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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77634 ***
+
+
+
+
+  PETER MAKES GOOD
+  AND STORIES OF OTHER DOGS
+  _by_
+  GERTRUDE THOMAS
+
+  _With
+  Twenty Full-Page Illustrations
+  by_
+  DOROTHY SAUNDERS
+
+  BECKLEY-CARDY COMPANY, PUBLISHERS
+  CHICAGO
+
+
+
+
+  COPYRIGHT, 1929,
+  BY
+  BECKLEY-CARDY COMPANY
+  _All Rights Reserved_
+
+  Printed in the United States of America
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+              PETER MAKES GOOD
+                                       PAGE
+  A DOG FAMILY                            5
+  PETER’S NEW HOME                       10
+  GETTING ACQUAINTED                     18
+  PETER ON THE FARM                      31
+  NEW SCENES                             38
+
+
+               THE TATTLERS
+
+  PIXIE AND BOB                          47
+  JUDGE AIREDALE                         61
+  PETITE AND BOB TELL THEIR STORIES      76
+  POLICE DOG STORIES                     83
+  FRITZ, WHO KNEW ONLY GERMAN            90
+  GYP, THE GARBAGE MAN’S DOG             99
+  THE LAUNDRESS’S DOG                   107
+  THE DEVOTION OF WHITEY                115
+  THE RUSSIAN PRINCESS                  118
+  THE MILKMAN’S DOG DAN                 121
+  THE WHIPPETS                          125
+  FIRE-FIGHTING DOGS                    133
+  THE JUDGE’S STORY                     144
+  JACK THE TRAVELER                     151
+  TOM AND DANIEL                        173
+  THE BLIND MAN’S DOG                   177
+
+
+
+
+LIST OF FULL PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+
+                                                                 PAGE
+  Peter Learns a Lesson                                             7
+  Peter Sees Fluff for the First Time                              15
+  Fluff and the Three Aristocrats                                  24
+  Peter Tries to Put Out a Fire                                    29
+  Peter Helps Bring the Cattle from the Pasture                    33
+  Pixie and Bob                                                    46
+  “Judge Was Always Being Called Upon to Decide”                   59
+  Petite and Princess                                              65
+  Gyp and the Dachshunds                                           68
+  The Comical Young Airedale Terrier                               79
+  Fritz Supplied the Wood for the Fire                             92
+  Ted Performed Many Stunts to Entertain the Sailors               95
+  Simon Peter and Buff                                            111
+  Whitey and Her Mistress                                         114
+  “They Would Chase Rabbits or Any Game They Could Scare Up”      129
+  Bill Saves His Master                                           135
+  Duke Wins Honors                                                141
+  “The Fight Was On”                                              161
+  A Battle Between the Two Warriors                               175
+  Job Was “Eyes for the Blind”                                    180
+
+
+
+
+PETER MAKES GOOD
+
+
+
+
+A DOG FAMILY
+
+
+The Coleman family were in possession of a roly-poly, fuzzy,
+brown-and-white pup named Peter, called Pete for short. Peter was a
+combination of several breeds of dogs. He had good and bad relations on
+both sides of the house, but his nearest kin, which were, of course,
+his father, Shep, and his Scotch collie mother, Susie, were very worthy
+dogs. They were not quarrelsome nor dishonest, lived peaceably with the
+house cat, and never tortured a rabbit before they killed it. Indeed,
+in all dogdom Susie and Shep were considered honorable citizens.
+
+It was on account of this excellent record of the parent dogs that
+these good people were wanting ones of their likely offspring. They
+felt sure that a member of a family so worthy would grow up to be a
+useful dog.
+
+Susie had tried to train Pete to be polite, and to observe the Golden
+Rule in his conduct toward cats and other animals less fortunate than
+himself. His father had given him a cuff on the side of the head when
+he found him running off with Betty’s shoe, and told him that “dogs who
+wished to grow up into leading citizens in dogdom didn’t steal young
+ladies’ shoes and chew the toes off them.” Then he made Pete take the
+shoe to his mistress, lay it at her feet, and wag his tail in apology.
+
+In this way, these parents tried to instill into their son all the
+good principles they could before he should go out into the wide, wide
+world. In Pete’s case, this meant being taken in a basket to his new
+home at Coleman’s.
+
+Pete’s parting with his home folks was pathetic. All that week he was
+favored above his brothers and sisters. The day before his departure,
+his father, Shep, took him slyly aside and whispered in his ear,
+“Follow me, but do not let even your mother know about it.”
+
+[Illustration: Peter Learns a Lesson]
+
+So Pete watched his chance and, when Susie was taking her afternoon
+nap and others were playing tag, he sniffed about until he took up
+the trail to the garden. There he saw his dad digging in the ground.
+Finally Shep unearthed a well seasoned bone. What a treat Pete was
+to have, in being allowed to dine with his father off one end of
+that juicy, earth-flavored bone! There was no criticism of his table
+manners. What if he did fill his mouth too full and make a noise when
+he ate? Nothing was said about it, which was unusual, for his dad was
+a stickler for correct eating. Another time Pete would have been sent
+away from the feast, had he been greedy and asked for a third helping,
+but to-day, how different! For once he was allowed to put both paws on
+that sweet bone and to gnaw and gnaw, while his dad stood off smiling
+approval.
+
+Peter wished there was no wide world to go out into. Why, he was just
+beginning to get along well at home. His brothers and sisters envied
+him, and what satisfaction he got out of having them all jealous of
+him--so nearly human was this little piece of dog flesh. The other
+pups’ eyes fairly bulged and turned green when they saw Susie tucking
+him tenderly in, the night before he was to leave his home.
+
+How fondly she licked him, paying particular attention to his ears, to
+make sure they were clean. Now these very ears were always a source
+of dispute at other times. Many a cuffing Pete had received when they
+would not bear inspection. But to-night how gentle was her touch,
+what pathos in her whine, as she bade him good night! Susie was going
+through a crisis, such as comes to every mother when her family circle
+is broken, and one of her beloved ones goes out from the home nest. She
+wanted him to be an honor to her and his father. Would he?
+
+We shall see.
+
+
+
+
+PETER’S NEW HOME
+
+
+The next day Peter was transported to his new home. So great was the
+excitement over making the change, that many things Susie had intended
+to say to him in the way of good advice were forgotten. With a great
+lump in her throat, which mothers are apt to have on such occasions,
+she bade him good-by forever.
+
+After the thrill of his first ride in an automobile, Pete arrived at
+his new home, where he was greeted by his new master and mistress. They
+were a pair of chubby youngsters of four and five years, who looked
+enough alike to be twins. There being only one year’s difference in
+their ages accounted for this.
+
+Their names were Mabel and Ralph. Both had brown eyes, and their hair
+was almost the color of Peter’s coat. They were delighted to see Peter,
+with his brown eyes and his coat of brown and tan, so soft and fuzzy.
+They laughed at his funny little tail. And his silken ears--as the
+little girl rubbed one of them against her cheek, Peter gave a sigh of
+relief because they were clean.
+
+This episode of the ears reminded him of home and his mother, just
+as other sons who have left home for the first time have had their
+memories of their mothers jogged. Peter gulped down the lump that
+came into his little throat; he must be brave. That was one of the
+things Shep had emphasized in his advice. He had said, “Bravery is the
+greatest asset for a dog.”
+
+After each of the children had had a good “snuggle” at him, he was
+given his dinner on a beautiful blue plate, all his own. This was nice,
+but in all his life he had never before eaten alone. How _could_ he
+eat, with no one to push and crowd him, and no dad to tell him when he
+had had enough? When he took a mouthful of really good bread and gravy,
+it almost choked him. Then, those wide-eyed youngsters were watching
+every bite he ate, making him feel so self-conscious that he simply
+could not remember his table manners. He put his paws on his plate,
+and made a noise chewing his food. At home, every scrap was eaten, and
+the plate cleaned in a tidy way, ready for the next meal. His orderly
+mother would have been ashamed of him, if she could have seen the mess
+he was making of this, his first meal in his new home.
+
+A survey of the premises was next in order. He was shown his bedroom,
+which was a box on the back porch. It was large enough for him to
+stretch out in and be very comfortable. It looked about right, but it
+lacked the “homey” odor of his former bed. It was too fresh and clean.
+
+Then Pete had his first touch of homesickness. These youngsters were
+all right, as youngsters go, but they were not to be compared for
+company to a family of rollicking puppies. What did they know about a
+game of tug-of-war with an old sock, or of ball with a lump of coal,
+and other delightful dog games? With a contemptuous shrug of his
+shoulders, he went on with his investigations.
+
+Out on the window sill, where the sun shone warmly, was something that
+attracted his attention. Going closer to see more clearly, he observed
+a creature which was something new to him. It seemed to be a bundle of
+fuzzy fur, with a head at one end, and something at the other end that
+looked a little like the feather duster the puppies used to play with
+at home.
+
+The head was loose, too, for now it was turning. It opened two eyes,
+and then a mouth, and yawned. All at once, something happened. Down the
+creature pounced, right on Pete’s back. He was still uncertain what it
+was, until it began to spit and snarl. As all cats snarl and spit about
+alike, Pete knew it must be some kind of a cat, but how different from
+the cats which he had known. All his former cat acquaintances had worn
+sleek coats with spots or striped, and they had had long, slim tails,
+or no tails at all. A Manx cat he had known had no tail.
+
+Fluff, for that was the cat’s name, was as much astonished as Peter
+was, at what she was encountering. This was something unlike anything
+she had ever seen before. Something told her it was akin to her old
+enemy, the dog, but how harmless this one seemed! Nothing but the wag
+of his ridiculous little tail was at all doglike.
+
+They surveyed each other for a while. Then Peter remembered his
+mother’s advice about following the Golden Rule with cats, especially
+when the cat had the advantage, as was the situation now. Turning, he
+ran back to his bedroom for a nap, as so much excitement had wearied
+him.
+
+Hopping into his box, he turned around twice before he lay down. Soon
+he was asleep. When he awoke, it was dark. Where was he? Nosing around,
+he could find no bedfellow, nothing that was familiar, and then he
+realized how homesick he was. He wanted his mother and he began to cry.
+
+[Illustration: Peter Sees Fluff for the First Time]
+
+Upstairs somewhere, awake in a snug, warm bed, lay a little boy. He
+heard that pitiful cry, and felt his own little heart ache with pity
+for the baby dog. He listened for a while. Then, unable to stand it
+any longer, he slipped out of bed. Tiptoeing his way, so that no one
+would hear him, the boy went out on the cold back porch to the puppy.
+Taking Pete under his warm bathrobe, he slipped as quietly back to bed.
+The puppy was “snuggled” in Ralph’s arms, and soon dog and boy were
+fast asleep. Thus a bond of affection was established between these two
+that proved lasting and true, as we shall see.
+
+The better acquainted Peter got with his new friends, the better he
+liked them, especially the boy and the girl. With the latter, however,
+he felt as if he were not in full favor. She seemed to prefer petting
+that presumptuous, fluffy cat, rather than him. He was not quite sure,
+but he thought he overheard some such conversation as this between them:
+
+“Fluffy, you must be nice to our new puppy. You know he is _only_ a
+little doggie.”
+
+There was considerable emphasis laid on the “only.” For some reason
+which Pete did not stop to analyze, he determined he would show this
+pair, the girl and the cat, a few things, when he ceased to be “only a
+_little_ doggie,” and became a real dog.
+
+Life at this new home was very pleasant for Pete. The little boy and
+he had so much fun, that he soon forget the home he had left. He never
+knew how his mother missed him, for, although more puppies came to
+bless and cheer her heart, still she could never forget Pete.
+
+
+
+
+GETTING ACQUAINTED
+
+
+The Coleman children went to school every day. The maid went with them
+across the street, and called for them when they were to return. This
+left Pete and the cat at home together. They were not getting on very
+well. Fluff was haughty and disdainful, and she was entirely too free
+with her claws, which Pete soon learned she hid from sight in those
+soft, insinuating paws of hers.
+
+After a while Peter became more and more venturesome. Peering through
+the back fence to see what was going on across the way, he saw the
+home of the aristocratic Boston bull that Fluff feared. Pete would
+stand with his nose through the fence, watching and learning just how
+a grown-up dog did act, and he wondered if he would ever grow up to do
+those wonderful things.
+
+One day he saw that majestic creature catching flies. Sitting in front
+of his kennel, the Boston bull would wait until a fly would light on
+his nose. Then, after giving his head a shake to shoo it off, he would
+snap it up. This was interesting to Pete. He decided to try it.
+
+He went off and lay down. He waited a while, pretending to be asleep,
+but keeping one eye open. At last he heard a buzzing sound. Some kind
+of flying creature was near. It was aiming for a seat on his nose. Now,
+a shake, a snap--he had it! How thrilling! He would try it again, but
+it would not be necessary to keep even one eye open. He closed both.
+Buzz-z-z-z! Another fly was coming. Still as a mouse Pete lay waiting.
+Then all at once Pete let out a piercing yelp. The fly had proven to be
+a bee. Pete was stung! After the first shock was over, he thought of
+something else his father had told him. He had said always to keep one
+eye on every venture. Pete resolved not to get stung again.
+
+The days sometimes seemed very long to Pete. The cat couldn’t or
+wouldn’t play. She liked sunning herself in a lazy fashion on the
+window sill. He must find some other means of diversion.
+
+When the laundress was hanging up the clothes to dry, he would help by
+taking the clothespins in his mouth and handing them to her. Sometimes
+some hidden trait in his make-up prompted him to take toll of the
+clothespins when the laundress was not looking. No doubt this was an
+echo from some of those inferior relations on one or the other side of
+his ancestral house. Still, it was a natural tendency, as all dogs like
+to chew clothespins. It sharpens their teeth.
+
+Pete was getting braver and braver every day, and was learning more
+and more about his new home. By keeping his eyes open and watching the
+behavior of other dogs, he was developing into an intelligent pup. He
+and Ralph were real pals, and what the dog was not able to find out for
+himself, the boy would teach him, and Pete’s devotion to his teacher
+was marvelous.
+
+When the children started for school, Pete would follow at their heels
+until the curb was reached. In the afternoon he would watch until the
+maid returned with them. Then one morning they had to go alone. When
+they hesitated at the street crossing, Pete ran out in the middle of
+the street and barked in front of all the oncoming cars, thus holding
+up the traffic until Ralph and Mabel were safely across. In the
+afternoon he watched for them and repeated the performance.
+
+One morning, when he had seen the children safely across, he discovered
+that Mabel had lost her book. Dodging in front of a big truck, he
+seized the book in his mouth and ducked just in time to keep from
+getting struck. Then he raced after the children to deliver the book to
+its little owner.
+
+The pup grew in grace and charm, as well as wisdom. His fuzzy covering
+was gone, and with it had vanished many of his puppy ways. He had grown
+into a fine looking dog. One could scarcely recognize the little woolly
+pup in this beautiful brown, shading into tan, animal. He had a natty
+white vest and one white forefoot. His tail curled over his back like a
+plume; but his greatest charm was his eyes. They were brown and amber
+now, and they almost twinkled with intelligence when he was spoken to.
+
+Ralph was very proud of him, and entered him in all the dog shows,
+although Pete never won any medals, because of his lack of pedigree.
+Had a prize been given for real worth and good character, he would have
+carried off the blue ribbon, for Pete was well raised and had good
+training.
