Charlevoix county herald., 1915-03-06


you? You see, your editor doesn't
want to be counted the VERY POOR
EST member in the club; and as so
many of our little club members have
been sending in dandy stories, 1 guess
it's proper for your editor to send
IN one too.
The story | shall tell you this week
will be about little girl and a dog
The story is a make-believe story, but
the dog is really-truly dog and can
10 the tricks that Fritzie did in the
stoElAsS,siy the really-truly dogs
name isn't Fritzie. And the little girl
is really-truly girl, but her name
isn't Barby. Here is the story:
BARBY AND FRITZIE.
Barby sat on her aunt Ellen's front
porch with her chin in her hand and
a sad look on her usually happy face.
To tell the truth Barby was lonesome.
She wanted to go back home-back
TO the country where her papa and
mama and baby Bonnie lived. She
had been visiting her cousin Armand,
who lived in the city and she was
getting homesick as little girls some
times do. She wanted to see her dog,
Carlo, and her cat, Snip. She wanted
70 help feed the chickens and calves
and pigs; and she wanted to hear the
birds sing in the old apple trees by
the kitchen window. But she wasn't
going home until Wednesday and this
was only Monday, and-Oh dear, Bar
ny did feel bad!
Then Aunt Ellen came out on the
porch and sat down near her.
"What is the matter, Barby ?"
asked her aunt Ellen alphabetically.
"I'd like to see Carlo-and Snip"
confessed Barby hesitatingly, for she
didn't really want to confess that she
was homesick. "Carlo is so smart"
she added apologetically, "and can do
such funny tricks"
"Fritzie can do tricks, too" said
Aunt Ellen
Fritzie was Armand's dog.
"Fritziew cried Barby jumping up
excitedly. what can she do,
Auntie?"
"She will hold a piece of bread on
her nose until you count seven; then
she will toss it in the air and catch
it in her month";" said Aunt Ellen.
ooh, do you think she would do it
for me ?" inquired Barby eagerly.
eyes, l think she would" smiled
Aunt Ellen. Suppose you try"
~ WILL" cried Barby. "Fritziei
Fritzie" she called.
A big black and white spotted dog
bounded down the path in response to
Barby's call, and stopped at her side
"Fritzie," said Barby patting the
dogs sleek head. "Fritzie, l want
you to do a trick for me. VIII you ?"
Fritzie wagged her tail.
MAY have piece of bread, Aunt
ELEM" asked Barby.
Certainly" said Aunt Ellen. 81
will get you u nice piece Of bread
with butter on it. Fritzie likes bread
and butter"
Aunt Ellen soon brought the bread
and gave it to Barby.
Barby broke off little piece and
placed it on Fritzie's nose.
"Now hold very still, Fritzie, until
count seven; then you can have the
bread" said Barby.
Fritzie wagged her tail again, sat
down on her hind feet and held her
mead very still.
zone, two, three, four, five, six,
seven," counted Barby.
Then-up went Fritzie's nose. Into
the air went the bread. Snap went
Tritzie's jaws-and the bread was
gone.
Barby cIapped her hands.
you're a smart dog, FritzieW she
RED. GA very smart dog; ana I'm
going to try and teach Carlo that
trick when | get home. Can Fritzie
do any more tricks, Aunt Ellen ?"
"She can play the piano." said Aunt
Ellen.
"Play the pianop cried Barby.
"Why, who ever heard of dog doing
thatl Can she really play, Aunt
ELEM"
"She can't play a tune" explained
Aunt Ellen; "but she sits upon the
stool and thumps the keys with he
paws"
"Do you suppose she would do it
for me ?" asked Barby.
,gShe will-when she rests awhile, "
pifsnised Aunt Ellen. Fritzie always
likes to rest between tricks. But you
may come out IN the garden with me
and help pick some strawberries for
dinner; and after dinner Fritzie shall