Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1923-04-08
BY SAMUEL A. DERIEUX,
Entertaining Writer of
Canine Tales.

4, Then across the field toward the
group in the woods came the girl
OFF to the side of these woods were
extensive fields OF broom straw that
| lay outside the course. But they
| looked "birdy," those fields, and the
girl was making for them.
| AS she swept past, Burton glimpsed
| her face. II was tense with anxiety,
| but the little mouth was set in a
with foam; his eyes were wild; and
Burton heard his hoarse painting and
the pounding Of his hoofs.
| Careless Of tree limbs, the girl
swept through the woods. 1t came
over Burton that in this way and in
| trying to keep up with this very dog
her father had broken his knee. He
wheeled his own horse about and
Not thing, they said. Leaving out
| the fact that the Judges would not
permit many scouters, II wasn't good
for a crowd TO ride over the fields.
The dog would see them from a dis
tant hill. perhaps, think he was 60
ing right, and keep on. II was all
over anyway one man ventured. Ar
nolds Drake was out Of the race. It
was a pity, too. But for the boiling
he was a great dog. They began TO
talk of this race as Of som ething that
might have been.
| Then d man cried out excitedly,
| "Yonder she comes now, Shes got
him, too! That girl don't give UP
| she don't know how"
Burton saw her galloping toward
| them. and with her the wild dog.
"Is time up?" She painted, refining in
her pony.
"Five minutes" said Burton.
HE was on birds" she gasped.
But he was off the course. Five
minutes. you say?"
She threw herself from the saddle.
A man caught the reins Of her pant
| ing, foam-fiecked pony, and she was
down on the ground beside the dog
! while the others gathered about. her
She had made the dog lie down. She
was stroking him.
You DEVIL" Burton heard her gasp
You darling! You beauty. You
| wonder! Oh, I love you, but you
| don't love meme or dad"
! She was oblivious Of the men about
her. The slim hand was stroking the
head, the long back. quietly, smooth
! ~. steady" she was pleading.
Steady, old man. Look at me-" She
| caught his head and raised his eyes
TO hers. Cant you see? Oh. you
beauty-can't you see? See what it
| means. Now. now-be Quiet-just
g. minute - quiet - quiet - steady
steady"
The frantic painting was growing
less; but still the wild fire blazed in
the amber-brown eyes Once he
started to rise, but she pushed him
gently back. Again she lifted his
head and looked at him long, plead
ingly.
Cant you see?" she said Cant
you seer"
There came a change, visible TO
Burton and to them all. The painting
stopped altogether, the dog choked
and swallowed. The pricked, eager
ears fell back gently against the long
thoroughbred head. The wildness
faded out Of the eyes that stared into
the girls face. and in them came the
light of love, the dawn Of understand
ing
You see now, don't your" she said
quietly.
She rose to her feet He did not
move. but lay there looking up at
her humbly. wonderingly. She stood
above him moment and still he did
not move.
Times up" said one Of the men
tensely.
She nodded to show that she had
heard. 1t was as II she might break
the spell II she spoke. The man led
the >ony 10 her. With no haste, now
she got into the saddle
Heel" she commanded
The pointer rose and looked up al
her.
Heel she repeated.
When she rode out Of the woods
across the sunlit fields toward the
judges, at her pony's heels trotted
the pointer, obedient now. as if he
had left behind him In that patch of
| woods his wild heritage.
y
MO man or woman who saw the
Y work of Arnoid's Drake the rest
Of that morning can ever forget 1t.
Fast as ever. yet he kept the course
Bold. independent, aggressive. yet at
every shrill whistle he turned, and
according to the wave Of her hand
kerchief went to right or left.
Ten coveys Of birds In the hour
and half that remained to him he
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