+
+Some pedigreed animals, and some pedigreed people are snobbish and
+rude. Such was the case with the Boston bull on the other side of the
+fence, and with some others in this exclusive neighborhood. This was
+brought forcibly to Pete’s attention one morning. After he had piloted
+the children across the street, on returning to his own curb, he heard
+loud barking around the corner. Curious to know what was the cause of
+it all, he ran in the direction of the noise.
+
+Imagine his surprise and indignation at what he saw! Up a tree, just
+beyond the reach of their upturned noses, was Fluff, Mabel’s cat,
+driven there by three of the aristocrats, and held at bay by their, to
+her, bloodcurdling yelps. The Boston bull seemed to be in charge. His
+confederates were a prize-winning Airedale, with a pedigree reaching
+back through countless generations, and a German police dog, whose
+ancestors had been trained to torment French prisoners, away back
+during the Franco-Prussian war. With murderous motives these three had
+Fluff surrounded when Pete appeared on the scene.
+
+Without stopping to consider that he was apparently outmatched, Pete
+sprang at their heels, snapping and biting first one and then another,
+until he had their attention drawn from the cat. Then he started to
+run, with the three in pursuit. This was what he wanted. By keeping
+several jumps ahead of them, he got to his own door just as someone was
+coming out, and he bounded inside. Meantime Fluff had not let any grass
+grow under her feet; she had arrived at the back door first. Once
+inside, she did a very unusual thing. Approaching Pete, she rubbed her
+sides against his legs, purring her thanks; and she never forget this
+act of gallantry which he had performed for her. There may have been
+no blue blood in this dog, but this episode proved that there were no
+yellow streaks.
+
+[Illustration: Fluff and the Three Aristocrats]
+
+Ralph was growing into a big boy, and was engaged in the activities and
+sports that the average boy of his age enjoys. He was a member of the
+Boy Scouts, and of the “Sand Lot Ball Team”; but his love for Peter was
+as great as ever. He always wanted his dog with him in his sports, and
+Pete, appreciating this, proved himself a boon companion.
+
+Any game that Pete did not sanction by a smile and a wag of his tail
+was not entered into with much zest. When a game with a competing team
+was scheduled to come off, it was talked over with Pete somewhat in
+this fashion:
+
+“Well, old pal, what do you think about it? Are we going to win? You
+know Bud Sanders, Pete--he’s one of their best pitchers; but of course
+our team can show something just as good. If you say so, we will beat
+them.”
+
+Then Pete would stretch out, yawn, and make a noise that Ralph always
+knew meant either yes or no; it all depended on the expression of the
+dog’s countenance when he made it. If the prediction were favorable for
+their team, boy and dog would start for the diamond, full of enthusiasm.
+
+Pete would enter into the spirit of the game along with the boys,
+and would watch the ball with quivering excitement, when Ralph sent
+it flying and made a home run. Before Jack could bring it back, Pete
+seemed to know just where that ball dropped to earth, and would beat
+the boys to it, bringing it to the pitcher and dropping it at his feet.
+
+Sometimes an argument would start on the field of combat, and Ralph
+would be surrounded by a loud-mouthed, fist-shaking squad. Pete would
+edge his way through and take a position near his master, wag his tail
+slowly, and listen intently, as if asking what it was all about, and
+weighing the pros and cons. Ralph would reach down, pat him on the head
+and ask, “Which way was it, old pal?”
+
+Not always were the other boys willing to take Pete’s decision, and the
+matter might be left to the referee; but always Pete stood valiantly by
+his master in every matter.
+
+By this time the bull dog next door had learned to have more respect
+for Peter. A boy about Ralph’s age had come to live with his master and
+mistress. He was a nice boy, and he and Ralph were very good friends.
+Both were good scouts and, as they were together a great deal, the
+dogs, after a few encounters, learned to endure, if not to like, one
+another.
+
+They accompanied the boys on hikes and, one day, when the boys and
+their two dogs were going gaily through the woods, kicking up the dry
+leaves, Pete, the younger and more active dog, ran on ahead and out of
+sight of the boys. Soon they heard a great barking. Hurrying along,
+they found Pete pawing and stamping in an attempt to put out a fire
+that was just starting from a cigarette, which had been carelessly
+thrown among the dry leaves.
+
+The boys finished extinguishing the fire, and then turned their
+attention to Pete, whose feet were burned. They knew the burns must
+be extremely painful. Feeling very sorry for the dog, and full of
+enthusiastic admiration for his splendid courage, they made a litter
+for him, such as they would have made for one of their own scout
+comrades. The boys carried Pete home, and the bull dog kept close to
+his master’s heels, so as not to be left entirely out.
+
+Peter’s mother, Susie, would have been very proud if she had known her
+son was the means of saving the countryside from a destructive fire.
+
+Shep, no doubt, would have said, “I knew Pete would amount to
+something.”
+
+Reaching home, the boys treated Pete’s sore feet with a healing salve
+and made him comfortable.
+
+[Illustration: Peter Tries to Put Out a Fire]
+
+It is uncertain whether or not dogs can communicate with each other,
+but, by some means, the news got abroad that Pete was laid up, and
+every dog in the neighborhood came to call. It was suspected that
+the bull had something to do with it, as he seemed to be master of
+ceremonies. His admiration for Pete seemed suddenly to have increased.
+After each dog had sniffed at Pete’s sore paws, they raced off.
+
+
+
+
+PETER ON THE FARM
+
+
+It was now vacation time and Pete and his master were anticipating a
+good time. Ralph and Mabel usually spent a part of the time on their
+grandfather’s farm, and Pete was going along. At Grandfather’s there
+were two small dogs, but that would be all right with Pete, who acted
+in a big-brotherly way toward them, sharing with them whatever he had
+to eat.
+
+There was just one quarter from which Peter would allow no
+interference. That was from a goat that roamed at will over the place.
+Until this visit to the farm, he had never seen a goat. His first
+encounter with this one had been quite disastrous to Pete’s pride; so,
+having no wish to repeat the set-to, he left the goat with the butting
+disposition severely alone.
+
+Although Pete, in accordance with his good mother’s teachings, was
+generous with the small dogs, there was one thing he would not permit.
+That was their following him to the bone cemetery. This was forbidden
+ground. Out in the orchard, under the apple trees, where the earth was
+mellow, was his favorite, exclusive spot.
+
+If Pete observed the others following him to the orchard, he would
+chase them back and tell them to stay there. Then he would feast
+and enjoy to his heart’s content the gnawing of those delicious,
+earth-seasoned morsels. This always carried him back to the time when
+his father and he had gnawed the bone in the garden at home. Thus Shep
+had revealed to his son the social side of his nature. The small dogs
+learned to respect Pete’s privacy and stayed away.
+
+Peter was trained to help Ralph bring up the cattle from the pasture.
+On several occasions, when it was raining, he brought them in alone.
+In the lot was Duke, the king of the herd. Usually he was a safe and
+docile animal, but one evening something seemed to be wrong. Duke was
+in an ugly mood, pawing and bellowing at a great rate, and refusing to
+be lined up with the cows.
+
+[Illustration: Peter Helps Bring the Cattle from the Pasture]
+
+Ralph struck Duke with a gad, which was a great mistake on the boy’s
+part. The animal charged. Ralph ducked and ran for a near-by tree,
+climbing up before the bull reached him.
+
+Pete did his best to help his master. He barked and snapped at the
+enemy, but to no avail. He then looked up at Ralph, as much as to say,
+“What more can I do?”
+
+“Get Grandpa,” the boy called to him.
+
+Off Pete ran, over the fence, and on to the house. In a little while,
+back he bounded with Grandfather and the hired man following, with
+weapons of defense to liberate the prisoner. And so Peter proved to be
+the hero of the day.
+
+The summer was one of profit and pleasure both to the dogs and the
+children. Grandmother knew how to make the most delicious cookies,
+which Pete shared along with the children. He helped hunt the eggs.
+Finding a nest, he would stand and wag his tail until they got the
+eggs. He also assisted in rounding up the young poultry to be shut in
+for the night.
+
+When the work was all done, the children and the dogs would go through
+the woods to the old swimming hole. While the boy and his sister
+were enjoying the water, the dogs found many things to attract their
+attention. One of them would stir up a chipmunk or a rabbit. Then
+all would give chase. If the little creature went into a hole in the
+ground, it fell to Pete, as the largest and strongest, to dig it out,
+while the others would stand off, barking their encouragement. When at
+last he would find it, Pete would permit no torturing of their prey; it
+must be killed skillfully and at once.
+
+The time passed all too quickly. School soon would open. Mabel and
+Ralph were entering high school. Pete was now a dignified, full-grown
+dog, looking like his father, Shep, but having the gentle disposition
+of his mother, Susie.
+
+Although he was not a quarrelsome dog, and never attacked a dog smaller
+than himself, still Peter was all dog. In reading these records of
+this grown-up puppy’s doings, we must remember that he was without
+royal ancestry. He was not registered as to pedigree, but was just an
+ordinary, middle-class dog, with a high sense of honor, inherited from
+honest parent dogs.
+
+The bull dog, whose name was Joe, was growing old and slow of gait. He
+and Pete had become fast friends. Time had taken some of the arrogance
+out of his manner. He had been condescending in his attitude toward
+Pete, but now he showed more interest and some affection. It was
+pathetic to note Pete’s deference for the old chap. Perhaps that had
+something to do with his change of heart. Were they out for a walk,
+Pete would run on ahead, and then wait for the old dog to catch up, or
+run back to him and walk slowly beside him.
+
+The time came when old Joe was unable to go out. He would sit outside
+his kennel dozing, having not even strength enough to snap at the
+flies that bothered him. Pete spent a great deal of time with him. He
+would lie nearby sleeping, or would drink in a social way from Joe’s
+drinking pan. He did many other little comforting things to show good
+comradeship.
+
+One very warm day the dogs were panting with the heat. Their tongues
+were lolling out of their mouths, and they drank a great deal of water,
+Pete taking the last drop. Soon poor old Joe, bending down to get a
+drink, found the pan dry. Pete jumped up and, taking the edge of the
+pan in his mouth, ran to the screen door, where he scratched until the
+cook came. Then he lifted the empty pan to her to be filled.
+
+One morning, a short while after this hot spell, Pete came to see
+his old friend, whom he had learned really to love. The bull dog was
+missing from his customary place, so Pete looked into the kennel. There
+lay poor old Joe, dead. This was Pete’s first experience with that
+mysterious condition. His reaction was only normal and doglike, for
+he proceeded to eat up the remnants of the bull dog’s supper, drank
+all the water, and then ran off to find a live dog to play with. Dogs
+seldom show grief for their own kind.
+
+
+
+
+NEW SCENES
+
+
+The years rolled on. At last the children were grown and ready for
+college, and in the fall Ralph was to go to a university. Mabel was to
+attend another school.
+
+Pete was conscious that something was about to happen. His master would
+pat him lovingly on the head, and then slip an arm around his neck.
+Then he would begin talking about going away, saying, “Well, old pal,
+how are we going to stand this? Do you think you will miss me?”
+
+Pete would kiss his young master, dog-fashion; then he would lie down
+at his feet in the most devoted way.
+
+The university to which Ralph was going was not a great distance, sixty
+miles or a little further, from his home. A trip was taken to make
+arrangements about entering. Peter, much to his delight, was allowed to
+go with his master in the automobile.
+
+He took an inventory of the place where they went. Nothing escaped
+him. There seemed to be some dogs at this school. At least, he saw
+several following the young men students, and it certainly was an ideal
+place for a dog to be. Storing all these things in his mind, Pete
+returned to his home, somewhat more reconciled to have Ralph go from
+him, as he concluded that all was for the best.
+
+Soon preparations were completed, and Ralph was ready to leave, this
+time by train. Peter went to the depot with the rest of the family to
+see his master off. Ralph was very brave, for he wanted to show that
+he was now a man, and he thought any show of emotion was womanish. He
+bade everyone farewell. Last of all, he patted his dog affectionately,
+saying, “Well, good-by, old pal.”
+
+All went well for a month or so. Pete would wander around as if looking
+for something, but he seemed to be taking his loss in a sensible way.
+Then, one morning, he was missing. Nowhere could he be found. Search
+and the offer of rewards failed to bring him back. He was given up
+as lost. The family came to the conclusion that Pete had either been
+stolen or struck by an automobile. Then a letter came from Ralph, in
+which he wrote: “Whom should I see on the campus one day, when I was
+returning from class, but good old Pete?”
+
+Maybe you think that was not a joyous meeting! Ralph did not tell
+all in his letter, but his mother read between the lines, and knew
+there were some tears shed. Ralph was feeling some of the pangs of
+homesickness that a certain little puppy once had felt, and the dog
+understood and sympathized.
+
+Ralph by this time was comfortably established in a fraternity house,
+where there were other boys with their dogs, and Peter was at once made
+a member of the group. Almost any day Ralph could be seen crossing the
+campus, his arms full of books, with Pete trotting along at his heels.
+These were happy days for the dog. The boy, too, seemed to be perfectly
+contented, now that his faithful friend was with him.
+
+Pete seemed to understand that his remaining at college all depended
+upon his good behavior, so he carried himself with dignity. He never
+chased squirrels and never frightened the children who came on the
+campus to play. He was polite, and moved off the sidewalk to let the
+ladies pass, showing in many ways that he had come from a good home,
+where the training had been of the right kind.
+
+Ralph was elected to play on the ball team. Pete had not forgotten the
+times back home on the sand lot, when he had helped his master win many
+a game, so he was on hand to do his bit on these occasions. However, he
+was not so young as he used to be and he was not so agile in bringing
+back the ball. As the other members of the team who had dogs thought
+they could get along without his help, Pete had to be tied up when a
+game was on, much to his chagrin.
+
+Ralph, who had been one of the best players on the high school squad,
+was given a place on the team when the football season commenced. All
+went well until one day, when there was a close game with another
+university, Ralph was injured. The track was wet and slippery, and
+Ralph’s ankle turned, throwing him and wrenching his back.
+
+This unfortunate accident kept Ralph confined to his room, and on his
+back for some time. But for Peter, he would have spent many lonely
+hours before he could again go to classes. The dog would lie on the rug
+in front of the gas stove, where he could keep one eye on his beloved
+master.
+
+On the night of the oratorical contest all of the boys were gone, and
+Ralph and Pete were alone in the house. Having read until he was tired,
+Ralph closed his eyes, and soon he was sound asleep. Pete was lying in
+his customary place before the stove. The door leading out into the
+corridor was open; also one leading onto the fire escape. Suddenly
+Peter began barking and pulling at the covering on Ralph, who awakened
+to find himself nearly suffocated by smoke that filled the house.
+
+Ralph realized that the house was on fire, and felt his helplessness,
+as he was not yet able to walk since his accident; but something must
+be done, and quickly. Dragging himself off the couch, he managed to get
+his arm around the dog’s neck, and in this way the two of them made
+their way through the smoke to the fire escape. From there, Ralph gave
+the alarm and was rescued, just as the walls crumbled. The fire had
+made such headway that nothing could save the house. Had it not been
+for this prince among dogs, Ralph’s life would have gone out while he
+slept. Susie and Shep had sown good seed when they taught Peter that
+bravery was a good trait for a dog to have.
+
+Peter was growing old. There was no doubt about it; he was getting
+stiff in his joints, and his hearing was not so good. When he was
+alone, he found it difficult to keep from being struck by the
+automobiles, whose careless drivers had no regard for life of either
+dog or child, but would come tearing along at reckless speed.
