Judsonia weekly advance., 1915-05-19
THAT DOG TWEEDLE
By MAY ELLSWoRTRY.
Copyright. 1915, by ". c. Chapman.)

silver gone, and Mrs Briggs in a faint beneath the table. Upon the floor sat the woolly dog, looking at me responsibility, as if to say: You're a nice sort of householder, to let bur glars come in the night and stuff me so full of delicacies that I can't eat any breakfast" That is the sort of dog Tweedle was.
 He was the most useless dog I ever knew. All he could do was to run round, eat, and utter his shrill little bark. One day he came to me with a ball of blue yarn in his mouth. A thread stretched into invisibility at the end of the garden. Presently I saw somebody coming across from un- der the peach trees. It was the girl who lived in the house behind the garden. Sometimes I would see her she was dressed in white and had blue eyes, and she was holding the ens of the wool.
 "Oh, please, your dog has taken my skein," she said tremulously
 After that it seemed easier to make the girls acquaintance. Sometimes I would venture to sit beside her under the trees. We found we had a lot to talk about, but our meetings generally lapsed into silent ones, and yet we both felt perfectly satisfied with them. She introduced me to her mother and brothers, but I paid them little atten- tion. I used to think a lot about the girl, and I was glad she was fond of Tweedle.
 I had to go West for six months to settle up an estate 1 told the girl She looked at me with a sort of in- quiry in her eyes. So explained how sorry I was to go, and thst it was unavoidable. I was not going to rent the house, though, and-would she take care of Tweedle, since she seemed fond of kim?"
 She looked at me very strangely. ''Is that all-all you want of me?" she asked.
 q wouldn't dare to ask more of you," I answered.
 "Yes-I'll take him. she whispered, and, turning suddenly, ran into the E. When I went to say good-by I was told she was indisposea, but she sent word that she would take care of Tweedle.
 I was a whole year in California, be- cause the business had more ramifica- tions than I had expected. I thought a good deal about the girl, and won- dered how Tweedle was getting along. When I got back to Montclair the house was closed. I was sorry-I missed the girl and Tweedle
 I had no more business in the city. I spent all my time in my home. I found I was moping. One day Mrs. Briggs told me that it was said the again. That was correct; man and woman came to live in it. Two days later I saw the girl under the peach trees. I went over to her. She was surprised to see me.
 We have just come down for a week to arrange about the sale,' she said. We are living in Washington. Did you want Twesdle?"
 'No," I answered, "but I want you. I have missed you. never knew"
 She interrupted me- You should have told me before," she said. q have been married three months now. But I think" hysterically-"ycu had better have Tweedle."
 "No, thank you, don't want to see Tweedle," I replied That is all I re- member of that interview, except that a mans voice was calling somewhere behind the peach trees.
 Two or three years passed had Somehow I liked to associate it in my mind with the girl who had walked among the peach trees.
 I liked to sit under the peach trees when they were blooming. was seat cd there one day in early May, when I saw a ridiculous little black, woolly dog come through the gate. The crea- ture seemed to recognize me, and be- gan frisking about my knees. When I stood up my knees were shaking, be- cause I was looking at the girl who had sat where I was sitting now.
 "So it was you who bought this placer" said the girl.
 "Yes," I answered, looking at her in wonder. She was changed a good deal not in features or figure, but spiritually, I thought.
 Why did you buy it?" asked the girl.
 T wanted to think of you. You see, I learned too late that I-had loved you"
 And I never thought you loved me-" answered the girl. That was why I narried--because I felt too wretched to let my thoughts dwell on you. You see, I was so simple-it never oc- cured to me that could think of you after I was married to another man."
 But you have?" I cried.
 The peach-tree girls head dropped down, and I saw two tears trembling dpon her eyelashes. And then-well, ! forgot that she was married.
 She raised her head. My husband died year ago." she said. He was killed in an accident. We were un- happy. I did not know that people