The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1923-06-22
INSTALLMENT NO. 6.

eyes On the pICJty, Cudh6Oiui La
that looked up at him with such
nocent confidence in his authorit
drew her away again from the do'
by the one means at his disposal. +
returned to his questions about Ton
ME-
wait a little, please. What sort {
a dog is he?"
Isabel turned back again from tn
door To describe Tommie was a ls
Dor of love HE is the most beauti
full dog in the world" the girl began
with kindling eyes. ''He has the mos
exquisite white curly hair and tw,
hght-brown patches on his back, and
OH such lovely dark eyes, They cal
him Scotch terrier When he is vel
his appetite is truly wonderful-noth
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 a
mongrel Isn't it 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 minuteI You must tell me
what his temper is or l 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 be objects to strangers.
He loves my lady, and he loves Mr..
Moody, and he loves me, and-and l |
think that's ALL This way, sir, if you
please; I am sure l heard my lady
,all."
mo-" said Hardyman, in his i'm
obstinate way Nobody
:alled. About this dogs temper?
Doesn't he take to any strangers?
What sort OF people does he bite in
eneral?"
Isabels pretty lips began to curl
pwards at the corners in quiet
mile. Hardymans last imbecile ques-
on had opened her eyes to the true
tate of the case. Still, Tommie's flu
Ire was in this strange gentleman's
ands; she felt bound to consider
lat. And, moreover, it was no every ,
ay event in Isabeps experience to a
lscinate famous parsonage, who L
as also a magnificent and perfectly
'essed man. She ran the risk of vast
G another minute or two and went
| with the memoirs of Tommie. a
Il must own, SIR she resumed, q
hat he behaves a little ungratefully
even to strangers who take an in
rest III him. When he gets lost in
e street (Which is very often), he d,
IS down on the pavement and bowls IL
he collects a plying crowd round
m; and when they try to read his st
me and address on his collar he et
APPS at them. The servants generally
ID him and bring him back; and as st
on as he gets home he turns round dt
the door-steps and snaps at the al
wants. l think it must be his fun. le
u should see him sitting up in his
air at dinner-time, waiting to be 'sE
Iped, with his fore-paws on the edge tel
the table, like the hands of a gen.
man at public dinner making a wi
sech. But, OH" cried Isabel, check
(, herself, with the tears in her fai
IS, how can | talk of him in this dit
y when he is so dreadful1y ill?
ne of them say it's bronchitis, and dis
ne say it's his liver Only yester- in
2 | took him to the front door to VIII
e him a little air, and he stood still Gas
he pavement, quite stupefied For hir
first time in his life he snapped br,
Nobody who went by; and oh, dear,
hadn't even the heart to smell fla1
p-post!" Mr.
'abel had barely stated this last cal
letting circumstance when the can