+
+One day Pete was crossing to the campus, when a car came in sight. It
+was one of those that college boys seem to enjoy driving more than any
+other kind, a rickety old bus, without top and not much else but wheels
+and an engine. In this semblance of a car were as many boys as it would
+hold. They were having a hilarious time, returning from a game.
+
+There was so much noise, as they went zig-zagging through the street,
+that poor Pete became confused and was caught under the wheels of
+this death trap. Thus a precious life went out. This was the closing
+of a career of one of the most faithful of God’s creatures in the
+animal kingdom. He was one who laid no claim to anything but ordinary
+ability, natural instincts, and a reaction to kind treatment that paid
+a hundredfold.
+
+Ralph felt his loss so keenly that, after laying Peter’s broken body
+away, he conceived the idea of writing a book about dogs. He would
+depict only the good qualities or instincts, which, if developed,
+would make even yellow mongrels into decent dogs. To the memory of
+his beloved Peter he would dedicate a collection of really good and
+true stories, with the hope that other boys would derive, from the
+companionship and knowledge of dogs, such inspiration as had helped
+to develop his own character, making him an ardent defender of all
+faithful creatures.
+
+So this is how _The Tattlers_ came to be written.
+
+[Illustration: Pixie and Bob]
+
+
+
+
+THE TATTLERS
+
+
+
+
+PIXIE AND BOB
+
+
+It was a beautiful street where the dogs all lived, lined on one side
+by stately palms. The lawns were smooth as velvet, and always green,
+in spite of the fact that it seldom rained in this country. Flowers
+and clinging vines helped to enhance the beauty. The owners of the
+homes on this well kept street were rich and could afford every luxury
+for themselves, as well as everything appropriate to their respective
+positions.
+
+That anyone or anything could be unhappy in such environment seemed
+unbelievable. However, one little heart was aching there. It was that
+of a poor little rich Pomeranian, so tiny that the amount which had
+been paid for her would cover her nicely, were it in bills.
+
+Notwithstanding the fact that Pixie, for that was her name, was fondled
+and petted, wore beautiful clothes, slept on a silk pillow at the foot
+of her mistress’s bed, and won all the prizes at the fancy dog shows,
+indeed, had every wish gratified, she was very unhappy to-day.
+
+Pixie’s owners, who had bought her in London, were proud of her long
+pedigree, which they never failed to mention, and also that she was
+registered along with dogs belonging to the King and Queen. This
+was exceedingly gratifying to everyone concerned, and the awe with
+which people expressed their admiration for a mite like her that had
+hobnobbed with royalty, was astonishing.
+
+She was in this lovely home, and had nothing to do but go through a
+few silly tricks, such as sneezing when she was told to, whether she
+felt like it or not. To be sure she would be rewarded with some little
+bit of sweet for performing. But the worst was to have to sit up on
+her haunches, close her eyes, and say her prayers, in order that her
+admirers might have a hearty laugh.
+
+Pixie never felt like laughing herself, as something in her made her
+feel cross at such times. Besides, where did her mistress get that
+idea of saying prayers in that way? Pixie never saw her mistress say
+prayers in that or any other way. If she had, would she have liked to
+be laughed at?
+
+These were only a few of the things this mite of a dog, who was worth
+her weight in gold, had to trouble her, for she was possessed as we
+have seen of a small organ necessary to her existence, called a heart.
+This, we like to think, was susceptible to emotions similar to those of
+others of God’s creatures.
+
+That this “angel dog,” as her mistress sometimes called her, could have
+a heartache never occurred to that lady, yet just now Pixie truly was
+troubled. Every morning Celeste, the French maid, whose ancestors came
+from the same country that was the home of Pixie’s, would take her out
+for exercise and fresh air. Pixie loved going to the park nearby. At
+the entrance, the maid would take the leash from her collar and allow
+her her liberty.
+
+Celeste would stop to visit with other maids who had brought either
+children or dogs with them. The one with whom she was holding
+conversation to-day was the Judge’s maid, who had a young Airedale pup
+in tow. This young dog was also allowed to run at large. He was so
+homely and awkward that Pixie was ashamed to be seen with him, although
+he, like herself, was supposed to be of blue blood. Yet since he
+belonged to their set, she felt that she must be polite to him.
+
+He became familiar and this put Pixie on her dignity. They started out
+together, but the Pom was haughty and disdainful.
+
+“He is so common and ugly,” she thought.
+
+Pixie was not wise in her reasoning, or she would have wanted just such
+a background to show off her own beauty. How her lovely, golden-brown
+coat glistened in the sun, and how stiff, bristly and fuzzy the
+Airedale’s coat looked in comparison. And such ears! And was there
+anything more ridiculous than that stub of a tail? Why, that must be
+why he was called Bob. Such were the observations that Pixie was making
+to herself.
+
+Still Pixie was trying to be polite, as one in her position in dogdom
+should be, but she resented the Airedale’s friendly advances, and when
+Bob challenged her to a race, she became very cool indeed. She felt
+that sometimes one’s standing required the toleration of “impossible”
+dogs, but one did not have to lower her dignity in doing so.
+
+Bob must have sensed something of what was in this haughty lady dog’s
+mind, for he began bragging. “She wasn’t so much after all.” His master
+lived in a larger, finer house than hers. Besides, his master was a
+Judge, who knew about everything and owned two dogs, real dogs--himself
+and his father--both with pedigrees and family trees planted in the
+north of England. They were grafted onto an Irish terrier branch, and
+noted for a lot of things. He failed to say that one of the traits for
+which they were noted was their quick tempers when they were young and
+undisciplined.
+
+Bob had some things of which to be proud, too, so he began strutting
+before Pixie, which only made matters worse, as far as their ever
+being friends was concerned.
+
+Then Bob, who, you must remember, was young and thoughtless, began
+making insulting growls, which meant that he knew a few things. “Hadn’t
+Celeste told their maid that Pixie’s great-great-grandmother was a
+wolf-dog, and that she had one of the largest families? She was known
+to have had twenty puppies, and she had to leave them to look after
+themselves while she helped Pixie’s great-great-grandfather shoo off
+the wolves.” He wound up by saying, “And my master says it is true. He
+looked it up in the book.”
+
+Now Pixie was a “perfect lady,” yet there remained in her
+blood a taint of the fighting propensity that had enabled her
+great-great-grandparents to shoo off those hungry wolves, and she
+was not going to stand for any such unkind remarks from a mere Irish
+Airedale terrier pup.
+
+She flew at him, snapping and biting his awkward legs, and barking her
+loudest, which only made Bob smile, though it is hard to believe that
+Airedales do smile, so solemn are their countenances. He decided to
+show her what real barking was like, and the big bass bow-bow that he
+let out so frightened Pixie that she scampered off to the French maid.
+
+In this way the morning was spoiled for the little Pom, who shed tears
+when she thought of her poor great-great-grandmother having to leave
+those dear little puppies to help shoo off those terrible wolves.
+Looking around at her surroundings, she thought how different was her
+condition. She had everything to make her happy. She could sit in her
+mistress’s lap and eat off her plate if she wanted to. She would never
+have a large family of puppies to bother with; and of course there
+would never be any wolves to disturb her.
+
+As this brought her thoughts back to the happenings of the morning and
+that dreadful Airedale pup, a shudder went through her small body.
+“Will I always have to encounter that dog when I go to the park?” she
+wondered.
+
+There were many dogs at the park, but with most of them Pixie must not
+play. She could associate with only the dogs in her particular circle,
+and give these others only a haughty stare when she met them.
+
+The Airedale pup, not used to being snubbed, was taking this slight
+seriously. After Pixie left him, he felt he was in need of sympathy.
+That Pixie was a lady and had very sharp teeth prevented him from
+demanding an apology. Had she been one of his own kind, and of his own
+size, Bob would have fought it out. He would have had the apology, too;
+but as it was he must have advice.
+
+Looking across the park, he saw the gleam of a brass-studded collar
+which looked like the regulation collar for dogs in their neighborhood.
+Going over there, he found three dogs, all belonging in his set. They
+were taking the air while their attendants sat on the benches and read
+the morning papers.
+
+Bob, who was still smarting from Pixie’s snub, told them his tale of
+woe.
+
+“I have been mistreated by a pert little flapper of a Pom, with a
+ribbon around her neck--and such superior airs she was assuming, when
+she is only the great-great-granddaughter of a wolf-dog, who, away back
+there in the old country, raised dozens of puppies and shooed wolves!”
+
+His hearers sat around on their haunches, with their tongues lolling
+out, and listened intently. Being unable to get an expression from them
+collectively, Bob questioned them one by one as to what they thought of
+Pixie, and what he should do about her behavior to him.
+
+All except one expressed opinions. The exception was a young police
+dog, whose family tree was flourishing over there. If he was not
+mistaken, there were traditions in his family which bore some relation
+to the story about the little Pomeranian dogs being able to frighten
+his own ancestors, when they were hungry and weak, and wanted only a
+good meal from the poultry pens. Yet he hoped there was some mistake
+about the story. It did not seem possible that a mere Pom could
+frighten a noble wolf. Yet he admired Pixie.
+
+The next dog consulted was a little pug, named Ruby. She was quite well
+acquainted with Pixie, had met her abroad, and had come home on the
+same ship with her. Both of them had been prize-winners at a dog show
+in England. Their respective mistresses had bought them from the same
+kennels. There had been considerable discussion as to the merits of the
+two dogs. Both had wanted the Pom, and quite a bit of feeling arose
+between the two ladies on the subject. In fact, the pug’s mistress, in
+a polite way, claimed the other lady had used questionable methods to
+procure the coveted dog. However, nothing could be done about it now,
+as Pixie’s mistress was better able to pay the purchase price.
+
+So the pug was taken; but Ruby always felt there was a lack of
+sincerity in her owner’s voice when she declared to Pixie’s owner, “No
+amount of money would induce me to part with my dear little pug. She is
+the smartest, brightest dog I ever knew.” Then too, Ruby had overheard
+Pixie’s mistress telling some one that pugs were stupid dogs who did
+nothing but eat and snore.
+
+Considering these facts, it was not difficult for Bob to enlist Ruby’s
+sympathy. Aside from this, Ruby was envious of Pixie’s beautiful fur
+coat. It was so soft and warm. Pixie had no need to wear an overcoat
+that made her look like a stuffed sausage when she went riding. And she
+didn’t snore when she slept. The pug at once became Bob’s ally.
+
+The other one in the group was a little French poodle who was fond of
+Pixie, because, notwithstanding that one was of German descent and
+the other of French, they got along nicely together. Though unlike in
+color, they had many traits in common. Both had ancestors who were
+valiant and courageous. Having this beautiful French poodle, whose name
+was Petite, to champion her cause was favorable for Pixie, had she
+known about it; but Pixie was blissfully unaware of the controversy.
+
+Petite’s and Pixie’s mistresses were old friends, and both dogs had
+heard complimentary remarks about each other, so Bob could not count
+on the French poodle’s sympathy. She was decidedly for Pixie. Nothing
+could be settled with the weight of opinion so unequally balanced.
+
+Bob’s pride had had a jolt, and the matter must be adjusted. He would
+take the case to his father to decide. The elder Airedale was one of
+those large boned, solemn looking dogs that always look as if they were
+thinking deeply on some subject of importance. At the same time, there
+is a comical twist to their countenances that harks back to some trait
+in their Irish ancestry. Because of these characteristics, and the fact
+that his owner was on the bench, this old Airedale was called Judge.
+
+[Illustration: Judge Was Always Being Called Upon to Decide]
+
+Besides being Bob’s father, Judge was also a sort of father confessor
+to all the dogs in the neighborhood. He was always being called upon to
+decide the rights of the case in the squabbles of the dogs. Was there
+a scrap over a bone, or had some of the dogs mistreated a cat that
+was unable to defend itself, Judge would administer a cuffing to the
+offenders. Even his own son was granted no mercy when he was brought
+into court for some disturbance he had caused, but was given a good
+cuffing if Judge found him guilty.
+
+
+
+
+JUDGE AIREDALE
+
+
+With some misgivings, therefore, Bob approached his father on this
+subject. He decided he would wait until he was sure his dad was in a
+happy mood. After the noonday meal, when they were both comfortably
+full, and Judge had had his nap, was the most likely time. Then,
+cautiously, Bob broached the matter of his wounded pride. Having no
+mother to smooth the way for him, Bob was at the mercy of his father’s
+candor. Judge, realizing this fact, became interested in learning about
+the case.
+
+He inquired as to how many families were acquainted with the story,
+and how much had really been said about the personal appearance of
+his offspring. This was a delicate subject, as there was a strong
+resemblance between father and son. Just how far into the family
+records had Pixie delved? Of course, no one in this neighborhood
+knew of the family skeleton. That was safe. Bob was very brief about
+his part in the encounter. He mentioned nothing about his terrible
+bow-wows, which had so frightened the pert Pom that she had turned pale
+under her heavy coat.
+
+Judge, rubbing his chin with his ponderous paw, said, “I will take
+up the case, but I will defer a decision until more evidence can be
+procured. Meantime I will investigate.”
+
+In the interval each of the dogs that knew about the affair related
+it to every other dog they met. It was discussed not only in the best
+families, but the garbage man’s dog heard of it, and he told it to the
+laundress’s yellow mongrel, who met the milkman’s shepherd collie. As
+the latter traveled around town, and was an excellent reporter, the
+news spread and the story grew and grew, until the owners of the dogs
+were also involved. When at last it came to their ears, they were
+puzzled to know what it was all about.
+
+Judge, hearing about how the news of this little affair had grown until
+it was called a scandal, decided he must act quickly to settle the
+wagging of those busybodies’ tongues. He would hold a session and call
+the whole neighborhood of dogs into court. The police dog was to summon
+them. Each one that had a share in this matter, regardless of what was
+his standing in society, must appear before him to be punished.
+
+It was an outrage that a dog of Judge’s high standing should be so
+maligned, for at last the story had grown until it was unsavory, and a
+great injustice had been done to the father of such a promising son.
+Summoning the German police dog, Judge made a list of those who were
+responsible for the wide spread of the story. Among these were Ruby,
+the pug, Petite, the white French poodle, and those to whom they had
+told the interesting bit of news.
+
+In their set was an English bulldog named Bill, who was a distant
+relative on the terrier side of the Airedale family. Bill felt that it
+would be disloyal not to support the Airedales in their contention,
+especially as the matter had been laid before him by Ruby, who gave her
+own version of it, adding as much local color as she could.
+
+Bill, in turn, told a friend, a Boston bull, and so it went. Among
+their select set, everyone who repeated the tale added something to it.
+It was left to dear little Petite, the fluffy French poodle, who always
+wore white, to defend the little Pom. With tears in her eyes, Petite
+told all her friends how that “impossible Airedale pup had insulted
+her dear friend, Pixie.” She wept on the shoulder of a stately Russian
+wolfhound, named Princess, who had been “over” only a short time, and
+who was bewildered by Petite’s show of emotion. For some time indeed
+Princess was unable to understand what it all meant.
+
+[Illustration: Petite and Princess]
+
+Expressing her indignation in a dignified and charming way at the
+effrontery of the Airedale, the Princess promised to call on the little
+Pom and extend her sympathy. She passed the sad news on to a water
+spaniel, who just then emerged from the drinking fountain basin, where
+he had been taking a bath. Although he shook the water from his wet
+coat all over her, which at another time would have been good cause for
+a show of temper, even from a lady dog of noble birth, she passed it by
+unnoticed, so eager was she to enlist all her friends in Pixie’s cause.
