The Prescott daily news., 1908-11-25
! he Kew ard By E. D. Atkinson
By E. D. Atkinson

yi-yi-ki-yi!" yelped a little black dog, as he fled from the missiles of Suburbanite Jones and dodged around the corner of Neighbor Jackson's house into Philmots tidy lawn.
 Aaron Philmot. an eccentric bach elor of 45, was particularly proud of his beautiful lawn. and Jones expected the little stray dog to meet his doom
 But Philmont was not brutal. As the frightened canine rushed across the lawn and leaped upon the porch, pe- culiar compassion filled his heart, and he took the stranger into the house.
 That night as the kindly bachelor sat beside the hearth and petted his new-found friend, a notice In the even. ing paper attracted his attention. It read:
 Lost, Strayed or Stolen.-A small black dog with brown spot over the left eye. If found, advise and receive reward. J. L.. 121 B street"
 The description tallied exactly with the dog he had rescued. With feel ing akin to sorrow, for his heart longed for the affection manifested by the little fellow, Philmot went to his desk and wrote, in his frank. bold script:
 J. L.-Call at 1906 street, and you may have the dog advertised ill this evenings paper as lost Yours truly AARON PHILMOT"
 The following day he was surprised to receive a sweetscented missive, ad dressed by a feminine hand, and, opening it, lie read, with some curios. ity, the following:
 Aaron rhilmot. City.-Dear Sir: Will you please bring, or send, my lit tie terrier to my address? A satisfac- tory remuneration for your time and trouble will be made Yours truly. Jesse Le Seure."
 With mingled feeling of trepidation and anticipation. Philmot set out on his errand the following evening, just as the twilight shades were falling Beside him. secured by small rope trudged the terrier
 AS it was quite a Ions distance however, his fiutteTing heart had some what regained it's composure by the time he reached the correct number on B street, and he noted the surround ings as he sauntered up the brick walk that led to the house. It was a small house, set we'll back in the yard and the giant oaks cast gloom over it. However, a soft, mellow light from wit oh irt
 He rang the door bell and listened In an instant he heard some one walk. ing, and a lady, opening the door, bade him enter. She was middleaged but her luxuriant brown hair had not the slightest tinge of gray. Her face was fair and full, and her large eyes brown, and withal she charmed the bachelor of 45 as though he were schoolboy
 T have returned the terrier" he said, as he entered.
 "Oh, l am so glad" she answered, sweetly. He saved me from death at the time my husband was killed three years ago, and I am very much at tached to him"
 l lie conversation then Qrl1teQ to the tragedy and from there to current top ics. Ere he was aware of it two hours had flown, and yet he was 10th to go But the mantel clock kept warning, and with an effort he arose.
 Come again, Mr. Phimot," she said, with a most bewitching smile.
 With pleasure, if l may" he an swered.
 As they stood by the door one eve hing after the birds had retreated southward before the cold north wind. he held her hand a moment longer and gazed intently into her face.
 "A penny for your thoughts" she whispered.
 My thoughts?" he asked slowly but tensely My thoughts were of you. I was thinking of that 'ad' read sev- eral months ago"
 What about it?" she asked
 q want my reward" he answered, earnestly.
 Now the little terrier is at home among the beautiful shrubbery of Phil mot's suburban home. Neighbors Jones and Jackson eye the dog with astonishment, and recall his masters kindliness months before.