Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1923-12-07
"Davie" Was
Dog
By DOROTHY DOUGLAS


o. 1898. by Mcclure Newspaper syndicate.)
If Davie had not been along, Ethel
would not have been run down by the
swift-moving truck. And If Davie had
not bounded across the street, Ethel
would not have tried to save him and
events would not have piled up as
they did.
Davie and Ethel were having their
morning walk along upper Broadway
In the glorious sunshine. 1t was all
over In few fieeting moments Davie
darted across the street, Ethel few
wildly across to save him from an on
coming truck and a moment later she
lay q hudded mass of unconscious
ness In the dusty street.
The usual crowd gathered swiftly
but not too swiftly for Davie to leap
over and mount guard beside his be-
loved mistress. His great black body
bristled and ominous growls and rows
Of strong teeth dared any one to touch
his property.
The frightened mob hung back while
a red pool grew alarmingly bigger be-
side the PROSTATE Ethel.
And still no one was brave enough
to risk life for a life until John
Strange, also having his morning ram
BILE along the great highway, saw the
situation, pulled his muscles taunt and
gripped Davle firmly by the jaw. The
struggle lasted a GREATNESS moment.
There was badly torn hand for John
Strange, dawning Of understanding
in canine eyes as If mastership had
been recognized.
Ethel was carried swiftly and ten
derby into the drug store on the corner
to await the ambulance, and John
Strange followed to get his torn hand
dressed. Davle followed meekly. He
seemed now to realize that he could
do nothing and just hung about with
dropping tail and sad brown eyes. He
knew, too that In doing his canine
duty he had In some way transgressed
the human rules and was very much
In disgrace.
John Strange, when he appeared
again with his hand neatly bandaged,
saw Davies detection and had com
passion on him.
Come on, old boy" he said, you
won't be permitted to 20 along with
your mistress to the hospital, so you
had better stay with me-" He pulled
Davies long black ears affectlonately.
"What do you sayY
Davie fell right in with the idea, for
he arose and followed Strange in his
dignifed dog fashion, after casting a
lingering glance at his unconscious
mistress.
Strange gazed ruefully down at the
hand in which the dogs teeth had
left a nasty cash. Unfortunately it
was his working hand-that famous
left hand, known so well for its mas
terly cartoons. He would have to tel
ephone his newspaper to give some
other fellow chance while he was
nursing his useless hand.
whats your name, my boy" he
suddenly said to the black dog, and
STOPPING looked at the collar almost
buried in the long fur. "Davie Well,
that suits you. And now where do
you liver 79A West Seventy-eighth
street. ! know 1t is my duty to take
you home, but am not going to until
tomorrow. You would only be over
looked in the worry of having your
mistress in the hospital" He walked
along Broadway feeling curiously hap
py at the companlonship Of Davie, for
even a famous cartoonist can lead a
lonely existence.
AS for Davies mistress, she had
nasty wound on the temple which kept
her unconscious and gave considerable
anxiety to the doctor and nurses
However, when she finally did wake
from her long coma she felt reason
ably comfortable and happily quite
uncertain as to what had happened.
"Davie," she called softly, "where's
my Davie boy?"
Nurse and doctor exchanged glanees.
They imagined there was man in the
case who was no doubt ignorant of
the fact that his sweetheart was lying
In the hospital swathed in bandages
There had been nothing with which
to trace Ethel's identity and no mes
sage had reached the hospital regard
ing her.
my dog" she questioned piteously
HE is all have in the world-my
Davie."
But Davie was well cared for by
John Strange and the two were fast
becoming firm friends. Strange haC
gone to the address marked on tn,
dogs collar and found 1t to be al
empty house. He scanned the persona
column In a morning paper regularly
but decided that either Davies mis-
tress had not recovered from the acct
dent or she dreaded to inquire int
her dogs fate.
| Ethel, however, was making franti,
search for Davie upon her release from
the hospital, but 1t was not until sh,
read line in her daily paper that
clue was given as to the name o
the man whose courage In tacklin,
Davie had perhaps saved her life.
1--WE are pleased to announce" tn
article read, that our own JOIN
Strange will again be favoring us witt
his famous left-handed cartoons. Hi
injured fingers are ready now to han
die the pen"
| Ethel knew, without being told, tina
John Strange was the man to whom
she was indebted. There might be
thousand injured hands in New York
but something within her prompte,
the belief that she might thank hin
and so trace Davie. but she dislike,
Ia ~ KrN