+
+On up the street these two went to where lived two squatty little
+dachshunds, whose ancestors, like Pixie’s, were real warriors. It was
+said of them that they attacked badgers, an action requiring great
+courage. They too had a friendly feeling for Pixie; and then the
+Princess was so sweet in her manner and so eager to clear her little
+friend’s name of any suspicion, they could not resist her, even though
+they saw that the chances of the Airedale were growing slim, and that
+it was scarcely fair for all of his friends to turn against him.
+
+It was through these little, sociable dachshunds that the story spread
+to the other element of society in dogdom. The garbage man’s dog, Gyp,
+who always accompanied his master on his collection trips, was a good
+watchdog. He was watching the empty cans while his master stopped
+to chat with the laundress. He had his hands full with the dogs who
+pestered him for a chance at the tidbits left in the cans. Finally,
+Gyp, being of a practical turn of mind, began bartering with the
+dogs for an exchange, just as boys do. The dachshunds had something
+desirable in this story they had heard, and promised they would give
+the details as an after-dinner speech, if they could come to terms,
+which they did.
+
+While they were delivering the purchase price of their lunch, the
+laundress’s yellow mongrel listened in. Gyp was emphatically against
+the Airedale. Once Gyp had fallen into the hands of the law, and had
+almost been taken to the dog pound, so he was bitter against law, and
+everyone connected with it. This, of course, included the Judge.
+
+[Illustration: Gyp and the Dachshunds]
+
+Such was not the feeling of the little yellow mongrel, who was of no
+particular breed. He was just plain dog, and did not mind it one bit if
+he was. His mistress gave the Judge two days of her time every week,
+and he knew the Airedale quite well. The Judge’s folks had been kind
+to him, giving him many meaty bones after dinner. Sometimes the boys
+played with him, too, in the back yard, where it was nice and private.
+The fence was so high no one could see them. For all of this, he was
+most grateful, and intended to stand by the Judge. He was not going to
+say anything about it to anyone, except the milkman’s dog, and he must
+promise not to repeat the story. Anyway, he lived away on the other
+side of town, where they would probably not be interested.
+
+This is how this contention, which, in its beginning was just a
+misunderstanding between two inoffensive dogs, grew until friendly
+relations were strained to the breaking point.
+
+Having arranged for a hearing on a certain evening, when all the dogs
+were again in the park, Judge impaneled a jury. Then, upon examining
+the jury, he found that not one of the members was fit to serve, as all
+had gossiped about the case. There were not “twelve good dogs and true”
+to be found in the town.
+
+Because of this state of affairs, some other plan must be followed.
+Judge decided that he would punish all of the worst offenders. The
+principals, which meant Pixie and Bob, he would talk to privately.
+Pixie no doubt by this time was very sorry and ready to apologize to
+Bob.
+
+The gossips he would attend to first. Since they were so eager to tell
+stories about other dogs, he would require each of them to come, one at
+a time, and tell him a true story of some brave or clever happening of
+which they had heard. Perhaps there were family traditions that were
+worth repeating, as in the case of Pixie and the dachshunds. It would
+be a good way to train their minds, and to teach them to look for the
+good and to ignore the bad in all dogs. Besides, it would keep them
+busy. As their outings were limited to about two hours each day, it
+would be possible for them to hear no more than one long, or, possibly,
+several short stories each time.
+
+The police dog, being next in importance to the Judge, was required
+to begin this series of punishment. The Judge, after the class in
+story-telling had paid the penalty and the law was satisfied, was
+to tell a very interesting story himself--one containing much human
+interest and moral advice.
+
+Although he was somewhat vain and pompous, the Judge was at heart a
+good dog. He desired to raise the standard of morals in dogdom, and
+knew that the only way to do that was to fill the empty heads of the
+dogs with something besides gossip. A research story-telling campaign
+he hoped would prove the first step toward reform.
+
+A program was arranged. Each one was, in his or her turn, to tell
+whatever story he or she knew on a given subject; or they could relate
+anything of interest that had occurred in their own families. Detective
+stories would be in the German police dog’s line. Also stories of
+German country dogs. One very interesting story he knew about a large
+Dane that could understand nothing but German.
+
+All the dogs were so interested, and so eager to begin, that they
+ran around in circles. The court session having adjourned, the police
+dog escorted them out of the park, and requested that all of them be
+on time promptly the next evening. A happier group of dogs passed out
+of the park entrance to go their different ways. No haughty airs were
+assumed by the blue-bloods. All were interested in one theme, a common
+interest--the paying of a court fine, which makes all kin.
+
+So used were the dogs in the beautiful homes on that exclusive
+street to having everything done for them that they had become mere
+puppets, and it required considerable effort for them to do any real
+thinking. Most of them were foreign born and several had peculiar
+habits, different from those of their American cousins. Although their
+ancestors originally came from Europe, the latter had become true
+Americans in every sense of the word, and were losing their love of
+ease and indolence.
+
+Although the owners of these blue-blooded dogs had them registered and
+pedigreed, and all that, what did they really know of their families?
+It was by mere accident that Pixie heard that bit of history about her
+great-great-grandmother. Her mistress never spoke of the little Pom’s
+past, except to mention about the dog show in London and Pixie’s having
+associated with the nobility. Now that Pixie knew about her people, she
+was proud that she had such plucky forbears.
+
+The rest of the dogs, after hearing how Pixie felt about it, were
+anxious to know something about their own family histories. This
+story-telling campaign was going to afford them just the excuse they
+wanted to get the desired information. Surely some members of their
+breed had won honors for themselves somewhere or somehow. Just how
+or where were they to hear of these things? Now the chance was to be
+given, for every dog was to help every other dog with his story. If the
+shepherd dog knew of a good story about a bull dog, he was to tell it;
+but it must be such a story as the bull would be pleased to know. Then,
+if the bull dog knew anything that would add to the happiness of the
+shepherd, he in turn would make it known.
+
+Satisfied with this arrangement, the dogs went diligently to work
+unearthing stories.
+
+It was early, and the Judge was on his bench under a tree at the far
+corner of the park. It was a quiet place where the children, who
+were playing in the sand piles or swinging, would not disturb them.
+The Judge, not needing an attendant, was allowed to roam at will.
+The others would have to wait to be brought, except, of course, the
+middle-class dogs, who would presently come romping in.
+
+Had the respective owners of the dogs on the beautiful street been
+aware of what was taking place, in all probability they would have
+tried to buy the Judge off; but this one was not that kind of a judge.
+His belonging to their set would not have influenced him in the least.
+Back in his own family history were some sterling qualities, chief of
+which was honesty, that had descended to this offspring, and these, as
+well as other admirable traits, were manifest in all of his dealings.
+
+The dogs were assembled at last, even Pixie, who was seen trotting
+along beside the Airedale pup. The police dog was keeping order and
+seating the class. When the gavel, which was his left paw, fell,
+everything was ready.
+
+
+
+
+PETITE AND BOB TELL THEIR STORIES
+
+
+PETITE’S STORY
+
+The white poodle told her story in a winsome way. One of her sisters
+had attended the wedding of one of the nobility in France. The bride
+was so fond of her little pet that she wanted the poodle with her on
+this, the happiest day of her life.
+
+The tiny poodle was bathed and combed until she looked like a fluff of
+cotton. Around her neck a pink ribbon was tied and arranged in a smart
+bow between her ears. She behaved beautifully, never stepping on the
+bride’s train, nor did she blush as the groom did. She made only one
+little break.
+
+After the ceremony, when the groom kissed the bride, she let out one
+little growl, which she could never refrain from doing when this
+occurred. For her nice behavior, she was given a piece of the bride’s
+cake to put under her pillow to sleep on.
+
+As she was a very smart poodle in many ways, she seemed to understand
+everything that was said to her, and she answered one and all with
+the tail language. This is the accepted lingo of such favored dogs,
+especially as they have such fine, feathery tails, that show to
+advantage when waved in a wig-wag message.
+
+When the poodle was asked if she wanted to go walking, she would hop
+onto a chair, and look toward the place where her leash was kept and
+wait for her mistress to put it on her neck. As soon as it was put on,
+she would jump down from the chair, run to the door and wag her tail,
+as if to say she was ready.
+
+On the street, she would walk along beside her mistress in a nice way,
+never running on ahead nor pulling on the leash, as do some rude dogs.
+
+Petite was exceedingly proud because she belonged to such a fine breed
+of dogs; she waved her beautiful tail in acknowledgment of the applause
+which was given her.
+
+
+BOB’S STORY
+
+Judge required even his own son to relate a story, in punishment for
+his rudeness in barking that terrible bass solo at Pixie, which a well
+mannered dog should not have done. The father had had Bob rehearse just
+what he would say, to make certain that nothing in regard to the family
+skeleton would be disclosed, although almost every family has some such
+secret to guard. However, Judge thought it best to be on the safe side
+in regard to theirs.
+
+Right now I will tell you what this great secret was, but it must
+go no further. Some ancestor of Judge’s was killed for slaughtering
+sheep. That was about the most disgraceful thing of which a dog
+could be guilty--to be called a kill-sheep dog! Of course younger
+generations had done honor to the Airedale name, and nobody would hold
+them responsible for what had occurred in their family so long ago.
+Still, they seldom mentioned it among themselves, and never, never, to
+outsiders.
+
+[Illustration: The Comical Young Airedale Terrier]
+
+Bob was inclined to be boastful, and was more than anxious to square
+himself with the little Pom. After asking his father many questions in
+regard to their family history, he finally succeeded in ferreting out
+some very interesting facts.
+
+The Airedale family are noted for their ability to look after their
+own welfare, and as guards for children and for property liable to be
+invaded by burglars. They are not beautiful, but what is of far more
+value, they are useful. As they are partly Irish, they have a sense of
+humor and do many comical things.
+
+As an instance of the cleverness and humor of the Airedale terrier, one
+that was young liked to dig holes in his master’s front lawn. He had
+been repeatedly punished for this naughtiness. Yet whenever he saw the
+tracks of a ground mole, he would forget everything and start digging
+until he had made another large hole. Then he would stop and look at
+what he had done. Feeling guilty, he would run to the porch, where
+there was a large door mat. This he would drag to the place and cover
+the hole. Satisfied that his guilt was hidden, he would run off to play.
+
+Another of Bob’s stories was about a clever dog named King who took
+care of a baby.
+
+
+KING
+
+King and Junior, a baby boy, were devoted pals. When Junior was in
+his pen on the lawn, King would take his place as guard and master
+of ceremonies. While the baby was good, King would lie quietly by,
+with one eye always on the child. If the baby got tired and fretted,
+King would jump up, run around the pen and bark to attract Junior’s
+attention, and would keep it up until the baby would smile.
+
+One day when Junior’s teeth were hurting, he was unusually fretful.
+King did his stunts in vain. Seeing that he must try some other way to
+comfort his pal, he stood in thought for a moment. Then he bounded off
+down the street to a place where another family with children lived.
+Presently he came dashing back with a woolly dog in his mouth, which he
+dropped into Junior’s pen, much to the delight of the crying youngster.
+
+Bob also told another story about a dog who was fond of scrambled eggs.
+
+
+SCRAMBLED EGGS
+
+Snappy was a small Irish terrier who was fond of scrambled eggs. As his
+owners were obliged to buy their eggs at a good price, he did not get
+one as often as he would have liked. So he would go to the back of the
+lot and lie there until he heard a neighbor’s hen cackle. Immediately
+he would crawl through a hole in the fence, and presently return with
+an egg in his mouth. He would carry the egg to the kitchen, lay it
+very carefully on the floor, and wait patiently by it until some one
+had time to cook it for him. No objections were made, as the neighbor
+thought this was so clever of him.
+
+
+
+
+POLICE DOG STORIES
+
+
+All were eager to hear what the German police dog would have to tell,
+as they knew he must have been able to gather from his grandparents
+some thrilling tales, because they went through the war and were at the
+very center of activities. However, he was unable to get many of the
+facts from them, as their experiences had been so painful that they had
+come to America to recover and to forget about them.
+
+One member of the family, however, had been cited for bravery, and they
+loved to sing the praises of poor old “Marne,” of whom they told the
+story. All of the dogs wept upon hearing about this war hero. After
+their eyes were dry, they asked for another story from the police dog.
+This time it was a detective story, with old Tip as the hero.
+
+The police dog was a born story-teller, and his contact with so many
+different kinds of dogs and men had given him a store of knowledge
+far beyond his years. So he was applauded until he responded with a
+narrative about one of his own country’s species, Fritz, who was German
+through and through.
+
+After this story, the police dog, who had consumed all of the time at
+this session, was excused and relieved of any more punishment. The
+Judge was pleased with his conduct through it all.
+
+
+MARNE, THE WAR HERO
+
+It is a long reach from the battlefields of France to the fashionable
+dog show at a notable hotel in southern California, but one of the
+veterans of the World War made it. With sad and solemn eyes, he viewed
+the scene around him, reminding one of those old men who turn up from
+retirement to march or to be driven in the parades at the reunions of
+the Grand Army of the Republic, aged and worn, so far as looks go, but
+with dear old souls washed white with deeds of bravery.
+
+Thus it was with our war hero, who, surrounded by yelping, barking
+blue-bloods, was “sitting in” at the dog exhibit, not “listening in,”
+for he was almost deaf from his injuries received on the battlefield.
+
+Marne was an ambulance dog who served with gallantry throughout the
+recent war. He came through, and was accepted and decorated by the
+French government for bravery, but for his glory he paid a dear price.
+He had been gassed. This, as many who served in the war can testify,
+takes something out of the very soul of a man. It had the same effect
+on Marne, who at ten years of age was an old dog.
+
+He was lying silent and dignified among the other entries, but with an
+accumulation of wisdom impossible to any of the pedigreed dogs about
+him.
+
+When he was only three months old, this heroic dog was given to the
+French government. After six months’ training, he was sent to the
+battlefields to find the dead and wounded. From these trips into “No
+Man’s Land,” he would come back with either a button or a stone on
+his stretcher. A button meant a wounded man, and a stone bore mute
+testimony of one having “gone west.”
+
+Both the British and the French are under obligations to faithful dogs
+for service on the fields of battle. If these dear, brave dogs could
+talk, what stories they would tell!
+
+Thanks to the gentle heart of a dear lady who appreciates real worth
+and brave deeds above mere good breeding in a dog, Marne has been
+given a pleasant home, and his wounds that have never healed are given
+proper care. Though there is a far-away look in his eyes, and he has
+the appearance of one who has known sorrow which he cannot forget, this
+dear old comrade seems contented.
+
+
+OLD TIP
+
+Tip was not much of a dog, so far as looks go--never had been, even
+in his young doghood days. There was too much of just ordinary dog in
+his ancestry. He was part hound, which gave him those floppy, big ears
+and that long, lean body. His tail, which was not long enough for a
+real, honest-to-goodness hound to have, was somewhat like that of his
+grandmother, who was a mongrel with some shepherd blood. From this tail
+Tip acquired his name, for on the end of it was a white tip. The rest
+of his body was brown, shading into yellow, which, had he been of more
+aristocratic lineage, would have been _golden brown_.
+
+Fate often picks just ordinary men in the lowly walks of life for
+the laurels. Such was the case with Tip, who was no longer young,
+and moreover was afflicted with rheumatism, caused by his having no
+suitable place to sleep on cold, dark nights. He was chosen in his old
+days to perform the crowning act of his life and to become a hero.
