, 1923-03-01
FAITHFUL DOG MUST WAIT
FOR YEAR AND A DAY

In last Saturdays issue OF the Dem
YER Post is published an unusual hu-
maj Interest story which has for
its main characters a little man, in
a faded brown overcoat." a common,
everyday sort of a cur pup. and a
crippled girl.
The story. as told by Courtney
Cooper in The Denver Post, reads
as follows:
Over at Fourteenth and Stout
streets, each day there stands two
beings-a little man, in a faded
brown o%vercoat, and a yellow dog
both waiting, both watching. The
mans eyes are on his express truck,
and the possible customer who may
need it's services; the dogs eyes are
for every woman who passes along
the street, searching eyes, however,
which watch for but one figure.
Eyes which go unrewarded, and
which must remain unrewarded for a
q and a day. For behind 1t all
there lies a story of shadows and sor-
rows and the clutch of the law; of
friendship, Of falkland of the dim
cell blocks down at Canon City,
where persons become numbers and
hopes are measured only by the
l~engthening and shortening Of the
sunrays that find the temerity to
sneak between the interstices of steel
barred openings to a world denied.
But the yellow dog knows nothing Of
this. He only knows to wait.
Protects Girl With World Against
Her
Frank w. Mott is the man-once
a horseman and raiser of purebred
dogs. known to most Of Denver; al
ways a queerly sympathic little fell
low. with a weather-eye out for the
girl with the world against her, and
looking with frightened glances to-
ward the day when death may find
her unclaimed. unknown. 1t was
Frank Mott. for instance. back in
1915, when Louise Mansfield was
killed In a roadhouse near Peters,
burg. who WAS the first to come for
ward in defense of the girl; for 1t
had been he who had striven-altho
in vain-to show her that there were
other lights beside the garish ones
other things in life besides the gaiety
Of the automobile and the road
houses. It's his little creed to be the
friend of the person without q friend.
n bulwark for those without defense.
And So
It was a bleak night several
months ago. The streets were slop-
py with a snow which seemed neither
to melt nor freeze: the air chill with
a biting wind. Slumped over the
soda counter of a drug store at
Fourteenth and Stout streets sat
Frank Mott. talking OF horses and
dogs and the days when he raised
the best OF EN-. The door opened.
A crippled girl entered: pale.
d~eep-eyed, and with rings under
those yes that told Of nerve pres
sure. At her side. perfectly content
in spite of his snow-dampened fur
and crusted paws. trotted a yellow
dog. to sniff about enquiringly. to
look NJ at her. then to seek tho
warmth OF the radiator. The girl
followed him. A clerk approached
hesitated, then turned back. For
the girl had asked a question:
do you mind II I get warm?"
with that. Frank Mott lost some-
thing OF his interest in the stories
OF the past, and slowly drew about
on his seat to stare in unoffending
appraisal. The girls clothing was
ragged. Her hands were thin; the
features gaunt-there was a hunted
something about her. a nervous.
frightened manner even in repOse
Frank Mott had seen her kind be-
fore.
Gold he asked.
yes" II vas a monosyllabic an
swer to a vapid question.
Your dog!"
She smiled.
Dog Picked Up in the Street
Il guess 30. picked him up on
the street a week or 80 ago."
Uh-huh. How're you feeding
him"
1t was blunt. She answered It as
hiuntly.
Sometimes I can't"
"Uh-huh. Like n collar for him?
And a lead strap"
She frightened.
"Oh, l would-a lot"
Drop in tomorrow night. I'll have
one for you. Got n lot of 'em over
at the barn. Used TO raise horses
and doss. you know. Had some of
the best"
Then the conversation became a
matter OF g~eneralitics. and died. The
door opened to the snow and slush
n wind-the girl had gone. But
came back the next night. with
her yellow dog. And Frank Mott had
brought the collar and lead strap.