Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1909-01-12

In another Instant he tpds tn my lap.
to 60 out early, "while 1t was cool"
1--WE should all have been lying about
with wet handkerchiefs on our fore
heads at home, and there would have
been special prayers in church II 1t
had ever been what New Workers seem
TO think cooD, the butler came in leading
by a leash a perfect angel Of dog, a
little French bull, with skin satiny as
n ripe chestnut, and eyes like rosettes
Of brown velvet. with diamonds shin
ing through them. He had on spiky
silver collar, fringed on each edge with
white horsehair, and he came trotting
into the room with a high action Of
his paws, dainty and proud, like
horse that knows he's on show, and
his tiny head was cooked on one side
as II he were asking us to please ad-
mire him and be his friends.
I supposed that the little fellow BE-
longed to Mrs. Ess Kay, and that he
was being brought in to bid his mis-
tress good morning, but she said quite
sharply, What dog is that?'
"He's a parcel, ma'am," said the but
ler, addressed to Lady Betty Bulke-
ley. He was left at the door by mes
senger boy, and the labels on his col
lar"
In another instant that little live,
warm bundle sof brindled satin sewed
on to steel wires was in my lap. and
It did seem as II he knew that he was
mine. The queerest thing was that he
had no note with him. On the label
Just luggage label tied to his COLLAR
was my name. in strange but very
interesting looking hand, and these
words besides: "The dog is now found
His name Is Vivace."
"Who has sent 1t to you, Betty"
asked Mrs. Ess Kay, and l could see
by her eyes that she was very curious.
I had just answered. 81 don't know
from ADAM" when some words OF my
own jumped into my head. l could
hear myself saying. II must first find
the dog" and then I knew that the
giver of Vivace wasn't Adam. But
luckily hadn't thought before spoke,
so il was no harm to let 1t rest at that,
and just sat and played with my new
toy while Mrs. Ess Kay and her
brother jabbered about him excitedly.
at must he Tom Doremus," said she.
"He's the only man let you know
well enough ON board to take such
liberty
thought of another man she hadn't
wanted to let me know, but rubbed
nv chin on Vivace's ear, which felt
like wall flower, and kept quiet.
"Cheek of Doremus." remarked Mr..
Parker. Hes josher from way
back. How does he know Lady Betty
likes dogs? should send the little
brute off to the dogs home"
IF Mrs. Stuyvesant-knox makes me
| do that. shall have to go with him
aud stop with him. too" said l. And
I almost hated Mr.. Parker for min
| ute in spite of the walking stick roses
| and the snowstorm Of gardenias up
| stairs.
"Of course, you shall keep the dog
| If you want to-" said Mrs. Ess Kay
"un,css we find out that he's been sent
by some one undesirable. and then OF
course the duchess would expect me to
see that you gave him back"
| II feel somehow that we shall never
| find out" said. and hugged Vivace
so hard. without meaning to, that ne
gave 4 tiny grunt. But he didn't mind
a Lit and licked my hand with tongue
that was like a sweet little sample ol
pink plush.
| l was suddenly so happy with my
surprise present that fOrgave Ameri
ca for having imaginative reporters
and wasn't homesick for the pony ol
for Berengaria and her puppies or any
thing.
yiyace went out with Us In the elec
tric carriage. and even Mrs. Ess Kay
had TO admire him as he sat straigh
IN IN my lap, like bronze statue o.
| a Cog. Hes a thoroughbred, any
how" she remarked. "He can't have
cost penny less than $500. so>who
ever the anonymous giver Is. he mus
be rich man."
| I'm rather hazy about dollars, still
but when l heard that. felt myself
60 red. knew well enough that tn
glyer-who wasn't Adam-was yer!
far from being rich man. and