White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1923-06-22
INSTALLMENT NO. 6.

Sy CO VII tiO Stey, Sii0HSSAUA A"NNO
that looked up at him with such in
nocent confidence in his authority,
drew her away again from the door
by the one means at his disposal. He
returned to his questions about Tom
ME.
wait little please What sort of
dog is he?"
Isabel turned back again from the
door. To describe Tommie was Ia
Dor of love- HE is the most beautl-
full dog in the world" the girl began,
with kindling eyes. He has the most
exquisite white curly hair and two
light-brown patches on his back, and,
oh! such lovely dark eyes, They call
him a Scotch terrier When he is well
his appetite is truly wonderful-noth-
ing comes amiss to him, sir, from
pate de foie gras to potatoes. He has
his enemies, poor dear, though you
wouldn't think it. People who won't
put up with being bitten by him
(what shocking tempers one does
meet with, to be sure) call him
mongrel Isn't it a shame? Please
come in and see him, sir; my lady
will be tired of waiting"
Another journey to the door fol
lowed those words, checked instantly
by serious objection.
stop minute! You must tell me
what his temper is or | can do moth
ing for him"
Isabel returned once more, feeling
that it was really serious this time.
Her gravity was even more charming
than her gayety AS she lifted her
face to him, with large, solemn eyes,
expressive of her sense Of RESPONSE
bility, Hardyman would have given
every horse in his stables to have had
the privilege of taking her in his
arms and kissing her.
''Tommie has the temper of an an
gel with the people he likes" she
said when he bites, it generally
means that he objects to strangers.
He loves my lady, and he loves Mr..
think that's all. This way, sir, if you
please; | am sure | heard my lady
CALL"
NO" said Hardyman, in his i'm
movably obstinate way. Nobody
called About this dogs temper?
Doesn't he take to any strangers ?
What sort Of people does he bite in
general?"
Isabels pretty lips began to curl
upwards at the corners in quiet
smile. Hardymans last imbecile ques-
ton had opened her eyes to the true
state of the case Still, Tommie's flu
ture was in this strange gentleman s
hands; she felt bound to consider
that And, moreover, it was no every
day event in Isabel's experience to
fascinate famous parsonage, who
was also a magnificent and perfectly
dressed man She ran the risk of vast
ing another minute or two and went
on with the memoirs of Tommie.
II must own, SIR" she resumed
that he behaves little ungratefully
even to strangers who take an in
terest in him. When he gets lost in
the street (Which is very often), he
sits down on the pavement and howls
till he collects a plying crowd round
him; and when they try to read his
name and address on his collar he
snaps at them. The servants generally
find him and bring him back; and as
soon as he gets home he turns round
on the door-steps and snaps at the
servants think it must be his fun
You should see him sitting up in his
chair at dinner-time, waiting to be
helped, with his fore-paws on the edge
of the table, like the hands of a gen
tleman at public dinner making a
speech. But, OH" cried Isabel, check
ing herself, with the tears in hel
eyes, chow can talk of him in this
way when he is so dreadfully ill?
Some of them say it's bronchitis, and
some say it's his liver. Only yester-
day | took him to the front door to
give him little air, and he stood still
on he pavement, quite stupefied. For
the first time in his life he snapped
at nobody who went by; and oh, dear
he hadn't even the heart to smell a
lamp-post!"
Isabel had barely stated this last
affecting circumstance when the
memoirs of Tommiee were suddenly
cut short by the voice of Lady Lyd-
iard-really calling this time-from
the inner room.
Isabel! Isabel" cried her ladyship,
what are you about?"
Isabel ran to the door of the bou-
doir and threw it open. go in, sir.
Pray go I'M" she said.
without you?" Hardyman asked.
II will follow you, sir. have some
thing to do for her ladyship first"
She still held the door open, and
pointed entreatingly to the passage
which led to the boudoir. II shall be
blamed, SIR she said, "if you don't
go in"
This statement of the case left
Hardyman no alternative. He present
ed himself to Lady Lydiard without