Lower coast gazette., 1913-09-20

"A SuO(l QlStduc6 up Tue uOuutdlu,
clear in the light of the moon, a tiny
spring dubbed out of the ground, form.
ing a pool the size of a wash-basin. A
man lay beside the pool. SAKE Gotha
walked up to him, whining, and then
walked round and round him, shifting
him from head to foot. He licked his
face and paved at his shoulder with
his clumsy paw. But the man lay in
the heavy slumber of utter exhaustion.
He was a tall, lean, strong young fell
low, in his early twenties. His empty
canteen, his pick and bar beside him,
with a sack of ore, showed that he
was just back from a prospecting trip.
He had evidently run short of water,
and after a forced march to the spring,
where he had relieved his thirst, had
dropped asleep on the spot.
At last SAKE Gotha lay down with
his nose on the young mans shoulder,
and his brown eyes were alert in the
moonlight. SAKE Gotha had found his
man! Unkempt and %forlorn, unheed.
ing and unknowing, still this was SAKE
Gotha's man. Why, who a say? The
cause of love is quite beyond u un-
derstanding. We only know that love,
love of mother for child, of man lur
woman, of friend for friend, of dog for
man, gives to our everyday living its
noblest opportunities. Often it comes
to use under untoward circumstances,
visiting us when we least desire it. Yet
suddenly it thrusts into our lives a
void to fill which we must give our
wI,ole selves, let the sacrifice be what
it may.
SAKE Gotha had found his man! A
discovery as important as that of
course delayed the journey toward the
north. All through the desert night,
the Great Dane puppy lay shivering
beside his man. What he saw beyond
the silent desert, what vision of giant
tree trunks, gray-green against an age.
old turf, lured his exiled heart we can
not know. To understand what sud.
den fealty to the needless form he
guarded forbade him his north would
solve the riddle of love itself.
Little by little the stars faded. AT
last dawn lighted the face of the sleep.
ing man; he stirred and suddenly sat
up. SAKE Gotha bounded to his feet
with a bark of joy. Startled, the
young man jumped up, staggering with
weakness, and scowled when he saw
the big puppy chasing his tail. Hun
ger and a guilty conscience are richly
productive of vicious moods. SAKE
lGotha's man picked up a rock and
hurled it at him.
"Git! You blamed hound, you!"
In utter establishment, SAKE Gotha
paused his joyous barking, and stood
staring at the young fellows sullen
face. 1t was unbelievable! The young
man did not in the least realize that
he had been found! And yet, despite
the eyes inlamed by the glare of the
desert, his face was an intelligent one,
with good features. He glared at the
pup. and then walked weakly down the
trail to his hut. SAKE Gotha followed
and sat on his launches before the
door, waiting. After a long time, the
young man came out, washed and
shaved, and with fresh clothes. He
picked up his sack Of ore, and as he
did so, a hunted look came into his
gray eyes. Such a look on SO young
a face might have told SAKE Gotha thai
the desert is bad for youth. But SAKE
Gotha would not have cared. He KEEP
his distance warily and wagged hi:
tail. When the young mans glance
fell on the dog, he saw him as some