Evening star., 1922-07-02


Mr.. WynGham. sir" turned over the
letters the master had given him.
We'll. these references certainly are
very strong" he says. II guess I'll
let the dog stay this time. Only see
you keep him away from the ken
nels-or you'll both 60"
Thank you. sir says the master.
grinning like a cat when she's safe be-
hind the area railing.
Hes not bad bull terrier" says
"Mr. Wyndham. sir" feeling my head.
mot that I know much about the
smooth-coated breeds. My dogs are St
Bernards. What's the matter with his
ears?" he says. They're chewed to
pieces. Is this a fighting dos?" he
asks, quick and rough like.
l ran to the master and hung down
my head modest-like. waiting for him
to tell my list Of battles. but the mas
ter he coughs in his cap most painful.
"Fishtin' dog. SIR" he cries. "Lor' bless
you. sir. 'ees just a puppy, sir. same as
you see: pet dog. so to speak
well. you keep him away from my
ST. Bernards," says "Mr. Wyndham.
SIR or they might make a mouthful
of him.
Yes. sir. that they might" says the
master. But when we gets outside he
slaps his knee and winks at me most
sociable
The masters new home was in the
country. in province they called Long
Island.
Now. Kid" says the master. you've
got to understand this. When whistle
1t means you're not to go out of this
ere yard. These stables is your jail.
And if you leave EN- I'll have to leave
EN-. too. and over the seas. in the
County Mayo. an old mother will ave
to leave her bit of a cottage For two
pounds | must be sending her every
month. or she'll have naught to eat.
nor no thatch over 'er head; so l can't
lose my place. Kid. an see you don't
lose it for me. You must keep away
nels are for the quality. l wouldn't
take a litter of them woolly dogs for
one wag of your tail. Kid. but for all
that they are your betters. same as the
gentry up in the big house are my bet
ters. ! know my place and keep away
from the gentry. and you keep away
from the champions
So l never goes out of the stables.
All day l just lay in the sun on the
stone flags. licking my jaws.
ONE day the coachman says that
the little lady they called Miss
Dorothy had come back from school,
and that same morning she runs over
to the stables to pat her ponies. and
she sees me.
"Oh. what a nice little. white little
dog" said she; whose little dog are
you?" saye she.
That's my dog. miss" says the mas
ter. "'Is name is Kid and I ran up to
her most polite and licks her fingers.
You must come with me and call on
my new puppies" says she. picking me
up in her arms and starting off with
me.
"Oh, but please. miss cries Nolan.
give tIldl the
Kids not to go to the Kennels
"That'll be all right" says the little
lady; they're my kennels, too. And
the puppies will like to play with him."
You wouldn't believe me If was to
tell you of the style of them quality
dogs. There was forty of them. but
each one had his own house and a yard
hisself. They had servants standing
round waiting to feed 'em when they
was hungry. and Wallets to wash 'em;
and they had their hair combed and
brushed like the grooms must when
the go out on the box. Even the pup
on 'em in blue letters. and the name of
each of those they called champions
was painted up fine over his front door,
But they were very proud and naughty
dogs. and looked only once at me. and
then shifted in the air. The little lady's
own dog was an old gentleman bull
dog and e turned quite kind and affable
and showed me about.
Jimmy Jocks" Miss Dorothy called
him. but owing to his weight. he walk
ed most dignified and slow. and looked
much too proud and handsome for such
a silly name.
That's the runway. and that's the
Trophy House." says he to me, land
that over there is the hospital"
And which of these is your 'ouse,
sir?" asks I, wishing to be respect
full II don't live in the kennels"
says he, most contemptuous. Il am
house dog. 1 sleep in Miss Doro-
thy's room. And at lunch I'm let in
with the family. I suppose" says
he. speaking very slow and impress
sive, Il suppose I'm the ugliest bull
deg in America and as he seemed
to be so pleased to think hisself so.
said. Yes. sir. YOU certainly are
the ugliest ever 1 see
But 1 couldn't hurt 'em, as you
say" he goes on. I'm too DID," he
says; Il haven't any teeth. The last
time one of those grizzly bears"
said he, glaring at the big st. Ber-
nards. took hold of me. he nearly
was my DEATH" says he. He rolled
me around in the dirt, he did," says
Jimmy Jocks, AN I couldn't get UP.
1t was low" says Jimmy Jocks, maxi
ing a face like he had bad taste in
his mouth.
At this we had come to little
house off by itself. and Jimmy Jocks
invites me in. This Is their trophy
room," he says. where they keep
their prizes. Mine" he says, rather
grand like, ARE on the sideboard."