Norwich bulletin., 1910-04-09
(written for The Bulletin )

Yesterday, in the street, saw a pet dog run over by an automobile The
 little fellow was still breathing, as
 kindly hands drew him to the edge of
 the sidewalk and laid him where he
 would be protected by the curb. In-
 Stantly a crowd had gathered and
 presently there came pushing through
 the crowd a woman with a toddling child at her side. My dogl Is 1t my
 dog?" she kept asking. Then. seeing
 him, she choked back a cry, and went
 down on her knees in the muddy street and gathered him up in her arms.
 Poor Chippo, dear little Chippoi" Chippo opened his eyes, tried to lick he'd hand with his tongue, and smiled dying smile into her face. The woman
 went away sobbing, the child looked back over its mothers shoulder with wondering eyes, a man appeared to remove the little dead form. and the crowd dispersed. But not before some one, coming round the corner, called out, What happened? Run over by an auto? Anyone killed?" and the an- swer had been given, "Oniy a dog
 Only a dosI hastened on. There was a big lump in my throat that I world to hear. My thought went back to an autumn day. years ago. when Cherokee, dearest of darling dogs. and fadthfullest of friends. lay dead at my
 
 me tell you a little of what Cherokee's friendship meant to me. He was a big, overgrown, six months old puppy when he came to live with us; and with him was brought to the house his brother, for me to take my choice. The brother had more white about the face. possi- ply he might have been considered the handsomer of the two; but when me something subconscious passed be- tween his soul and mine and I said:
 'TH keep this one; he is my dog" Those who brought him called him name. but to me rom the first he was Cherokee" When the men led his brother way, thus separating the two who had fed and slept and played to- gether all their short six months of life, took a seat by the window, with Cherokee in my lap. to see them drive away. Cherokee strained his neck to watch his brother out of sight. and when he turned his eyes up to me they were fuli of tears. Thereupon put my arms around him and my lips to his ear while talked to him softly and com- forted him From that moment he set tied himself contentedly among us, adopting our family for his own
 Dear as he was, [ was at first half afraid of him. had not been used to dogs, and he was so big and vigorous. storming the house in such boisterous
  leaping in and out of windows, and bounding over everything in sight. that all I dared do was to sit hack and, watch him. What would he do next, II wondered. He did the cunningest things in the cunningest possible way. He chewed up our best hats. our gloves sofa pillows, overslnoes and hot water bottles, making havoc of everything he could set those little sharp teeth Of his into. Friends and neighbors advised US to beat him, but we did not like to; indeed, we did not know how, and afterward were glad that we never had. You see, he was not really naughty; he WAS only acting out his puppy nature, and we had to get used to that He was only a dog. He had never been taught the Ten Commandments, never heard of the Golden Rule. How should he know any difference between meum and tuu1n ? He did know the people he loved, and he would have stood by us to the death.
 He had bull blood. and no dog is so deeply affectionate az the bull. But the bull ablood made him a fighter. He