Hyder weekly herald., 1934-01-20
Dog Gone! By GENEvRA COOK
o. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
 WNU Service

III tHe uOOT Ot HlS CuOih III ehS woods which covered the side of Mooseville mountain, peering near slghtedly at a folded copy of a news paper which he held in leathery' brown hand.
 LOST: Big tan dog resembling hound. Name: Floppy-ear. Reward: $l0.oo. P. o. Box 391. Mooseville.
 His steps made slightly uncertain by years and rheumatism. Mfr Mooney llmped across the cabin, and opened the door into the woodshed.
 Come ere. Floppy-earw
 The big tan dog ambled toward him. Mir. Mooney regarded her speculative ly. Now if those people that put thet air notice in the paper sees my sign I stuck up in the post office, guess likely your folks'll be right along, ma'am. Some O those summer folks up to the lake. most likely. Don't know no better'n to go wan. derin' all over the maounting."
 At the sound of car laboring nois- lily up the steep hill, he closed the woodshed door upon the dog. and hob bled outside. The car was an old one painted blue and gold, and the driver was a fair-haired slim girl, with blue eyes to match her sweater and beret. She left the car at the end of the road out past the thick trees clustered around the edge of the clearing. and came running across the stony field to the cabin.
 "Hello!" she called. Have you got Floppy-ear?" She came up to him, breathless. "Oh, please, Is she here? I've looked everywhere!"
 There was the sound of barking from behind the wood shed door. "Oh. she Is here! Here's the reward" She thrust into the tough wrinkled right hand of Mr. Mooney a crisp. new ten dollar bill.
 Suddenly there was honk honk from the direction of the car. "Oh. whoever is blowing the horn of my car? I came up alone! Wait!" And she was gone. leaving Mir. Mooney looking after her. his mouth still opened to speak.
 "l beg your pardon, sir!" Mir. Mooney gave a violent start. There at his side was a tall, good-looking youth with dark hair.
 q came to claim my dog, sir. You have her here, thlnk--in the shed. perhaps?" With three long strides, he was past the astonished Mir. Mooney and had opened the door of the shed. The dog came bounding out to him. jumping at his legs. exhibiting every sign of joy and recognition.
 "Here," smiled the young man. Here is the reward Thank you. sir" He thrust into the left hand of Mir. Mooney neatly folded ten dollar bill. Come. Floppy-ear!" he called, and started across the field.
 Before he had gone two steps the girl was facing him. her eyes flashing Without speaking to him, she turned scornfully away. Come. Floppy-earw she called. And the dog came running to her. Jumping. barking. with joy.
 Mr. Mooney. because he was near sighted. had to move nearer to them in order to puzzle 1t out. He had to move nearer still. because we was little hard of hearing. But neither of them noticed him at all.
 You don't want that dog" the man was saying in an even. firm voice, that somehow held note of bitterness. Come here, Floppy- ear." The dog came.
 You don't value gift when you don't care anything for the giver."
 'T do care for the giver-I-I- mean. t-I-did-I mean"
 The young mans voice became soft CT. and Mir Mooney moved a little nearer. Just what do you mean, Jocelyn"
 IT mean what I said-Gerald."
 Mir. Mooney was getting nervous. He didn't like to have folks kissing right in front of his cabin. It wasn't respectable. He cleared his throat as loud as he could, but no one paid any attention. Then he tried some- th;p0 olgn