+
+The old corncrib with the leaky roof was Tip’s bedroom. He had only
+one old grain sack to lie upon. On one of those cold, rainy nights
+in November, it happened. It was just the time of year when every
+farmer’s wife is counting on returns for her summer’s work, through the
+marketing of her nice, fat poultry; and it was also the season when
+poultry thieves thrive and are busy plying their unlawful business.
+
+Tip had only that evening helped his mistress round up every stray fowl
+on the place, and she had shut them securely in the chicken house, to
+be ready for the buyer who was due in the morning to purchase the fat
+hens and turkeys. Tip had inspected the premises for the last time.
+Then, considering it safe to do so, he had turned around twice, as is
+the habit of all dogs, and laid down to sleep.
+
+After his first nap, he awoke. Did he hear or scent something? Not
+yet really wide awake, he sat up, flapping back his big ears in order
+to hear more clearly. Surely that sound was something worth giving
+attention to. He would investigate. Stretching his long body to awaken
+it fully, he looked out, and what he saw was a small light on the end
+of something that looked, to him, like a stick. It was up against the
+poultry house door.
+
+Now, as I told you, Tip was old and had gained wisdom with years. A
+younger dog would have been more rash; but not Tip. He was cautious.
+Slipping around the corner, he waited to see what would happen. Soon
+he saw the door open and two men enter the poultry house. Now was his
+chance for action. Bounding behind the door, he slammed it shut. As he
+did so, the bolt slipped into place and, as the key, which had been
+left in the keyhole, fell out at the same time, he had his prisoners
+secure. Then he did some lusty barking. Such whoops of “bow-wow!” such
+howls did he set up, that in a short time he had the family aroused.
+
+This action of his was the means of breaking up an organized band of
+poultry thieves in that neighborhood; and this feat also earned poor
+old Tip his laurels.
+
+
+
+
+FRITZ, WHO KNEW ONLY GERMAN
+
+(_As Told in the Presence of the Police Dog by a Lady_)
+
+
+Once when I was motoring through the middle states with my husband, who
+had dealings with the farmers of that part of the country, we drew up
+to the door of a German-American farmer, who, on seeing us, came out
+to ask what was our business. As he did so, out bounded the biggest
+piece of dog flesh I had ever seen. At first I thought it was a calf,
+but when a huge mouth opened and let out a “bow-wow,” I saw it was an
+immense Dane. On the dog came, ready, it seemed, to tear us to pieces;
+but the farmer caught him by the collar and, talking to him in German,
+led him back into the house.
+
+As it was a cold, wintry day, the farmer asked me to go inside where
+it was warm. Wishing to do so, but still remembering that dog, I
+hesitated. The man insisted, saying his wife would take care of me. I
+went.
+
+These people, like many of their kind, live most of their cold weather
+days in the kitchen, where they can cook and keep warm at the same
+time. Their cookstove was an old fashioned wood one. The oven, when
+not used for baking pies and bread, or thawing out the men’s feet, was
+piled full of wood to dry for fuel; I learned that it was Fritz who
+supplied the wood for the drying process.
+
+I entered and was invited by the wife to take a seat near the stove.
+I did so, looking around to see where the Dane might be. I spied him
+behind the stove, pretending to sleep. Soon the stove needed more wood.
+The wife took some from the oven and replenished the fire. Fritz got
+up, came around and looked inside the oven to see how much was left.
+As he was quite near me at the time, I spoke to him and attempted to
+pet him. The look he gave me was discouraging, but he turned to his
+mistress, as though inquiring what was wanted of him. She spoke to him
+in German. Turning around, he wagged his tail, and gave me a genuine
+dog smile, before returning to his place behind the stove to finish his
+nap.
+
+[Illustration: Fritz Supplied the Wood for the Fire]
+
+Presently the two men came in. The farmer took more wood from the oven.
+Fritz was watching the oven with evident concern; at last, when only a
+few sticks were left, he ran to the door, and with his paw unlatched
+and opened it. Soon he returned with a stick of wood in his jaws. He
+laid it down by the stove, and repeated the process until the little
+old oven was full again. This done, he went across to the cupboard, sat
+down, and barked until he was served with a lunch. His owners explained
+that they talked to him only in German, although they spoke very good
+English; and they added that no amount of money would induce them to
+part with him.
+
+
+TED THE WATER SPANIEL
+
+Next on the docket was Ted, the water spaniel. When Ted was called to
+jury duty, he gave his occupation as “mascot.” He had sailed the seas,
+having gone on a cruise around the world on a big battleship. When not
+on mascot duty, he was engaged in catching rats that infested the
+ship’s hold. He was an excellent sailor and loved the water. The crew,
+all of whom were fond of him, enjoyed teaching him many clever tricks.
+
+He was a good sport and would allow the men to throw him into the
+water, which they did just for the fun of seeing him swim back to them.
+Also, he was a most comical looking animal when he was wet. He would
+dive for an egg in ten or twelve feet of water; and would pick a piece
+of money from a pail of water.
+
+There was not a lazy bone in his body. He was always up to something.
+It was a laughable sight to see him, with his long ears and topknot,
+sitting up on his haunches to beg for what he wanted. When he was asked
+what he would do for his country, he would salute the flag and play
+dead. Many other interesting stunts he did to entertain the sailors and
+the officers of the big ship.
+
+When the great guns boomed, he would hide and stay hidden until all the
+smoke had cleared away, when he would come cautiously out from his
+place of concealment, looking as if he were asking, “Is it all over?”
+
+[Illustration: Ted Performed Many Stunts to Entertain the Sailors]
+
+Of his ancestral history, he knew nothing whatever, as he was picked up
+from the street in Liverpool by a sailor. Ever since he had followed
+the sea; but now he was retired and living a quiet life. Though he
+missed the companionship of the sailors and the wide ocean, he was
+happy when he could be taken to the beaches. At other times, he bathed
+in the fountains, which he was doing on the day when Princess met him.
+
+The next story, which he related, was one he had heard some one telling
+his mistress.
+
+
+BLOOD WILL TELL
+
+My friends lived on a farm, which was situated in that part of the
+country where storms and floods were frequent. A stream, quite a small
+river, in fact, divided their land, the house being on one side of the
+stream and the pasture lands on the other. The connecting link was a
+bridge over the stream.
+
+On one occasion, after a heavy storm, this stream was swollen beyond
+its banks. It became a seething, rushing torrent, carrying the bridge
+away, leaving no way, except to make a detour of five miles, by which
+the cows could come from the pasture to the barn. A council was held,
+and ways and means were discussed. The question was, how were they
+to get those milkers across to the other side? Everyone had some
+suggestion. Their little mongrel dog, within whose veins flowed a
+strain of water spaniel, sat blinking his eyes, and holding his own
+council.
+
+When the family had given up in despair and returned to the house, the
+dog swam across to the pasture. He rounded up the herd and, driving
+them before him, swam the stream again, keeping the cows ahead of him
+until they were safe on the other side. Every day he repeated this
+performance until the bridge was built.
+
+The water spaniel recollected another story about a dog named Prince.
+This one he had heard a gentleman telling his owner.
+
+
+PRINCE HELPS HIS MASTER TO GET A JOB
+
+The actions of this smart little dog show that dogs often display a
+degree of reason.
+
+A young man was searching for a position. He was unsuccessful in
+finding the one suited to his qualifications. He returned home, tired
+and discouraged, and threw himself on a couch to rest. His small dog
+Prince saw with an understanding eye that something was worrying his
+master. He went off to his own corner in the lower part of the house,
+where the telephone was located, but he did not go to sleep as did his
+master. He had to think things over as to the cause of his master’s
+troubles.
+
+Presently the telephone rang. Prince bounded upstairs, two steps at a
+time, barking lustily all the way. He pulled at the young man’s coat
+to awaken him, and told him as best he could to answer the phone. His
+master did so, with the result that he learned that a good position
+was open to him--a place of trust with a good firm--which he readily
+accepted.
+
+
+
+
+GYP, THE GARBAGE MAN’S DOG
+
+
+Gyp, the garbage man’s dog, was next. He was somewhat sullen, having
+seen life on its seamy side, and he was as full of experiences as an
+egg is of meat.
+
+As has been previously related, he disliked all phases of the law,
+and wasn’t enjoying this court scene very much. However, a few more
+experiences would make little difference in his checkered life.
+
+When he gave his name and address, he was asked if he had ever been
+in court before, to which he made the humiliating reply that he had,
+though he was not to blame for it. As Judges in general do not care
+to listen to excuses about the past, there was no chance for an
+explanation. Because this was not his first offense, and because he
+came from the lower ranks of life, although he had good blood; for he
+was a shepherd dog, and shepherd dogs are related to the great collie
+family, aristocrats in dogdom. But poor Gyp, being seen daily under the
+garbage wagon, was looked upon as a suspicious character.
+
+Now Gyp was not deserving of this opinion from any one. He was as
+honest and faithful as any of them. More temptation had been thrown in
+his way, and he had been able to withstand it better than some weaker
+ones. He would not lie, would not steal nor cheat. But he would fight.
+And it was due to this failing that he had a story to tell. We will
+leave it to you, dear reader, to decide if he was not justified at
+least in this one case.
+
+Gyp said he hoped that all dogs were now taking this course in “higher
+standards of living.” If they did, there might be no further occasion
+for his having to use his implements of warfare. Nevertheless, he would
+keep his teeth in good condition, and his claws well whetted. In fact,
+he thought preparedness was the best policy for all dogs. They need not
+actually fight, but just threaten to scrap if other dogs disregarded
+their rights.
+
+His story was a thrilling one about mistaken identity, and the
+innocent having to suffer for the sins of others. His master was his
+idol. For him, Gyp would die if necessary. Neither he nor his master
+had always been just what they were now, for both had seen better times.
+
+One dark night a crime was committed. Gyp’s master, though not guilty,
+was caught in the meshes of the police dragnet instead of the real
+culprit, and he was taken to jail to await trial for the crime some one
+else had committed.
+
+When he failed to return in the morning, Gyp started out to find him.
+Taking up the trail, he found it led to the jail. Of course he was not
+allowed in the building, but he hung around, leaving only at night and
+when he was hungry. At night he had to return home to keep watch over
+the little boy and his mother. It was his job to take care of them, now
+that his master was gone.
+
+Gyp had a double responsibility. The wife and little boy must be
+protected, and he must be on hand at the jail should a need come for
+him there. With all of this worry, he was growing very thin. Also
+he did not have enough to eat, for not many luxuries in the way of
+meat were brought into the little home now, and he was too busy just
+watching, to hunt for stray bones and things like that.
+
+At last the day of the trial came, and his master was taken from the
+jail across the courtyard to the room where the hearing was to be held.
+That was Gyp’s opportunity. Following the crowd into the court room,
+he slipped in before any one knew he was there. Waiting his chance, he
+edged his way to where his master was and lay down at his feet. He was
+hoping he would be allowed to stay right through to the end; but he
+was disappointed, for hardly had he settled himself when some one took
+hold of his collar and roughly dragged him out, giving him a kick. Just
+who was the _dumb brute_ in this case? That was the last he saw of his
+beloved master for some time. Do you wonder Gyp did not like courts and
+trials?
+
+He returned home, for now he must devote his whole time to the family.
+The little boy must be protected when he went to the corner grocery.
+Gyp would not permit another dog to come near the child. It was at this
+time that the dog’s fighting blood rose. He would go ahead of the boy
+when he was crossing the street, and the kindly traffic officer, being
+their friend, would hold back the crowd until they were over.
+
+One day, after having piloted his little charge safely home, Gyp took a
+walk down the street past some fine houses where a small dog was lying
+on a nice lawn. He saw a big hound dog come from another direction and
+go up to the small dog, sniffing and mumbling a war-growl. Gyp stopped
+to see what would happen. Presently something that gave offense to the
+small dog passed between the two, and he set his teeth in the left hind
+leg of the big dog. Then the trouble started. Seeing the small dog
+was getting the worst of it, Gyp entered the fray, letting the little
+fellow out of it, and he and the hound rolled over and over on those
+fine flower beds.
+
+The ladies who lived in the house were screaming over the phone to
+police headquarters. But in their nervousness they succeeded only
+in making the chief believe some one was being killed. At once that
+official dispatched the police wagon. It came, bringing along with the
+police a newspaper reporter who wanted to get _first_ news for his
+paper. All were disappointed. As the hound had sneaked off, Gyp was
+left to bear the entire blame. The police summoned the dog catcher.
+
+The only protector of the little family around the corner was about to
+be taken away, when who should appear but the friendly traffic officer,
+who knew Gyp and came to his rescue. He testified to the dog’s good
+character and vouched for his keeping the peace. After being patted
+on the head and admonished by his friend “to be a good dog,” Gyp was
+allowed to go back to his post of duty--watching the little family.
+
+Time dragged around to Christmas. Then the governor learned that a
+mistake had been made in the case of Gyp’s master. The master was
+released from prison and permitted to go home.
+
+It was a joyous holiday for them all. The judge who had tried the case,
+desiring to make amends for the error, offered to help the good master
+to get work in the city’s garbage disposal division. But the poor
+fellow was so humiliated, and his health so broken, that he decided
+to go to a warmer climate, where he could be out in the sunshine and
+regain his strength.
+
+The judge, feeling that an injustice had been done the man, wrote to
+the mayor of this southern town where Gyp and his master had gone. This
+recommendation caused the master to be put on the pay roll, so the
+faithful dog and his beloved owner were now partners in this business
+of gathering the waste of the city.
+
+It was through those friendly little dachshunds that Gyp had become
+involved in this mess. Now, however, there seemed to be a better
+feeling established among all of them, and the story which Gyp told
+them had the effect of enlisting their sympathy and admiration, so
+that things looked brighter for him.
+
+Presently Gyp was not “only the garbage man’s dog.” He was counted a
+real hero by the better class of dogs, and if they were free to follow
+their own natural inclinations, they would be real friendly with him;
+but there were their owners to contend with, and for their amusement,
+they would, they supposed, have to go on suppressing their good
+impulses. At any rate, all of them promised themselves that they would
+speak to Gyp when no one was watching them. Yes, they would even go out
+to the garbage wagon when they could, and they would not feel “uppish”
+toward him any more.
+
+
+
+
+THE LAUNDRESS’S DOG
+
+
+The laundress’s dog was, as everyone said, just a yellow dog. But he
+was one of those creatures whose “yellow” was all on the outside--there
+were no yellow streaks under his skin. Being just plain dog has a
+significance all its own, as, in order to be any kind of a dog, one
+must have forefathers. It is highly probable that some of those
+ancestors were worth while in the case of this dog, and had handed down
+to their offspring some good traits.
+
+Mandy, the colored laundress, had found him one morning, when she was
+on her way to work. He was a little fellow then, and he was cold and
+hungry. They lived in the state of Texas where the cotton grows. No
+doubt, the pup had started to follow some worker to the fields and
+became lost. When Mandy coaxed him to follow her, he did not hesitate,
+especially as her clothing was scented with breakfast bacon.
+
+Together they had lived ever since, with Sam, Mandy’s husband. Now, Sam
+had ambitions above being always a cotton field hand. He had heard
+there were better chances for colored people in the north. Tales of
+wealth accumulated by chauffeurs and waiters with nice, fat tips, had
+filtered through to the cotton field workers, and they were leaving as
+fast as the price of a Ford car could be saved. Mandy helped by going
+out as many days as she could spare from her home and church duties, as
+she was a very devoted church worker.
