Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-09-09
The Carleton Case CELL. n.. s, + T i. e c:ss ),

prejudiced In his favor. I'll admit; .
used to know him 80 we'll"
He rose as he spoke and started to
cave the room; hen paused a moment
on the threshold. throwing a backward
glance over his shoulder.
Come on, Rex" he called, and at
the sound of his voice there came
slowly from beneath the breakfast
table a little brown and white spaniel,
who first stopped leisurely to stretch
himself, next shook his slender body
nightly, as If to get himself
thoroughly awake. and finally trotted
briskly away at Helmar's heels. Then,
outside In the hall, as he saw his mas
ter reach for his hat Inc bag, he be-
came suddenly greatly excited, spring.
ing to and fro with quick, "
bounds. his mouth open. his little red
tongue hanging out, his brown eyes
glowing, finally standing straight up on
his hind legs, and waving his fore paws
frantically, as In supplication. Helmar,
observing him, held up a warning I'm
ger, and instantly the dog again SUBJ
sided, sitting quietly down on his
launches, his head cooke inquiringly
to one side, his brown eyes. nov grown
q trifle anxious. fixed IN his masters
face, uncertain of his fate. Helmar
looked gravely down at him, a twinkle
in his eye. but speaking with assumed
regret. NO" he said slowly, mo, I
guess not. sir. It's a long ways for a
little dog, and he might not behave
himself, either. He might bark-he
might run away-he might chase squir-
rels, even he might be a bad, bad
dog" Now the little dogs big, soft
eyes looked very sorrowful, as If they
were not far from tears; the head and
ears dropped pathetically, the tail limp,
discouraged and ~lifeless, every line of
his body expressing the idea that for
little dogs 1t was a very hard, a very
sad, a very unkind world. Then sud-
denly he raised his head. Surely, even
as he had despaired, a change had
come; surely the ~admonishing finger
was being lowered, and his masters
voice was speaking to him in the tones
he loved best to hear. But" Helmar
was slowly emphasizing, Seeing that
on the whole you're a pretty good little
dog, perhaps If you'll give me your
word-your solemn word-to behave,
and be a gentleman, why, I think"
his voice quickened p~erceptibly to a
more encouraging tone-"I think, sir, I
might let you go. 10 you want 10 go
sir? Do you want to go?"
There was no m%istaking the little
dogs answer. With one bound he
hurled himself headlong like a minia-
ture catapult against the solid oak Of
the door. then stood ~motionless. CULVER
ing with excitement, his tail waving
jauntily, like a plume, over his back.
giving vent to short, sharp barks of
joyful Impotence 1t was a great world
for little dogs, after all; a world of
blue sky and long, waving grass, a
world of running brooks and sunshine.
a world perhaps of squirrels even. Hell
mar. regarding him, laughed. Come
on, then" he cried, and in a moment
the door a closed behind them.
h tow clock was striking nine as
Helmar got off the train at Eversley,
walked up the station lane, and turned
into the narrow footpath leading
straight across the half mile of broad
green meadow that lay between the
station and The Birches. Rapidly and
steadily his tall figure strobe along.
from time to time with a half smile
on his dark, unshaven face. as he
watched the little spaniel tearing on far
ahead of him, in a very frenzy of de-
lighted freedom, racing and circling
desperately here and there in vain pur-
suit of butterfly and bird.