Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1929-04-05
WHERE
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"a by d. J. Walsh.l

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"a by d. J. walsh.l
TOR a bOokkeeper in the Meryvale
Fmill, George Pendleton asplred to
Il class" He wore ready-mades
and longed for tailored stuff; he
lived in rented room and yearned
for a bachelor apartment, and when
he married Bonnie May and brought
her to live In a gray plaster bungalow
on Park street, his soul painted for
pink stuccO house on PerlscOpe
heights. At any rate, he had decided
that as householder he would own n
wire-haired terrier, such as he saw
"heeling" after the few young boods
the little city of Meryvale afforded.
And then Bonnie May brought Nick
with her from Carp Center-a ribby
little fox terrier, so old that white
hairs dotted his black spots
George had graduated from the
Carp Center high school and gone to
the Meryvale business college in or
der to make home for Bonnie May.
She was an orphan, and while she
"oitSh ShC
for one who is filling a hope chest
by clerking in the general store at
Carp Center. When George was
ready, she came with an ancient trunk
and suitcase, and Nick's basket, two
hundred miles to Meryvale, George
and the plaster bungalow. At sight
Of the calm blue depths of her eyes,
Georges love renewed itself. He had
lived in whirl of adjustment since
his Carp Center days, and here was
Bonnie May, sweet and changeless.
His joy was complete until, after
visit to the minister, they landed in
the little home, and he found out
about Nick.
Darling! Why did you bring hlmr
he asked, ruefully. Fox terriers are
oil out of style. / had hoped to get
you a wire-haired terrier. They have
so much class and would give the
place an air."
Some brides, whose judgment had
been questioned by a husband Of an
hour, would have dissolved in tears,
Bonnie Mays glance bent on him
sweetly, materially.
"Nlck was all the family had. He
will be company for me, as strange
dog never could. Besides, he would
have pined away without me
wouldn't you, NickT
At the questioning note in her voice,
Nick sat up and said: "Yap! Yapw
and his mistress patted his head.
In the JOY of being together in their
little hOme-which Bonnie May adored
to the utter exclusion of pink stucco
and Periscope elghts-George kept
his feelings in regard to Nick a secret
But the dog missed his old trails In
Carp Center with. a misery that even
his beloved mistress could not dlspel.
He hated the leash which kept him
in his own yard. He hated George,
partly because he sensed the mans
dislike, partly because of Bonnie
Mays interest in him. SO he mOped
and snarled, and his usually active
ears dropped Imply.
"Why does that dog growl when /
came near him." George asked, rather
fiercely for a newlywed.
Bonnie May, STOPPING to take q pan
of cookies from the oven, laughed.
"He heard what you said the day
he came" she joked.
"Well, l want you to be contcnted,
and 1t is all right" he explained. "But
the old man up at the mill has a wire
hofrnH tnrrfnr onA I hnh nlannnI IN
get one, too. 1t would have been n
pull. Little things like that count,
you know, and am anxious to get
ahead"
"Now, honey" Bonnie May smiled
dlsarmngly. Downing 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 attention to them"
"Tell him he speaks plffle, Mel"
she challenged gayly. But the dog
merely growled 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 back
to Carp Center" comfOrted George.
"We'l wait for word from there"
1--WE will not waltz declared Bon
ME May. "I'll have notice in the
evening paper about him, offering a
reward"
Three or four days passed without |
any word, and Bonnie May grleved so
much that George had not the heart |
to say anything about the dog he was
vlsualizing as Nlck's successor.
Coming home one afternoon, he |
found q powerful roadster in front Of |
his house. It belonged to the old man,
otherwise Perlgo Scott, his employer.
He FASTENED his steps.
Once Perigo's daughter, Josephine, |
had served him afternoon tea. He |
should have told Bonnie May about |
the tiny sandwiches, the wee cakes,
the bits of candied fruits. Carp Cen
ter could not teach her that.
The living room was vacant, but
he heard voices and followed them.
At the painted table beneath the case.
ment In the shining kitchen, sat Bon.
nile May, facing grizzled Perlgo Scott.
On a chair between them was griz.
zled Nick, ears erect, tail qulverlng
lie was enjoying life again.
Alas for the tiny sandwiches and