambIed
amicably beside her, and 10 him she con-
hded her plan of campaign.
we must wait for a young conductor"
she explained Then, while I put on
my pleasantest air. you must look very
tired and detected. and he simply can't
refuse 10 take us
Perhaps if Modred, jr, had played his
part wei the result might have been
different. but MOdred. ir. was only !,
puppy, and the world was stiU his friend.
When the interurban car came along and
the conductor dropped from the step 10
explain TO the girl that IL was against
the rules 20 carry dogs. Modred. jr rose
on his hind legs and planted his paws
upon the conductors coat,
unheedful Of the fact that on the way
TO the trolley he had padded through
some deliciously cool mudholes.
Modred, Jr, meant well, but the con-
ductor sprang back to the platform, NUT |
tering uncomplimentary remarks about !
dogs. and the car sped on. leaving the
two standing in the road regarding each !
other dismally. The cars ran at fifteen !
minute intervals. and Daisy decided to /
walk on to the next stop. Modred. IT..
nothing loath, trotted beside her
II was the same story with the next |
car, though this time Daisy was careful
10 hold Modred, jr, on a short 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 determined. She had
often done her fifteen miles In thelfoun-
Try in summer. She could do 1T now
and. ignoring the fact that her dainty
shoes were scarcely designed for walking
she started of
Before the end OF the first five miles
she bitterly repented her decision. Her
ankles turned with the high-heeIed shoes
Whlle Modred, jr., was in dire distress
Ihis was far different from playing about
The yard at home and finally he sat
lown and fatty refused to go any far
her The limit of his puppy endurance
had been reached.
Ihere was no house in sight of the
spot where Modred jr. took his last
stand. For the last mile the road had
'un through the woods, and Daisy had
'eoourse to the feminine relief Of tears |