+
+Buff, as Mandy called him, on account of his pale yellow color, had
+fallen into a good home. With Sam’s ambitions and Mandy’s piety, things
+ran smoothly in this home.
+
+Having purchased a car, they loaded into it everything it would hold,
+and started north. Buff’s quarters were close, but he managed to be
+comfortable. It was better any way than riding on the running board.
+The chickens were riding there, while, on the other side, the family
+goat was enthroned. Sam was a good provider and his family were never
+in want of something to eat.
+
+Having at last become fairly settled in their new home, Mandy and
+Buff would go out to work several days each week. One of the houses
+where they worked was the Judge’s, so Buff was quite well known to the
+Airedales.
+
+Buff’s story, while not dealing with his ancestors, was interesting.
+He knew many stories about clever dogs, with whom he was acquainted,
+and he had done some fine things himself; but, being a modest dog, and
+having always been looked down upon in the south, where he came from,
+he was known only as Sam’s and Mandy’s “yaller cur.” All of this was
+depressing and made him self-conscious and bashful.
+
+The Judge, understanding how poor Buff felt, drew him out to talk
+about himself. Buff, too, had his ambitions, it appeared. Always he
+had desired to be a hunter. How he had longed to accompany Sam and his
+neighbors on their coon hunting trips! But Sam would not permit it.
+Buff was too small. It took husky dogs, like the hounds, with their
+big, floppy ears. Buff must remain at home.
+
+Lying in front of the fire, he would stretch out, fall asleep and
+dream. His body would tremble; the muscles of his legs would twitch; he
+would prick up his ears, and go through all kinds of contortions. Then,
+jumping up, he would run out of the house, and bark in answer to the
+baying of the hounds, miles away. Back he would come and lie down, with
+a satisfied look at Mandy, as much as to say, “We got him!” This was as
+near as he ever came to having his ambition gratified.
+
+The Judge requested Buff to tell about the time little Simon Peter, who
+lived next door to Sam and Mandy, fell in the water. So embarrassed was
+Buff at having to face all these eager eyes and lolling tongues, that
+he stood first on one foot, then on another. In his modesty, he made as
+little as possible of the part he had taken in the affair.
+
+[Illustration: Simon Peter and Buff]
+
+Simon Peter was a little pickaninny, who would lay his woolly head on
+the sleeping dog and take his afternoon nap. One day, Simon Peter’s
+mammy was washing, as she too was a laundress, but of the home-loving
+variety. The pickaninny loved wash day. He and Buff were left in the
+kitchen, where the laundry work was done, while his mammy hung out the
+clothes. It gave him an opportunity to get into lots of things which
+otherwise would be forbidden.
+
+On this particular day, his mother had stopped to hold a bit of
+conversation with Sister White, who lived at the back of their lot.
+There were some matters concerning a church festival of which she must
+know the particulars.
+
+In the house the little brown baby and the yellow dog were having a
+happy time. With a dilapidated looking Teddy bear in his arms, Simon
+Peter was investigating everything. Among other things which the
+laundress had been using, was a candy pail. In it was some water. It
+was clean water, for, when Simon Peter looked into it, he saw a baby
+and a Teddy bear. Reaching for the bear, he lost his balance.
+
+Just then Buff, who was busy gnawing a bone, looked up and saw a pair
+of chubby brown legs sticking up out of the pail. Sensing what had
+happened, he climbed up on the side of the pail, and, adding his weight
+to that of the baby, managed to tip the bucket over, and the pickaninny
+crawled out.
+
+Buff then ran to where the two “sisters” were in the depth of a
+discussion about church matters, and commenced jumping up and down,
+and running back and forth to attract their attention. Sister White
+took notice and inquired, “What’s the matter with that fool dog?”
+Simon Peter’s mammy took the hint. Running to the house, she found her
+little brown baby sitting in a puddle of water, and she saw that he was
+dripping wet.
+
+This was such a good story the dogs wanted another from Buff, and he
+promised that at the next session he would tell them about Whitey,
+another mongrel of his acquaintance. So when the time came he told his
+second story.
+
+[Illustration: Whitey and Her Mistress]
+
+
+
+
+THE DEVOTION OF WHITEY
+
+
+Whitey was only a mongrel, a cross between a spitz dog and an English
+bull.
+
+We can imagine that Whitey had inherited from her gentle, affectionate
+spitz mother, the devotion which this occasion brought into play. This
+trait, coupled with the persistence and tenacity of her English bull
+father, enabled her to enact the part she did.
+
+Whitey’s mistress, who was getting along in years, was alone in the
+world, having only her faithful dog for company. So the two became
+devoted to each other. When the little old lady went out on errands,
+Whitey guarded her most carefully.
+
+One day the sun was very hot and the old lady seemed more unsteady than
+usual. Whitey, looking at her mistress, noticed that she was very pale.
+Then she saw her mistress sway and fall. The dog was frightened and
+barked furiously. Seeing a policeman down the street, she ran barking
+to him, and then back to her fainting mistress.
+
+Understanding what had occurred, the officer called an ambulance and
+started with the little old lady to the hospital. Whitey, who was no
+longer young herself, gathered herself together. She was not invited to
+ride in the ambulance with her mistress. As a matter of fact, no one
+noticed the anxious, woe-begone little mongrel. So there was nothing
+for her to do but follow the ambulance.
+
+As it threaded its way in and out, shrieking and making ear-splitting,
+frightful noises, Whitey followed. Dodging the traffic as best she
+could, and dreadfully tired, she followed her mistress to she knew not
+where.
+
+Arriving shortly after her mistress was carried into the hospital,
+Whitey stood at the door, sniffing and barking. Finally she heard
+some one coming out of that door. This was her chance. In she sprang,
+nearly tripping up the big policeman, but getting in where her beloved
+mistress was. Yelping joyously, she wagged her tail with satisfaction.
+Her happiness was short-lived, however, for, in an instant a rough hand
+had her by the back of the neck and yanked her out to the street.
+
+Then the English bull portion of Whitey manifested itself. Such
+scratching and clawing as she did at that door! She begged, she
+entreated to be admitted, until, finally, she was allowed to go in.
+All afternoon, she lay on the foot of her mistress’s cot, looking her
+sympathy and love, and hoping she would soon help to take the dear
+mistress back to their home, where they would again be happy. And
+indeed it was not long before this hope was fulfilled.
+
+
+
+
+THE RUSSIAN PRINCESS
+
+
+Princess, having been “over” only a short time, and being unaccustomed
+to American ways, could tell only of her far-away Russia.
+
+Her story was so sad that all were glad it was not a long one. They
+hoped that after she had been longer in our beautiful America, she
+would be able to forget those dark days of her own country. They hoped
+too that Russia, where these graceful hounds live, would see better
+times, and that no more cruel wars would wreck her government.
+
+Princess was made acquainted with all the dogs in the park. Each in
+turn gave her a welcoming sniff, and assured her they would try to make
+it pleasant for her, so she would forget the tragedies of her native
+land.
+
+She became a noted figure when led along the paths in the park. No one
+could look at her without their minds reverting to that terrible war
+and those helpless princesses of Russia, and the brave women who took
+up arms against their enemies during the reign of terror.
+
+The story Princess told was one she had heard in England. When she was
+a puppy, she was taken by an English sailor, who was returning home
+from the far East. At the kennel where she was finally left, she looked
+more like a young sheep than a dog. With her long legs, long tail, long
+head, small ears, and soft, silky coat, she was entirely unlike such
+dogs as Pixie or Ruby.
+
+At the English kennels, which belonged to some of the nobility, she
+was well cared for. They were reluctant to part with her, but being in
+straitened circumstances since the war, they needed all the money they
+could get. So, when her present owners were traveling in that country
+and offered a good price for her, she was allowed to come to America.
+That was how it came about that she now was telling her story to a
+group of American dogs.
+
+In discussing the merits of the wolfhounds to prospective buyers, the
+keeper of the kennels would tell that Princess was related to the
+beautiful Russian hounds belonging to the Czar. Often, he would say,
+before the war, the lovely princesses were seen leading these graceful
+white creatures through the park around the royal palace at Petrograd.
+When the royal family was destroyed, these dogs were scattered to
+the four corners of the earth, as they were sold or carried off by
+marauding armies. The Princess was fortunate in falling into the hands
+of the English, who are great lovers of dogs. She could never think
+of her ancestors, and of how fond they must have been of those sweet
+princesses, without deep emotion; but, as there were no princesses in
+this country, she would try to forget.
+
+
+
+
+THE MILKMAN’S DOG DAN
+
+
+The milkman’s dog Dan was half and half, shepherd and collie, his
+father being a full-blood shepherd, and his beautiful mother, whom he
+did not remember, being Scotch collie. Shep, his father, lived all his
+life--and he attained a ripe old age--on the place where he was born
+and raised.
+
+Dan loved the dairy farm. The fresh, foaming milk that remained in
+the straining pails was always his, and the cats had all they could
+drink of it. Also there were lots of rats and rabbits to chase. In
+fact, it was an ideal place for a dog of his tastes to live. He knew
+all the cows by name. It was necessary only to tell him to bring up
+the cows--“all but Bess and Jane,” and he would do it. Starting the
+herd ahead, he would get in front of those two young heifers, and,
+separating them from the rest, chase them back to the woods pasture
+again.
+
+The trip into town to deliver the milk--how much fun he got out of
+that! It was no hardship to be aroused from his comfortable, warm bed
+in the straw, and to have the driver say, “Come on, old boy, we are
+ready to start.”
+
+Dan would stretch himself, yawn, and indicate by this that he, too, was
+ready. He would sit beside the driver, and off they would go through
+the early dawn and the frosty air.
+
+Dan was always pleased when they delivered milk to houses where there
+were little children, and at the hospitals where the patients were
+waiting to have it for their breakfasts. At one house the driver would
+leave a double portion, because there were twin boys there. Dan hoped
+that some day he would get to see these little boys. Then one day
+something happened that they were delayed. It was later than usual
+when they were returning home, and, as they were passing by the house
+where the twins lived, Dan had his wish, for there they were, sitting
+on the lawn. Each had a bottle of milk, and they were drinking away as
+contentedly as could be.
+
+How happy Dan was to think he had helped in this way to furnish food
+for those adorable twins!
+
+They drove on down the street and passed the children’s hospital.
+There, out in the sun, he caught a glimpse of wheeled chairs with
+children in them. On stands beside many of them were glasses of milk,
+perhaps from Dan’s dairy. (At least he felt a proprietary interest in
+it.) Also at the school-lunch counters, he saw the children drinking
+milk. Then he got to thinking, what if he did have to work rather hard
+bringing up the cows and helping around the barn, wasn’t it worth
+while? What would become of all these children if he didn’t work?
+
+The other dogs hoped he would keep on at his present occupation, as
+most of them liked milk themselves. Especially were Pixie and Petite
+anxious that there should always be milk for making the good things of
+which they were fond.
+
+Few of them had ever seen the milkman’s dog before, as he made his
+trips before it was their hour for rising. They were eager for him to
+tell more about himself and his family, so he promised to tell the
+story of his grandfather, Sandy, who had been a useful and faithful
+member of dogdom.
+
+In the days of horse-drawn vehicles, some dogs had a foolish habit of
+running in front of every horse they saw coming, and barking at their
+heels. Of course, none of the dogs in this group knew anything about
+this bad habit. It was before their day. Now, Sandy despised this
+ill-mannered action, and would stop it every time he had a chance. The
+young dogs on the place where he lived wouldn’t have dared to do it. He
+had them trained. But some other dogs were not so well raised. Sitting
+at the corner where two roads crossed, he would watch, and, whenever a
+dog would start barking at a horse, he would go after the dog and give
+him what he deserved.
+
+
+
+
+THE WHIPPETS
+
+
+One evening, while the story-telling class was in session, there came
+into the park two men and two dogs. All looked tired and dusty, as if
+they had come a long way afoot.
+
+The men threw themselves down on the grass to rest. The dogs, who were
+different from the usual park types, were lean and graceful, clean-cut
+racers. They were whippets, or, as some call them, “snap dogs.”
+
+They were indeed tired and had come a long distance to rest. After
+taking a drink from the fountain, they too stretched out beside the
+men to take a nap. But, being unable to sleep after the thrilling
+experiences of the day, they started up and began investigating the
+park and the people in it. First they visited the different groups and
+watched the children at play. Then they wandered over to the corner
+where the dog’s court was in session.
+
+The whippets had just come from a country fair, which was being held
+in an adjoining county. There, besides the horse races and automobile
+races, one of the attractions was a whippet race, in which they had
+taken part.
+
+They approached the court corner, and stood at a respectful distance
+until Ruby was through with a story she was telling about two little
+Skyes. During the applause, the whippets drew nearer. In making
+observations as to the size of the dogs assembled there, they noticed
+that the Judge was a much larger dog than they were. Also there were
+others there that would be more than a match for them should any
+unpleasantness arise. They, however, could get away from the others,
+with no danger of being overtaken, so swiftly could they run.
+
+As the Judge exhibited only the friendliest feelings toward them in his
+welcome, they joined the circle. This, thought the Judge, is to be a
+test of the sincerity of the desire of the dogs in the class “to live
+and let live,” and he was much pleased with their behavior. The good
+seed he was trying to sow was taking root, and they were losing some of
+their selfishness.
+
+The story which Ruby had just finished was about two little Skyes, one
+of whom was vain and jealous; so, if Ruby could realize how wrong it
+was to permit such feelings to exist in one’s nature, it was a good
+indication that the Judge’s plan was a good one, and they would all be
+better dogs for it.
+
+The dogs all agreed to have the whippets with them during their stay
+in the park. The Princess recognized in them distant cousins. She too
+could do some sprinting when occasion called for it.
+
+The whippets, looking the crowd over, and scenting nothing to eat at
+this picnic, concluded, if these other dogs could have such a gathering
+in a park without eating, there must be something else very absorbing
+about it to hold them; so they decided to remain.
+
+When they were asked how they came to be racing dogs, one of them,
+who was less bashful than the other, told of their being trained when
+they were puppies for this very thing. They were encouraged to play
+tug-of-war--which all little pups love to do--and they were given a
+strong piece of cloth, or a rubber shoe, and they would pull and pull.
+This strengthened their muscles. Then a ball was thrown for them to run
+for, and the one who returned with it was given something to eat. Then
+two balls would be thrown and they would race after them. The one who
+had to go the farthest was rewarded. As they grew larger, they were
+taken on long hikes over the fields and country roads, where they would
+chase rabbits or any game they could scare up.
+
+Later, they began racing with horses and bicycles, farther and farther
+each time, until they could run two hundred yards, the handicap
+distance.
+
+One sorry thing about being a whippet is that these dogs never get to
+eat all they would like, as their weight must be kept down to fourteen
+pounds, or they become too heavy to run.
+
+[Illustration: “They Would Chase Rabbits or Any Game They Could Scare
+Up”]
+
+At the Fair it was advertised that the Whippet Brothers, famous racers,
+were to run and had challenged two other equally swift dogs for the
+race. A large purse was made up and the betting became lively. The
+other two whippets were not brothers, and were unused to team work,
+but, in every other respect, they were a match for the brothers, being
+of the same weight and age, and having had the same training and all.
