Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-02-15
Drawings by B. Cory Kilvert

nOWN the road they went together
IL a boy and dog \ little, freckled- s
faced, bare-legged master trudg-
ing along in the dust with brown arms
plunged deep in trousers pockets, with =
q faded shirt. blue, open at the
throat. suspenders doing business on
total of three buttons, light cap
stuck jauntily the back Of of
red tousled hair. face that had in it
all the bravado of bovhood. and lips
that puckered, whistling, that, the boy.
Behind him, shifting al his heels, a little,
yellow, nquisitive pup, ganging, mostly
legs and wagging tail, trailing along
steadily on big jointei, wabbly under
pinning, pausing and cooking his head
side, with appraised front paw and
ear thrown back to stare at sparrow,
running and jumping now and then
upon his master, paving him in all the
glee Of young doghood,-that, the dog.
So they went the brow Of the hill and down
the shaded road under the overangng els, the master
scng the dust with his feet into little white Clouds and
and then dropping his hand for the dog the
dog trailing along behind fawning playfuly upon
him. his tail wagging until his whole body seemed to
wag with it, and his eyes worshipfuly upon his
OF course they didn't the big touring that
purred up behind them, and matter of fact the
driver didn't them either because just he reached
the brow OF the HILL he turned speak big and
girl seated the seat beside brinde bulldog
quickly; for, before he could yell warning the girl
screamed and claSped her hands in horror, dog yeped
a wild puppy yawp OF terror and skedadded tail be-
tween legs to point Of safety the side of the road
just the mud guard struck the boy hurting him into
a little motionless heap in the middle Of the road.
With quick, rasping screech the brakes went
the painting engine coughed and stopped dead while
the big red-faced the back seat scrambled out
in haste and toward the STILL dust-covered bundle
beside the For moment he knet beside it with
heavy fingers, he began rub the boys hands and fore
head clumsiy yet tenderly A few seconds later the
little fellows eyes opened and he stared up into the
faces leaning him.
For moment spoke, and the boy did not
move only lay inert silent staring as if in wonder
straight up into the girls eyes. Then suddenly from
in front OF the the fierce growing of dog
followed by wild terrified velping and the snarling
medley of fight At the first sound the boy raised
his head listening; then recognizing the yelping he
struggled fercely to get and, tearing himself free
from Them his hurts forgotten, threw himself into
confused wrigging of fur and dust in front Of
the emerge moment later with terrified, whn-
pering collection of yellow dogs legs in hand and
rock picked from the roadbed in the other standing
defantlv, his dog thrust behind him and the rock held
back menacingly. in shrill voice he exposed divers
and sundv defects in the bulldogs ancestry and dared
him to come on
W/ELL, that the way that Carrots and his dog
Legs came to join forces with the Roderick Sta
bles, and that also marked the beginning of the DAYS
when Big Bill Roderick the top of his of
prosperity,-when the purses all the tracks seemed
to have formed the habit of gravitating toward Roder
ick and any horse he entered in simply could
not lose. When they were running second in those
DAYS the leader fell something happened to him,
and when they finished second as in the case of
The Knight when he second to Lorna Doone the
latter disqualified. Luck! Luck nothing then:
it was habit, downright habit. And all of it after
little red haired codper and his