Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1908-12-16
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IL FRIENDSHIP
O. DON AND JENGOa
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\ beloved dog. who did not wish listen
ers to think him weak. "Come on,
sir!"
lingo responded, and at such close
quarters that he almost trippsd Don
up.
The boy began to whistle airily
and happily. The dog, feeling his
day had come, save himself up to
all the puppy tricks that his starved
and unloved youth had denied.
He chased butterfly, keeping an
eye on Don meanwhile. He did not
want TO trust too far. He ran after
q squirrel. and then dashed back at
Don's whistle as promptly as If he
had been trained in the most select
kennel. He pranced and tore around
in circles. In ten minutes he learned
to "beg," and by an innate instinct
common to all animals he began to
look hopefully to Don for something
n return for the begging.
Then did Don regret having left
home unproyided with food. He be-
gan. without hope, to feel pangs of
hunger, and an awful alternative
faced him. TO so home arad set food
meant to part with Jings: The mis-
cry OF this suddsh realization turned
him i'll. He bent down and clasped
the yellow dog to his breast. Had he
courage to die for lingo!
Well. If death awaited them, at
Eleast they would have their fling
now. Lake Consolation was but q
mile distant. There lay distraction
fo- AN hour. They scampsred on.
! They swan in the warm, shallow
water; they lay and dried upon the
smooth. sunny beach, and then went
in again. Jingo displayed a passion
for kissing his newly-acquired mas
ter. and also for .nipping his bare
ankles with the abandon OF a dog
who had had ankles. at his disposal
! in the past!
Boy and dog were supremely. ab-
solutely happy. but hunger and a
vanishing day warned them that
earthly joys were fleeting.
At last Don faced the final argu-
ment: he was starved to death!
Come on. Sir" he said in so tragic
tone that lingo whined. and gazed
tenGerly into his masters eyes.
Slowly. ploddingly. the two re-
traced their steps. There was no
butterflies and little sunlight. The
wagsing tail dropped; the boy, tired
and weak from lack Of food, bent and
gathered the dog to his heart. Both
were silent now. lingo grew heavier
and heavier. He slept trustfully in
the safe shelter of the dim June twi-
light. Don's tears fell upon the
rough, yellow hair. They were the
tears of renunciation.
Then up the road, In the cleaning,
came Temptation. 1t was in the form
Of a travelling lunch wagon. and was
in command of smooth-spoken man,
keen for trade.
Fine animile, you're got there!"
"Yes." said Don proudly.
"Good watch dog9"
"You bet!" Had not lingo watched
all day?
"Well, the dog 1 had last, he used
to sit on the seat OF my wagon and
bark, while had to leave now. and
then for business. I want to get an
ether dog. and I don't mind paying
for him. How about a nice chicken
pie now and q bottle of fresh, creamy
milk"
Did that man recall the days Of
his own boyhcod?-the wet hair, the
empty stomach that accompany the
runaway bather? All the hunger
rose in Don at the call, and lingo
rose, too, smiling eagerly as he braved
his little fore paws against his mas
ter's shoulders.
make trade? Chicken pie and
glass of milk agin yaller dog!"
You said bottle Of milk" Don
broke in.
That's fore I got a good look at
the anim!le," the man laughed
coarsely.
How much ir your chicken ple?"
Don asked with dignity.
"a nickel"
''How much is your milk?"
"a dime, bottle; a nickel. n
| glass"
Give me pie and q glass OF
milk. {"
"And what do I get in return?"
"a dime," Don returned, and he
! showed his money.
The man picked out the smallest
pie poured out a meagre glass of
milk, and handed them to Don.
The boy put Jingo and the glass
upon the ground in close range: and
lingo, driven by hunger and unham-
pered by self-sacrificing ancestry,
drank that milk as fast as he could
lap it.
DON gave the glass back to tue
man and picked the dog up.
You won't part with the dog?"
asked the fellow.
mo-" Don spoke sturdi'v. al
though he had already planned Just
how he was to part with his treasure
in short time.
A half-mile from home Don halted.
The chicken pie was in his coat pock-
et-Jingo was noging it rapturously
"Jingo-we'ye-got-to = say =
/ good-by!"
The yellow dog wiggled from the
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