+
+The bout was set for the morning, before the horse racing started. The
+crowd gathered around the grand stand, from where the dogs were to
+start. Each dog had been groomed and sleeked and their feathery tails
+were combed. All were clean-cut, snappy little dogs, ready for the
+start. The crowd was roped off on each side of the track. Then, one,
+two, three, the gong sounded, and they were off. Neck and neck they
+went until halfway to the goal, when one of the odd dogs crossed to
+the center of the track to get a better footing. This distracted his
+running mate for one fatal second. His partner leaving him alone on the
+off side of the road made this dog lose his grip on himself. He, too,
+tried to change his position, but in doing so, he tripped and fell
+head on. Gathering himself up, he came limping after the racing dogs.
+Of course he lost out, but he was game to the end. The other three kept
+pace, on and on, until within a foot of the goal, when the odd dog
+shot across the line, amid the cheers and shouts of the onlookers. The
+Whippet Brothers lost the race, but it made no difference to them that
+their backers had lost money on them; they had done their best and had
+played a clean game.
+
+Running back to where the lame dog was, they both licked his sore leg
+and showed their sympathy. They were much better sports than their
+masters, who grudgingly lost to the other men, and took their ill will
+out on the dogs, kicking and abusing them, and, tired as they were,
+bringing them the whole distance to this town.
+
+During the description of this race, the group of dogs became so
+excited that it was all the police dog could do to prevent a small
+riot. The dogs who had any racing instinct in them, like the Princess
+and Gyp, could scarcely make their legs behave during the narration.
+All were whining and yelping, and jumping up and down. It was useless
+to think of their quieting down again, so they were dismissed.
+
+All clamored for more from the whippets, who, traveling as they did,
+knew some very interesting stories; and they agreed, if their masters
+remained in this place long enough, and if the kind-hearted dogs really
+desired them to do so, they would tell the story of two setters and a
+mastiff they knew about.
+
+The whippets did remain over for another day, and they were on hand for
+the next session of the story-telling class. They were called on to
+tell their story first. They said it was a sad one, and they thought
+it was too bad that all dogs could not have the advantages of the good
+training these dogs were getting. Also, if they could do anything
+toward making the world better, they meant to try, always keeping their
+motto in mind.
+
+
+
+
+FIRE-FIGHTING DOGS
+
+
+JESS THE FIRE COMPANY’S DOG
+
+Jess, who was the fire company’s dog, was anxious to get as many of the
+dogs as he possibly could interested in joining the “Fire Brigade.”
+Membership in this organization was open only to dogs who were brave
+enough to risk their lives to protect life and property when these were
+endangered by fire.
+
+Jess had been the first dog to join, having become a member by adoption
+of the city “Protective League,” and a life member of the city Fire
+Department. Jess had a good record in his home town for courage, and
+this helped to establish him in this place, and at once he began
+working for the interests of the Brigade.
+
+He read to the dogs a report of some of the cases he had found among
+their fellow dogs, saying he felt encouraged that there would be no
+difficulty in enrolling a large percentage of the dogs.
+
+Only that day he had heard of another case. A big retriever was often
+left in charge of a large home when the family was absent. He was never
+confined. He always had the range of the house. On this occasion the
+folks left early, to be gone all day. Not long after their departure,
+the neighbors heard the dog barking. Looking toward the house, they
+saw smoke issuing from the roof. The alarm was turned in, and soon
+everything was out of the house.
+
+But the dog refused to leave. Returning to the gutted house, he
+stationed himself on guard until his master came home. The smoke and
+the excitement, however, were too much for him. He survived the fire,
+the falling timbers and the heat, but his lungs had become so inflamed
+from the smoke that he died.
+
+“Such heroism,” said the Fire Brigade’s chief, “gets into our blood and
+makes all of us want to do something great.”
+
+[Illustration: Bill Saves His Master]
+
+The only requirement, in order to become a member of this noble order,
+was to report some act performed in prevention of fire or loss of
+life. All of the dogs agreed to keep their eyes open for opportunities
+to do something in this line.
+
+
+BILL BECOMES A MEMBER
+
+The very next day the Boston bull had his chance. He belonged to a
+young bachelor who lived alone, with only his faithful dog, Bill, for
+company. Now Bill was a privileged character who had the run of the
+place, and, during the day, had to receive all comers. His owner was
+the best of masters, but he had one fault. He would smoke in bed,
+lighting his pipe and reading until he fell asleep. Bill never approved
+of this. He was always expecting something to happen, and himself slept
+with one eye open as long as he could. Then, one night something did
+happen. The lighted pipe fell out of the sleeping man’s mouth. Bill
+smelled smoke, and jumped up just in time to pull the burning pillow
+off the bed, thus saving his master’s life and home.
+
+Bill became a member of the Fire Brigade.
+
+
+THE FIRE BRIGADE
+
+We hear many stories of dogs being the means of saving property and
+lives in times of fire. They seem never to lose their heads, as it
+were, but generally do the most sensible thing under the circumstances.
+
+Here are some instances of heroic efforts on the part of these little
+benefactors, in recognition of which they are being enrolled in the
+Fire Brigade.
+
+Lady, a German police dog, who will be the only member of our company
+of her sex, is entitled to first place on the list. She put out a fire
+all by herself in a most heroic manner. Left alone in the house, she
+discovered a burning paper under a gasoline stove. Drawing the fire
+to her, she tore the paper to bits, pawing it until the fire was out.
+In so doing she burned her nose and paws severely. When her mistress
+returned and sat down, the dog laid her head in the lap of her mistress
+and whined most pitifully with pain. Needless to say, her injuries were
+carefully anointed and bandaged.
+
+Another member of the fire brigade won his honors by alarming the
+family when something from a shelf above fell down on the stove,
+catching fire from the lighted pilot. He was alone in the kitchen when
+it happened, and ran barking into the other part of the house, and then
+back to the kitchen, until he succeeded in getting the family to follow
+and put out the fire.
+
+
+THE TRAMP DOG
+
+And here is what was once a tramp dog, but we know he was not a tramp
+from choice. This dog did a good deed in return for a kindness shown
+him, in observance of the Golden Rule, which we should all remember.
+
+This poor dog, who was alone in the world and desperately hungry, saw a
+man come out of a butcher shop with a package of meat. Hunger had made
+his sense of smell so keen that even at a respectful distance he knew
+the stranger was a fair prospect. So the dog trotted along behind the
+man until he reached his home.
+
+The dog, being a tramp, knew his place was at the back door; so he lay
+there to wait until he should see some one come out to the garbage can,
+which soon happened. This person not only gave him the remains of the
+nice, juicy steak, but also spoke a kind word to him. Feeling that life
+was, after all, worth living, the dog decided to spend the night with
+these kindly people. During the night a fire broke out. The tramp, as
+he was called, ran to the window of the room where the man slept, and
+awakened him just in time to save his home.
+
+Needless to say, he was no longer a tramp dog.
+
+
+SMALL BUT BRAVE
+
+A lady was making a call on a neighbor next door, leaving her husband
+asleep on the bed, and her small dog to keep guard during her absence.
+She felt that all was secure. However, she had hung some stockings over
+the gas oven to dry, leaving the gas turned on. The oven became very
+hot and set fire to the stockings, and the flames spread to the window
+curtains. The dog, seeing what had happened, ran to the bed barking,
+but failed to arouse his master. Then he caught the covers in his teeth
+and pulled them off the sleeping man, who awoke just in time to save
+their home from a bad fire.
+
+
+DUKE
+
+A dog named Duke saved a large factory from being burned by giving the
+alarm to the watchman. The man and the dog had just made the rounds and
+had seen that everything was all right. Then, after the watchman had
+punched the time clock, they left that part of the factory for another.
+The dog, who was watching every move that his master made, returned
+with him to the office from where they started. There they settled down
+to take a nap, until the alarm clock would arouse them to make the next
+round.
+
+The watchman, who was a sound sleeper, was soon snoring away, but not
+so with Duke. He seemed nervous and alert to every sound. In a few
+minutes he sprang up and barked loudly, waking his master, and ran to
+the door in an excited manner. The watchman, on going outside, saw a
+bright light at one corner of the factory. Running to this spot, he saw
+two men hurriedly leaving, with the dog in pursuit.
+
+[Illustration: Duke Wins Honors]
+
+He turned in the fire alarm, and when he telephoned to the police
+headquarters, what he heard in reply was, “Men taken. Holding your
+dog for identification.” When Duke was reinstated at the factory, he
+was given a new brass-mounted collar. He was also given a pension for
+life for having performed this noble deed. This fine fellow is doubly
+welcome in the Fire Brigade.
+
+
+JESS
+
+In one of the smaller cities is a fire company that has a tawny-colored
+Irish setter named Jess, who is a great favorite with all of the men.
+Jess knows all the “ins and outs” of the fire-fighting business, and is
+as helpful as it is possible for him to be. When there is no call for
+action, he lies contentedly in the sun waiting for the summons to duty.
+
+When an alarm is sent in, Jess is the first to respond. He runs first
+to one and then to another of the men, spurring them on to action and
+haste. Then he jumps into the chief’s car and seems to love to go
+tearing through the streets, having the right of way over everything.
+The ear-splitting screech of the siren is music to him. Arriving at the
+fire, he takes a position affording the best view, and where he will
+be the least hindrance to the firemen. He takes an intense interest in
+every move that is made.
+
+Once he entered a burning building. Going in by the back door, he ran
+up the stairs in that part of the building and aroused a man who was
+asleep, thereby saving his life. It was for this that Jess became a
+life member of that fire company; he was serving without pay, just for
+the love of being useful. After a fire is put out, he rides home in
+triumph on the fire engine, wearing a fireman’s hat. Jess will be an
+honorary member of our “Fire Brigade” if everybody is willing.
+
+
+
+
+THE JUDGE’S STORY
+
+
+When the other dogs had finished with their stories, and the Judge was
+satisfied that they had done their best, he thanked them, and said he
+would now tell them some stories. First he would go back to his own
+family history, of which Bob was not able to tell a great deal, as he
+was young and not expected to take much interest in such things.
+
+“The Airedales are a very old and famous family of dogs,” proceeded
+the Judge. “The name is romantic, having originated from a river in
+Yorkshire, England, the River Aire. It is something to be proud of,
+to have a name suggested by a river; and then, to have a dale, which
+means a valley, attached to it. I close my eyes,” said the Judge, “and
+imagine I can see that beautiful green valley, with the river winding
+through it, and my ancestors living so peacefully there, enjoying a
+free and easy life, chasing rabbits and rascally badgers, with which
+the hills are infested.
+
+“It is said of the Airedales that they were good swimmers, and how they
+must have enjoyed a plunge in the River Aire on a warm day. They were
+trusty, too. Baby could be left in their care with safety. So many good
+qualities are seldom found in just one breed of dogs.
+
+“While they were not noted for their beauty, nor for the sweetness
+of their voices, their many other good traits make amends for that.
+Beauty, after all, is only skin deep, and if there are no virtues below
+the surface to give it luster, it is not even skin deep. Whatever
+beauty the Airedale dog can lay claim to, is brought out by his inborn
+cleverness. Good deeds and good behavior have resulted in making a
+really homely dog into a world-wide favorite.”
+
+While the Judge was making this modest claim for his clan, little Pixie
+hung her head and blushed with embarrassment to think that she had ever
+been ashamed to play with Bob, because of his personal appearance.
+She then and there resolved to be more courteous to both Bob and his
+father, of whom she was becoming very fond, thinking him a wise judge
+and a good counsellor for all dogs.
+
+The Judge went on to say that it was recorded that one of his ancestors
+had won the first prize at a great dog show. The people of the country
+where this happened acclaimed him “King of the ring and King of the
+country.” Because of the fine qualities of the Airedales, he added, one
+of their number once became a member of the animal family at the White
+House, and was a favorite of the President of the United States and his
+lovely wife.
+
+“Were medals to be issued to dogs for bravery in saving lives, the
+Airedale family would have many souvenirs to hand down to their
+children. A noted musician tells of his dog, Buster, having saved his
+wife’s life not only once, but five times.
+
+“The almost human instinct of this tribe was manifested when one city
+was holding its election. One of the amendments to be voted on was the
+curtailing of the liberty of all dogs. To run at large, they must be
+muzzled, or they must be leashed when on the streets. Of course, all
+dog lovers were opposed to this measure. The dogs themselves, having
+heard so much discussion on the subject, seemed to sense that something
+was going to be done which concerned them.
+
+“Such remarks as these were addressed to one Airedale, whose name was
+Jerry:
+
+“‘Jerry, old pal, they are talking of interfering with your personal
+liberty, and not allowing you the run of the town, without a string
+tied to you. Now you must not think we are going to stand for any
+nonsense such as that. We will go down to the polls, Mother and all of
+us, and we’ll put this thing over strong, and show those dog haters a
+thing or two.’
+
+“Jerry would look interested and try to wag his stiff tail, as much as
+to say he would like to do his bit to help. He had no vote, although
+there were some who had, who in his opinion were not deserving of it.
+One man he knew of hated dogs, and when he had something in him--Jerry
+did not know what--he was abusive to his dog--and also to the little
+boy who loved the dog. Yet that man was one of those who wanted all the
+dogs killed or tied up, and would vote for that cruel measure.
+
+“Jerry slept over the matter, and when morning came, bright and early,
+he was at the polls. Taking up a position under the table where the
+workers were, he lay down, to see that everything was properly carried
+through. There he stayed until it was almost certain the dogs were
+going to win, when he left, satisfied that he was no longer needed.”
+
+The Judge told the dogs they were all very fortunate to be living in
+this wonderful country, “where we are loved and well cared for, as
+there are many places where dogs are despised and mistreated, and even
+left to run wild, becoming scavengers, just because they are half
+starved. They fight and quarrel among themselves, and make the nights
+hideous with their howling. To be unloved and have no friends would be
+cause enough for howling.
+
+“Then there are the Eskimo dogs. They too have a hard life, as they
+have to draw the sledges and do the work that horses and automobiles
+perform in this country. They are harnessed together with leather
+straps made from reindeer skin. There is also a long whip, made of
+thongs of the same leather, the lash of which is chewed by the women to
+make it pliable. Then it is braided to make the handle. This is lashed
+over the dogs’ backs to make them draw harder and go faster.”
+
+“How terrible!” barked all of the dogs, shrugging their shoulders in
+pity.
+
+“Probably their masters love these dogs, but this seems a strange
+way to show it. The people of that country are dependent on these
+faithful dogs, as they are the only means of transportation. They have
+no horses, no automobiles, and no airships--nothing but their dogs,
+so their very existence depends on these brave animals. We, with our
+loving masters and mistresses, can scarcely realize how differently
+these other dogs have to live. And how much they must miss being loved
+as we are!”
+
+So much sympathy was expressed for the other kind of dog life that the
+Judge felt gratified to see that these getting-together parties the
+dogs were having were creating a good effect.
+
+Even little Ruby, who seldom thought of anyone but herself, unless it
+was to envy some one, was becoming less selfish. “Oh, the poor things!”
+she exclaimed, licking her white forepaws while she was saying it. She
+gave those paws particular attention, and the habit was so strong with
+her that, perhaps, it didn’t lessen her sincerity.
+
+The Judge told them he thought that, as not many of them ever had a
+chance to travel, he would tell them a story about one dog who was a
+great traveler, and also a very clever fellow. This dog was a setter
+and his name was Jack.
+
+
+
+
+JACK THE TRAVELER
+
+
+Mr. Wheeler’s home was broken up, for Mrs. Wheeler had passed away,
+leaving no one but her husband, as there were no children.
