Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1910-05-20
A Good Dog Story.

down ter book "You put out the
lamps" he said "while ! go down
stairs and look at the furnace
ellison lighted a match and started
down The cellar stairs. Oh, how the
wind blew, sweeping the snew up
assinst tie cellar window. ellison
s arted for the furnace.
Suddenly be heard poise-a wall
ing sort of noise. He looked up quick
ly. There against the cellar window
was something huddled.
He,opened the window and pulled
in mass of quivering fur, wet and
cold He held UP to the light of the
gas the most miserable, unkem pit spec
linen Of street dog that he had ever
seen. ellison deposited him quietly
on the floor, hushing him up, and
started preeipitately upstairs
Say, my dear, there is dog down
there-worst thing you ever saw
There! Hear him scratching"
Mrs. Giison's voice was firm.
"What did you let him ID for?n she
said.
"Why how could helpit? couldn't
let him stay ont there in the cold. f"
"Well, we can't have him here. You
know what it means. He'll be a nui-
saDce in day or so. We simply
won,t be able to get rid Of hi.n; wen
become attached to him and it will
be awful. No, dear, you mustn't. Give
him bone from the refrigerator and
let him out again. Itwon't hurt him.
Fresh air is good for him."
ellison smiled grimly.
can right he said; elf you feel
that way about him you go down
and pul him cut yourself
"I'll do nothing CT the sort. You
let him in, and you'll put him out.
You must! The cook delests dogs.
she will leave. Come, get him out at
once"
ellison sighed.
"That's all right" he said. ~ APP
preciats the difficulty know its
nuisance, and we may regret it, but
III be hanged if | feel like turning
him out.n
Mrs. Gibson, however, was obdurate
at isn't our fault that he came.
We are not responsible. Now you go
right down. stairs and put him back
where you found him, or | shall never
forgive you"
Reluctantly he descended, stopping
at The refrigerator on his way down.
He gave the dog the bone he found,
and with heart like a dead weight
thrust the poor beast out ia the cold.
Winding, he crouched up against the
window. ellison turned away up
stairs.
"Walt,n he muttered to himself.
Mrs. ellison had gene up.
ellison locked up, taking more time
than usual. Then he followed his
wire, going into his own room. prepar-
ed for bed
He lay there for long time, silent
aud uneasy. Outside the snow fell ST
lently, bat at intervals the wind howl
ed.
An boar passed, ellison could
stand it no longer. He got up stealth =
lily and put on his bathrobe. He stole
into the hall. Not sound. He slip
ped Downstairs.
Jpn get him" he muttered to him
self, "wife or no wife. The servants
can leave, everything on earth een
happen, we can lose all our money, it
doesn't matter, but won't let that
poor dog stay out IN the cold"
Down. stairs he crept. He reached
the cellar. He started toward the
window. The dog was gone. He open
ed the window. A place where the
dogs form had lain shiverlng was
still marked out. But 1t was vacant.
ellison west back. Regret filled
him. 1t was too bad. Why had he
delayed?
He opsned the door 10 his room.
A voice.
"Who is it?"
1t was the voice Of MS. ellison.
He strobe across the hall to her
room.
"Were you locking for that dog,
dear?" she whispered.
eyes"
"wen, don't worry. PIE got him
here in bed with me. '-Thos l.. Ma
son, in Success.
Thanks
Mr.. and Mrs. Milton Miller wish to
thank their friends and neighdors for
their kindness during the illness and
at the funeral of their father, Mr.. &.