Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-01-11
The Pull,
TOR a bookkeeper in the Meryvale
: Mill, George Pendleton aSpired to
class" He wore ready-madeS
and lnnped for tailored stuff: he

BROUGHT her to live in a gray plaStere'
bungalow on Park street, his soul pant
ed for a pink stucco house ON PerlScop
Heights At any rate, he had declde'
that as a householder he would own
wire-haired terrier, such as he saw
"heeling" after the few young blood
the little city Of Meryvale afforded.
And then Bonnie May brought Mel
with her from Carp Center-a RIB!
little fox terrier, so old that white hair!
dotted his black spots!
George had graduated from the Carr
Center High School and gone 10 tn'
Mervvale Business College IN oruer u
make home for Bonnie May. she wa
an orphan. and while she waited Snf
lived-rather preeariously for one VINO
is filling a hope cheSt-by cleTklng IL
the general store at Carp Center. When
George was ready she came with an an
cient trunk and suit case ana NICK
basket 200 miles to Meryvale, George
and the plaster bungalow. At sight OF
the calm blue depths Of her eyes
GEORGES love renewed itself. lie had
lived in a whirl Of adjustment since ms
earn Center days, and here was Bonnie
Nav. sweet and changeless. HIS JOY
was complete until. after visit to the
minister. they landed in the little nome
and he found out about NICK.
Darling, why did you bring nm?
he asked ruefully. Fox terriers are Az
out of style. had hoped to get you
wire-haired terrier. They have so mucn
class and would give the place an air. ="
Some brides whose Judgment had
been questioned by husband OF an
hour would have dissolved Ill tears
Bonnie Mays glance bent on nm
sweetly, materially.
mick was all the family I had. He
will be company for me, as Stallge
dog never could. Besides, he would
have pinned away without me-Wouidn
you, Nick?"
At the questioning note in her voice
Nick sat up and said zap! zap ana
his mistress patted bis head;
In the JOY of being together III tneI
to the utter exclusion of pink Stucco
and Periscope Heights-George kept his
feelings in regard to Nick secret. But
the dog missed his old trails III Carp
Center with a misery that even ms
beloved mistress could not diSpel. He
hated the leash which kept him III his
own ward. He hated George, partly be-
cause he sensed the mans dislike, part
" because of Bonnie Mays interest IN
him. So he moped and snarled, ana
his usually active ears dropped IMPLY:
why does that dog groWl When
come near him?" George asked, Tattler
flercely for newlywed.
Bonnie May, stopping to- take a pan
of cookies from the oven, laughed.
HE heard what you said the Gay ne
came" she joked.
"Well, I want you to be contented,
and it is all right" he explained. But
the old man up at the mill has wire
haired terrier, and I had planned TO
get one. too. 1t would have been a pun.
Little things like that count, you know,
and am anxious to get ahead"
Nov, honey" Bonnie May smiled
disarmingly. owning the same KIND
of dog your employer has doesn't help
you. It's what you do with your job.
"You are mistaken. Doll. ASK any OF
the fellows at the mill They are always
doing things to call the old mans at
tention to them
"Tell him he speaks piffie, Nick!" she
challenged gayly. But the dog merely
crowled without opening his eyes.
One day George found Bonnie May
In tears; Nick had chewed through the
hated leash and was gone.
Hell probably find his way PACK 10
Carp Center" comforted George. wen
wait for word from there"
1--WE will not watt" declared Bonne
NAV. "I'll have notice in the evening
paper about him, offering reward:
Three or four days passed without
any word and Bonnie May grieVed SO
much that George had not the near
10 saw anything about the dog ne was
visualiZing as Nick's successor.
Coming home one afternoon ne Iouno
a noverful roadster in front OF MS
house. It belonged to the old man,
otherwise Perigo Scott, his employer.
He hastened his steps.
Once Perigo's daughter Josephine
had served him afternoon tea. ne
should have told Bonnie May about the
tiny sandwiches, the wee cakes, the pts
of candied fruits. Carp Center couio
not teach her that.
The living room was vacant, puG ne
heard voices and followed them. AT
the painted table beneath the easement
in the shining kitchen sat bonnie May
facing grizzled Perigo Scott. On
chair between them was grizzled NICK,
ears erect, tail quivering. He was en-
Toying life again.
Alas for the tiny sandwiches ana
cakes and shell-like cups OF tea! Be
fore Perigo Scott was a section OF the
deep-dish apple pie Bonnie May had
baked for dinner. Between them was
a plate heaped with hot spicy squares
of the gingerbread she. had baked for
supper. There was cream for the PIE,
butter for the gingerbread and the
Kitchen coffee pot, smoking hot.
The old man had just bestowed a
crumb of gingerbread on Nick, who
politely shook hands with the donor.
Nick! The old man! The kitchen!
The white cotton tablecloth with
checked gingham binding to match the
faiY 4
coffee-and Bonnie May smiling I'M
concernedly! George felt the flush of
shame on his face. What would the
old man think of such an afternoon
tea?
Perigo looked up and saw his host.
TAKE the other side of the table,
Pendleton. I brought your wifes dog
recognized him by the description in
the paper. I didn't know that any one
had sense enough to appreciate fox
terrier any more. Mary and I used to
have them, and one is worth all the
police dogs and Airedales in Meryvale.
Wish I could make my children have
one, in place of that wire haired abom-
ination Of theirs.
when I got here and found that you
belonged to the mill I Smelled ginger
bread-the first time since Mary used
to bake it for me-and your wife offered
me piece Also this deep-dish apple
pie that l thought was obsolete. And
coffee! Not much like an egg-sLell of
pale tea, and few chips of milestone
for food that folks serve nowadays!"
George was dumb before the wreck
of his theories for getting ahead, and
could only stammer a reply, but Bonnie
May was as gay and unconcerned as
though their guest was old Eben Barker,
the school teacher of Carp Center, in
stead Of Perigo Scott, the richest man
in Meryvale.
Under the influence of buttered gin