Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-04-05

Bill amt here" Tim growled, if amused,
then gave him his supper without word or
cares. Bern was grateful. This man wasn't
so bad, after all.
But the next morning there was another
alteration in the routine. Tim took down an
axe from the cabin wall, and carried it with
him when he started over the path to the mine
entrance Bern followed at his heels, but the
man passed the mine and climbed upward,
casting his eyes over trees suitable for Winter
fuel When he fell into rhythmic swinging OF
his axe Bern watched while, then returned
to guard the cabin.
throughout the forenoon he heard the
steady ring of the axe broken by an occasional
crash as a tree fell; but when at noon the
sound ceased he watched the mine trail ex-
pectantly
But Tim did not appear. Bern's sense of
time warned him that a routine had been
broken and at last Sauntered off up the path to
investigate. BY the mile entrance he paused
and looked up to where the trees had fallen.
Suddenly his eyes caught strange CLINT OF
blue cloth. He whined little uncertainty
then climbed the steep hillside.
Tim IN telling a tree had grown careless.
He had stepped backward when the falling
trunk caromed off another, his heels had
caught in a creeper and thrown him, and the
tree had come crashing down, breaking one
leg and pinioning him beneath. Now he lay,
unconscious with his face turned toward the
head For an instant Bern stood whimpering.
He barked and got no response Then he
rushed forward and licked the upturned face.
TINS eyes opened, at first vaguely, then
widely He tried to move, but sank back
with a moan. Now the dog frantic with
anxiety aware that something was wrong.
Suddenly he seemed to sense that it was the
fallen tree and he ran to it, seized limb in
his teeth, and strove desperately to drag it
away. Time and again he fought, bending his
back, digging his paws into the earth, and then
he desisted painting, and whimpering, to think
of some other way of attack
Tim pulled himself, groaning, to half-sit-
ting position and began trying to dig the earth
loose from beneath his pinioned leg, then fell
back despairing But the dog had been watch
ing and now with a yelp sprang forward and
himself began furiously digging. Clouds of
leaf mold and then the harder earth streamed
upward and cascaded behind his great paws
and claws. The hole deepened, but when the
broken leg, released dropped free, the pain
was such that Tim again went unconscious. He
revived to feel powerful jaws and teeth care
fully clutching the folds of his shirt and knew
that he was being dragged down the hillside.
When next he awoke he knew, vaguely, that he
was on the floor of the cabin, and that the sun
sad set, leaving all the interior in dusk.
Bern stood in the cabin door and whimpered.
Some heredlty from the hundreds OF years OF
ancestral St. BeInards that had passed their
lives in succoring the fallen must have impell-
ed him to seek help. He set off down the trail
and reached the main road, looking and NOV
ing few yards in either direction, uncertainty.
Then he heard sound that awoke memories,
the clanking of harness, the whine of iron-shod
wheels. He stidened and shifted the air. Soon
he distinguished the old familiar gypsy smell.
Bewildered a moment by memories, perhaps
hoping to find the lost Tia but above all bent
on attracting help, he leaped downward to
meet the oncoming caravans
He instantly recognized the gypsies, and in
stantly they recognized him. They chartered
volubly, and while he was trying to enlist their
sympathies he felt a sudden snap at the heavy
leather collar about his neck, heard a clanking
sound, and IN a moment more found himself
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