The Tulsa star. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1913-1921, 1913-11-01


the pathetic missive, but I'm started
and I've got pride enough to go
through with IT, Mother I'm going TO
the East Indies next Then I'm com.
ing tomc And I'm going TO bring
back some of the rare silks and jew.
els they say you can pick up there
for sonE,'
Vain dreamer \ year went by
and no further word from the wan.
derins boy and the ship he had sailed
in reported lost in a terrible simeon
Off the Malacaca coast
Mrs. Smith was strangely silent all
that evening After they had retired
for the night her husband noted how
restless she was. Once he fancied
he heard her sobbiug softly
lie was himself awakened shortly
after midnight by the barking of the
dog The animal seemed to have
come up to the house and was paw.
ing at the door. Mrs. Smith made no
complaint and Jared knew she was
thinking o; the lost son.
You can fetch that dog into the
kitchen If you want to. Jared" she
said softly as her husband started out
to feed the stock.
As Jared came out into the yard
the dog limped up to him The far
mer petted the animal and motioned
1t to follow him into the house. How.
| ever, the animal acted strangely. It
did not seem to want to go with him.
! circled about him and then turning It's
face toward some thick underbrush
whined in plaintive and it seemed a
| boseoching way.
The critter acts funny | declare!'
/ Jared was saying as his wife came out
into the yard. why. what does the
/ animal want. anyhow"
/ The dog had caught a loose fold OF
/ his coat in its teeth and was per
aistcntly pulling at him.
This means something. Samantha"
/ said her husband quite seriously. See,
I he wants us to follow him"
"l, does look that way" agreed Mrs
Smith
Out Of curiosity both of them fol
lowed the limping animal. The dog
| penetrated the thick copse given over
to dense underground Ten feet ad-
vanced among this Jared Smith halted
with a shock
"Why, Samanth!" he exclaimed.
ITS a mani"
Mrs Smith peered timorously over
her husbands shoulder
"Oh, Jared! is it some one dead?"
81 think not, hope not. Samantha,
J replied Jared, lifting a one-half eaten
little loaf from beside the PROSTATE
| figure-"your bread"
Just there the dog crept up to the
stranger and nosed at his face buried
In the grass. The recumbent mar
moved and then with a groan turned
his weary fever-stricken eyes upon
the intruders.
Mother" he uttered. and col
lapsed
"Oh. jared" fairly shrieked Mrs
Smith, its my boy"
Yes, thus the runaway had come
home-ln lieu of silks of the far away
Indies. rags Instead OF the dazzling
CLEAN of jewels. the hectic glitter oi
death in his eye,
Just in time they had found him
When they had carried him-oh. sc
tenderlyl to the house, and the doc
tor arrived 1t was to tell them that
another hour in inattention might
have ended in his death.
Il stole up to the house weak, al
most fainting." David Smith told then
1, los
ragged and ashamed. | could not &c
in. But there was mothers bread
| took it, not the dog. not this gran'
splendid hero to whom | owe my life
in discovering me later that night"
And the night of n grand famil!
jubilee. attended, too. by the faithful
sweetheart of old times. the faithful
animal was awarded post Of honor
Copyright. 1918, by w. c. Chapman)