The Elk Mountain pilot., 1924-02-07

py at the companionshIp OF Dav1e, for
even q famous cartoonist can lead
lonely existence.
AS for Davies mistress, she had a
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 boyY
Nurse and doctor exchanged glances.
They imagined there was a 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 I have In the world-my
Davie."
But Davie was well cared for by
John Strange and the two were fast
becoming firm friends. Strange had
gone to the address marked on the
dogs collar and found 1t to be an
empty house. He scanned the personal
column in morning paper regularly
but decided that either Davies mis-
tress had not recovered from the acci-
dent or she dreaded to inquire into
her dogs fate.
Ethel, however, was making a frantic
search for Davie upon her release from
the hospital, but it was not until she
read a line in her daily paper that
clue was given as to the name of
the man whose courage In tackling
Davie had perhaps saved her life.
1--WE are pleased to announce" the
article read, that our own John
Strange will again be fayOring us with
his famous left-handed cartoons. His
injured fingers are ready now to han
die the pen."
Ethel knew, without being told, that
John Strange was the man to whom
she was indebted. There might be q
thousand injured hands In New York,
but something within her prompted
the belief that she might thank him
and so trace Davie. but she disliked
the idea Of writing to strange man
without more tangible clue. u
She haunted upper Broadway for
sight Of her black dog and had many
4 fruitless chase.
1t was during a sultry evening when
she was having her dinner In a small
that she suddenly realized
that the man at the next table to her
own was handling his fork with q very
much SCARED hand. She wondered
the man was John Strange.
In moment she had scribblsd q note
on bit Of paper and asked her wait
ress to deliver it at the next table.
The next moment two pairs of eyes,
destined from the beginning to meet,
were gazing at each other. John
Strange arose and sat down at Ethers
table and the whole story from the
second that Davie went on guard was
told to the listening girl.
"And now." said Strange, "shall we
walk up Broadway so that I can go
In and get Davie7 He little knows the
Joy In store for him. 1 have seen in
his dog eyes many a time a great long
Ing"
But your hand" said Ethel softly.
He tore 1t badly"
Strange looked down into Ethel's
eyes. He was doing his duty-guard-
Ing his treasure" he said II can only
admire him for It,"
And fifteen minutes later the usual
Broadway crowd Of strollers were
amused to see a great black dog
down the walk ~ II sud-
denly gone mad. He then rolled and
groveled In turn at the feet Of his
dear mistress; and John Strange look