The Cairo bulletin., 1908-03-11
Every Dog
Has His Day
BY c. N. Jennings
(Copyright.)

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of his fiat watching the pretty girl
who lived opposite.
He had seen her thus at least a
dozen times; and though he hardly
thought II possible to get better ac-
quainted with her, he wondered wheth
er he was ever to have the luck to do
| so.
She came down the steps. crossed
the road, and then, as she reached Les
ter's side OF the pavement, disappeared
from view beneath him.
Just my luck" he murmured IF
she'd only kept to her own side of the
street | could have enjoyed the sight
/ Of her for half minute at least"
With a sigh of disappointment he
left the window, and went back to his
book and pipe
A minute later, his man servant
came in. "A lady 10 see you, sir, he
announced.
Lester stared at the card on the
tray. Miss Claire Grantley," he
read. Who is she-what does she
WANT" he asked somewhat irritably.
Il think she's brought dog, sir,
hesitated Collins.
Think What do you mean by
think If she's got a dog"
Beg pardon. sir. but it's wrapped
up"
Jock, Some one must have found
him, and come in answer to my adj
vertisement. Show the lady in at.
once"
He had barely time TO put his pipe
away and stir the fire when the door
opened. Lester stared Before him
stood the Identical girl he had been
watching from his wlndow-the girl
who lived opposite, She carried some
thing wrapped In a shawl.
"Miss-Grantley he faltered, offer
ing her a chair
Yes" she answered, a little shyly
II think I've found your dog
only saw your advertisement this
morning, or would have come sooner"
Il wish I'd lost him a year ago"
said Lester, so earnestly that her eyes
dropped before his I'm most awfully
obliged to you" he added in a more
moderate tone Won't you let him
out?"
She began untying the shawl. He
was so very risky, and | was afraid
he might run away. again" she ex-
planned, while Lester leant forward
eXpectantly.
Yes, that my Jock all over! He's
always running away It's really most
kind Of you to take SO much trouble"
There, he's OUT" she broke in as
a small brindled mongrel escaped from
the shawl. Save In size and coloring,
II was as unlike Testers valuable Alb
erdeen terrier as a dog could be. But
he had no time to say So for, as the
animal leapt to the floor ii seized his
extended hand between its teeth and
bit yiciously.
"Oh, | hope he hasn't bitten you'll"
cried the girl In alarm,
Motifs nothing" he declared. re-
treating before the snarling mon
grel.
"Oh, but he has" she insisted.
jumping up. DO let me look"
The touch of her soft white fingers
thrilled him. She misinterpreted the
little satisfied ejaculation that escaped
him as her hand met his.
Now I've hurt you" she lamented.
Hurt isn't exactly the word
To-, ta ri -
his face she read her mistake
Your own dog. too" she said drop |
ping his hand. How very extraordi- !
nary"
'Yes-isn't It," he stammered
She was so distractingly pretty that
he hadn't the heart to undeceive her |
to admit that the dog was not his. !
The truth would only mortify her
pride, and perhaps bring the inter
view to an abrupt end.
It's mere scratch" he went on.
"He-that is Jock-always was a bit
uncertain. you know"
And yet" she declared, he was
quite friendly with me-"
Does that surprise your" he asked
with smile of much meaning.
But perhaps you are not
very fond of him" she returned, ignor-
ing both question and smile.
Lester gave the small cur a glance
of misgiving before answering. "On
the contrary, I'm quite devoted to
him." he stammered
Il don't mind confessing," she re-
turned, that | was very disappointed
when | saw your advertisement. You
see. he had followed me home"
Naturally"
And had got quite attached to
him"
He exchanged another defensive
glance with the dog, whose head pro-
truded from beneath the sofa That's
more than he deserved" he said. I
ooh. but he's such a dear!"
"WeuId-would you like to keep
him?" he asked with unnecessary
eagerness.
Il believe you want to get rid Of