Evening star., 1922-07-02

scowls at 'em. and he glares at EN-
| And he feels of 'em. and orders 'em
to run about. And Nolan leans against
i. the rails. with his head hung down,
and pats me. And Miss Dorothy comes
over beside him. but don't say moth.
ing. A man on the other side of the
rail he says to the master: 'The
judge don't like your dog?"
NO" said the master.
Have you ever shown him before?"
says the man.
NO" says the master, land I'll
never show him again. He's my dog"
says the master. AN he suits me,
And ] don't care what no judges
think" And when he says them kind
words l licks his hand most grateful.
THE Judge had two of the six dogs
on little platform in the middle
Of the ring, and he had chased the
four other dogs into the corners.
where they was letting on they didn't
care. same as Nolan was.
At last the judge he gives a sigh,
and brushes the sawdust off his kneea
anu Soeo " tHc ldpie lh6 IlnR,
where there was a man keeping
score. and heaps and heaps of blue
and gold and red and yellow ribbons
And the judge picks up a bunch of
'em and walks to the two gentlemen
who was holding the beautiful dogs,
and he says to each Whats his num-
ber?" and he hands each gentleman a
ribbon. And then he turns sharp, and
comes straight at the master
Whats his NUMBER" says the
Judge. And Miss Dorothy claps her
hands and cries out like she was
laughing. Three twenty-six," and
the judge writes it down and shoves
master the blue ribbon.
, l bit the master and / jumps and
bit Miss Dorothy and 1 waggled SO
hard that the master couldn't hold
, me. When / get to the gate Miss
Dorothy snatches me up and kisses
, me between the ears, right before
millions of people, and they both hold
me so tight that 1 didn't know which
of them was carrying me.
We sat down together and we all
three just talked as fast as we could.
They was SO pleased that l couldn't
help feeling proud of myself, and l
barked and jumped and leaped about
80 gay that all the bull terriers in
our street stretched on their chains
and howled at me.
| But Jimmy Jocks he leaned over
from his bench and says. We'll done,
Kid. Didn't I tell you so? 1 saw
your grandfather make his debut at
the Crystal
"Yes, sir, you did. sir" says I, for
: l have no love for the men of my
family.
A GENTLEMAN with a showing
leash around his neck comes up
just then and looks at me very criti
cal. Mice dog you've got. Miss
5 Wyndham." says he. Would you
care to sell him?"
: Hes not my dog" says Miss Dor
othy, holding me tight. Il wish he
were.'
: Hes not for sale. SIR" says the
master, and I was that glad.
'Oh, he's yours. Is he?" says the
J gentleman, looking hard at Nolan.
We'll. Ill give you 500 for him."
says he careless like.
Thank you. sir, he's not for SALE"
says Nolan. but his eyes get very big.
, The gentleman, he walked away. but
he talks to a man in a golf cap and
by and by the man comes along our
street and stops in front Of me.
This your dog?" says he to Nolan.
PITY he's SO leggy." says he. "If he
, had a good tail and a longer stop
i, and his ears were set higher he'd be
good dog. AS he Is, I'll give $50
, for him"
But Miss Dorothy laughs and says:
, You're Mr.. Polk's kennel man, l be-
lieve. Well. you tell Mr.. Polk for
me that the dogs not for sale now
any more than he was five minutes
> ago, and that when he is he'll have
to bid against me for him" The man
looks foolish at that, but he turns to
Nolan quick like. "Ill give you three
hundred for him." he says.
; "Oh, indeed" whispers Miss Dor
othy. like she was talking to herself.
That's it, is it," and she turns and
looks at me. Nolan. he holds me
tight.
Hes not for SALE" he growls. and
the man looks black and walks away.
"why, Nolan" cries Miss Dorothy,
"Mr Polk knows more about bull
terriers than any amateur in Amer
lea. What can he mean? Why, Kid
is no more than a puppy! Three
hundred dollars for a puppy"
"And he amt no thoroughbred,
neither" cries the master. Hes
unknown ain't he?"
But at that a gentleman runs up
calling. Three twenty-six, three
twenty-six." and Miss Dorothy says,
Here he is. what is it?"
The winners class" says the gen
tleman. Hurry, please. The Judge
Is waiting for him. I'm afraid it's
only a form for your dog. but the
: Judge wants all the winners, puppy
class even"
We had got to the gate and the
gentleman there was writing down
my number.
"who won the open?" asks Miss
, Dorothy.
"oh. who would?" laughs the gen.
: tleman. 1.-THE old champion, of
, course. He's won for three years
now. There he is" and he points
to dog that's standing proud and
> naughty on the platform in the mid
die Of the ring.