+
+Mr. Wheeler was alone but not lonely, for he still had Jack, his
+faithful setter; and there was a cat, but she had been Mrs. Wheeler’s
+pet.
+
+His dog Jack was a good hunting dog, and hunting was his master’s
+favorite sport. So they two, having similar tastes, were on intimate
+terms, and at all times were quite congenial.
+
+After disposing of his little shop, Mr. Wheeler decided he would follow
+the trail to California. He purchased a Ford with money from the sale
+of his small stock of merchandise; he rented his home and, leaving the
+cat with the Widow Higgins, who lived next door, was ready to pack for
+the trip. His gun was cleaned, and his camping outfit made ready. All
+necessary equipment for an extended trip was gathered up, and a supply
+of provisions laid in.
+
+How eager Jack was about all these preparations! He felt very
+important, too, having been given to understand that he was a partner
+in this enterprise.
+
+Jack, being a pointer and setter, as most hunting dogs are, would _set_
+in the evening, after the day’s work was done, with his nose pointed
+toward the setting sun, while he dreamed of the great times they would
+have when they did finally get started.
+
+The cat was on hand and wanted to go along, it seemed. But Jack saw to
+it that she was left behind. He chased her up a tree and barked good-by
+to her.
+
+Dogs of this kind, although loyal friends, are of one-track minds. In
+Jack’s mind was just one idea, and that was to be in the game with his
+master. He had no regrets at leaving the old home where he was born and
+raised. The master was all that counted. Home to him meant only to be
+able to eat out of his master’s hand and to lie at his master’s feet.
+That the dogs he was used to playing with would miss him, affected him
+not in the least.
+
+Finally, Jack was perched on the seat beside Mr. Wheeler; the gun
+was handy; they were ready to go. Giving everything a final looking
+over, they started on their trek across the intervening states to
+California--gun, dog, man and pipe, all essential to each other’s
+happiness.
+
+It was about the first of October, the most delightful time to travel.
+The days were ideal. The trees were in their most gorgeous fall
+colorings, yellows deepening into rich browns and tans, vivid scarlets
+softened to maroons; greens of every shade--one glorious riot of color.
+
+The master’s eyes took in these autumnal glories, but most of the time
+they were fixed straight ahead on the road, to make sure of good going.
+As for Jack, what did he care for nature’s color scheme? The color of a
+chipmunk or a jack rabbit meant much more to him.
+
+There were also many other things of interest to look at. Of course
+the dogs were the chief attraction. Jack had not known there were so
+many kinds. He saw big dogs and little dogs of every description; and,
+wonder of wonders, one small dog was actually being carried along the
+street in a lady’s arms! Another was all dressed up, with some kind of
+a coat on, and a brass collar. Poor things, to be so hampered!
+
+In one town, he saw a little fluffy white thing coming down the street,
+with a ribbon bow on top of its head, just like the little Higgins girl
+wore. A dog dressed up like a girl! Could anything be worse? He tried
+to pat himself on the back, so glad was he that he was just a common
+dog.
+
+School was out for the noon recess as they passed a large school
+building, and Jack was astonished at seeing so many children. He didn’t
+care particularly for children, not having been raised with them. He
+liked to romp with the little Higgins boys once in a while, when there
+was nothing more interesting, such as a hunting trip, on hand. Those
+boys were good sports, who could throw a ball just about right for him
+to see it stop, so he could get it easily and take it back to them. But
+this noisy, scrapping crowd--they might be all right, but he was glad
+there were none of them in his family.
+
+Now they were leaving the town and, driving up under some trees,
+they stopped for lunch. Eating lunch in the car with his master
+was a privilege. Not many dogs enjoyed one like it, but his was an
+exceptional master.
+
+Once more they were on their way, and there would be no more stops
+until camping time. He might as well turn around a couple of times, lie
+down, and go to sleep. After this nap, he felt refreshed and more alert
+to passing objects. So many automobiles, where were they all coming
+from, and where were those others all going? Big cars and little cars,
+of every make and description, all seemed to want to get there first.
+
+How glad Jack was that his master was in no hurry! In fact, Mr.
+Wheeler never was known to be in a hurry about anything. This jogging
+along just suited Jack, too, and gave him time to make observations
+that would be impossible if they were tearing along. In every way his
+master was a comfortable person to live with; he would always stick to
+this good master.
+
+Some of the other cars had dogs in them, and some were loaded with
+children. One fact that impressed Jack was that the larger, more
+comfortable, and apparently softer cushioned cars contained the
+smallest dogs, while the poor old flivvers, with the floppy curtains
+and wheezy engines, seemed to carry all the tired looking women and
+children. Also, if a faithful dog were brought along, he was compelled
+to ride in the most uncomfortable position on the running board,
+getting dust in his eyes and cramps in his legs.
+
+While Jack pitied these poor unfortunate fellows, he was thankful that
+such was not his fate.
+
+There was one large car that fairly dazzled his eyes with its shining,
+silver mountings. A negro was driving, and, as the car passed, Jack
+noticed that the only person in it was a very fat lady. On a silk
+pillow beside her was a mite of a dog, no larger than a skinned rat
+would be, but it was covered with a bushy coat of soft, silky hair,
+and looked like an over-grown, woolly worm. Jack was fond of teasing
+woolly worms, and that was why he thought of the comparison.
+
+They were now approaching a long stretch of open country, and getting
+further away from familiar scenes. The cornfields, with corn in shocks,
+and yellow pumpkins strewn over the ground, bordered both sides of
+the road. Jack rabbits, quail and chipmunks were scampering in all
+directions, stirring Jack to a quiver of excitement. Wouldn’t his
+master stop and take a shot at them?
+
+Then, just in front of them, sitting in the middle of the road, with
+its back to the oncoming car, he spied a fine specimen of a jack
+rabbit. Stopping the car, Mr. Wheeler cautiously took aim, and up in
+the air went the cottontail. With a bounce, Jack was there to catch it
+as it came back to earth, and he brought it to the car. Now, they would
+have fresh meat for supper, and how hungry he was!
+
+They established their camp in a byroad. While the tent was being
+pitched, Jack was as helpful as he could be, lying on the loose ends
+of the canvas to keep the wind from blowing it away; at least, that
+was his idea of it. To be sure, his master said he was in the way, but
+masters are sometimes mistaken. Everything being set, and the rabbit
+browning nicely on the little camp stove, the smell made Jack’s mouth
+water with anticipation.
+
+Then, what should drive up but a rickety old flivver, with a tired
+looking, thin lady, and a number of hungry children along with a
+cramped-up dog! They were a sorry lot from “York State,” bound for the
+“land of sunshine,” where the thin lady, who was really ill, hoped to
+regain her health. Jack was wishing they had hastened along.
+
+Mr. Wheeler, being a kind-hearted man, welcomed the newcomers. As there
+were little children, and the mother looked so ill, his ready sympathy
+was aroused and he asked them to join him at his meal; and he was glad
+that he had something nourishing to offer them, in the way of coffee
+and rabbit, with plenty of bread and gravy for the little ones. It made
+him happy to see these hungry travelers eat until they were satisfied.
+
+Jack did not enter with his master into the spirit of this benevolence.
+Instead he grew sulky, as nothing had been left for him but a few well
+picked bones. Feeling that Fate had played him an unkind trick, he
+felt revengeful, and that he must have satisfaction from some source.
+So he proceeded to take it out on the stiff-jointed dog. Going to the
+side of the car where the poor fellow was lying, Jack began sniffling
+contemptuously. All of his virtuous feelings concerning this crowd were
+gone. The other dog assumed an indifferent air, which only aggravated
+Jack more.
+
+He began snapping at his victim’s heels, and that started it; the fight
+was on, which showed there was some spunk left in the other dog, even
+if he did not look the part. Over and over they rolled, snapping and
+snarling, and biting at one another. Jack, being the larger, seemed
+to be gaining on the under dog, when the blood of his adversary, who
+was part bull, began to boil, and grasping Jack by the neck, he held on
+with a death grip. At this turn of the battle, the owners of the two
+dogs came running up. They brought with them pails of water, sticks,
+and everything at hand that could be used to separate the fighting
+canines. Each began by beating the other’s dog, protesting that if one
+must be killed, it must not be theirs.
+
+The lady brought an umbrella and helped, notwithstanding her weakened
+condition. Forcing the umbrella between her dog’s jaws, she managed to
+loosen his hold on Jack’s throat, by spreading it enough to break his
+grip. Jack then, feeling that the victory was his, retreated to have
+his wounds dressed.
+
+This little unpleasantness was a dampener on the newly formed
+friendship between Mr. Wheeler and his guests. He felt that no longer
+did he wish to continue the acquaintance of these people, so he asked
+them to move on. They refused, and so he decided to break camp.
+
+[Illustration: “The Fight Was On”]
+
+Mr. Wheeler made ready to continue on his trip. By this time the
+moon had risen, and, as there was less traffic than during the day,
+he decided he would drive on, as he would really make better time by
+doing so. He felt depressed by the circumstances that had forced an
+unpleasant ending to a perfect day; but he had learned a lesson from
+these events that would prove valuable on the rest of the journey.
+
+Jack was trying to sleep on the back seat cushion. His back was sore;
+his pride was hurt, and, if that dog on the running board had been any
+stiffer than he felt, he hoped to know it.
+
+The night driving was pleasant. The roads were smooth, and only
+occasionally Mr. Wheeler had to pull out for a passing car. Soon his
+spirits rose and, as they went on through the villages, he noticed the
+lights were cheerful. At some places there was music and dancing, and
+the ring of merry laughter filled the air.
+
+It was after midnight when our travelers drove into a sheltering clump
+of scrubby oaks to spend the rest of the night. Mr. Wheeler, rousing
+Jack from off the back seat, curled up there himself and went to sleep.
+By morning, Jack was feeling better. Being in good health, he soon
+recovered from his skirmish with the strange dog. His throat was still
+sore, and the skin was torn, but it was healing nicely, and so was his
+pride.
+
+The next night was uneventful, so they rested and were refreshed. They
+pushed on toward town for breakfast. Jack was allowed to eat on the
+back porch of the restaurant, after which he hopped into the front seat
+beside his master, ready for more observations.
+
+They were now going through the prairie country, and they saw prairie
+dogs sitting on their haunches, looking like sentinels beside their
+homes. Jack would have liked a chance at one of them, to give it a
+good shake, but his wounds would not allow him to attempt it. Two jack
+rabbits were shot. Even in this sport, he was not feeling “peppy”
+enough to take part, although by supper time he was sufficiently
+recovered to enjoy his share of the good cheer. This time he got real
+meat. The bones were left, not even buried, which showed he was not
+really himself yet.
+
+By the time the city of Denver was reached, Jack was fully recovered
+and very alert. Mr. Wheeler ran the car into a garage for repairs, and
+they started out to see the sights while waiting. As they were near
+the Capitol building, Mr. Wheeler thought he would like to go to the
+top, as all tourists do. Of course, Jack was not allowed to accompany
+him. An officer gave Jack permission to lie on the lawn and watch the
+squirrels at play.
+
+Though he did not feel quite right about going without his dog, Mr.
+Wheeler began the ascent. When he reached the topmost balcony, he
+looked down to where he had left Jack. Imagine his horror at seeing the
+dog chasing one of the squirrels up a tree and barking his lustiest
+at it. He also saw an officer running toward Jack, and then beating
+him with a club until the dog howled louder and louder. Mr. Wheeler
+descended as fast as he could, which, on account of the narrowness of
+the steps, it was hard to do; and he found that the dog catcher had
+been called to take Jack to the pound. Nothing would do but that Mr.
+Wheeler must go along and settle with the chief.
+
+Jack was loaded into a cage with a lot of other dogs. They were all
+snarling and snapping, but at heart they were very good dogs, who had
+been guilty only of some thoughtlessness, or some small fault perhaps
+that they did not know was wrong. Poor Jack!
+
+The waiting room at the chief’s office was filled with irate men and
+women who had come to claim their various pets. All were sure a great
+injustice had been done; a great mistake had been made in taking up
+_their_ dogs.
+
+Time dragged along for poor Jack. He thought he had been having trouble
+enough, since he had started on this pleasure trip, without this; and
+it all came about just because he was following a natural impulse,
+something for which he was in no way responsible. What a nuisance their
+old laws were, anyway!
+
+Finally the room cleared, and Mr. Wheeler had a chance to present his
+case, and get Jack released. How glad Jack was that his beloved master
+had been watching, and was able to go with him and help him out of his
+predicament!
+
+The next problem was how to get to the car, as the pound was in the
+outskirts of the city, and Jack would not be permitted to ride on the
+street car. Also it was much too far to walk. Something must be done
+quickly, for it was getting late. Beside the dog pound was a settlement
+of a certain class of merchants of the street, venders of old clothes,
+rags and old iron, necessary commodities of a sort, and there the
+horse-drawn vehicle was the mode of transportation.
+
+While Mr. Wheeler was debating in his mind what to do, along came one
+of these merchants driving a half-starved horse. Noticing the look of
+perplexity on Mr. Wheeler’s face, he inquired, “What’s the trouble,
+Boss?” Then a bright idea entered Mr. Wheeler’s head. He told the
+man of his desire to get to another part of the city, but that he
+had no way to do so, and he wondered if it would be possible for the
+merchant to take them. The merchant, having had a rather bad day in his
+business, consented, thinking that here would be a way to make accounts
+balance. They did some quibbling over the charges, which Mr. Wheeler
+thought very “steep,” for he was asked to pay two fares for both of
+them. As he could not very well help himself, he agreed to the price,
+and they started. Thus they returned to their lodging.
+
+Next morning, after both had enjoyed a good breakfast, they set out on
+the last lap of their journey. Following the old Santa Fe trail, they
+found the country they were passing through very interesting. Jack kept
+his eyes open and his ears pricked up.
+
+He was attracted by the Indian Villages, where dogs were numerous and
+all seemed to be living happy-go-lucky lives. Really they looked too
+lazy to come in out of the rain, if it ever should rain, which it
+didn’t; therefore they were deprived of even this exercise.
+
+For a long stretch nothing much occurred to interest them.
+
+By noon they were nearing another town, a Mexican settlement. More lazy
+dogs were seen lying under any shelter that afforded shade from the
+blistering sun. Jack wondered what these dogs lived on. They looked
+well fed, for Mexican dogs, that never get fat. Seeing strings of
+something red hanging on fences and from nails driven into the houses,
+he wondered if it was meat. If so, where did they get it? If only his
+master would stop long enough, he would have liked to sample some of
+this drying beef. But Mr. Wheeler was getting very tired, having all
+the driving to do, and was anxious to get to his journey’s end. He
+would welcome the sight of the green pepper trees he had heard so much
+about. He was planning on stopping for a long rest at the first tourist
+camp they came to, and so he did as little stopping on the way as
+possible.
+
+At last our travelers reached the land of sunshine and flowers. They
+were tired and travel-stained, but glad to be at their journey’s end.
+Their first night at the camp was a new experience. It seemed like a
+neighborhood meeting of some sort, all were so friendly and willing to
+tell of their experiences. Almost every one Mr. Wheeler met had either
+been through the town of Woodville, Iowa, or knew some one from there,
+or some one who had passed through there, so he felt quite at home
+among them.
+
+Many had brought their dogs along, but Jack, after his experience with
+the strange dog during their trip, was more cautious about making
+advances. He had learned that the best policy was “to live and let
+live,” and so he got along very well with these dogs.
+
+After getting rested and learning where was the best place for them to
+locate, man and dog moved into a pleasant suburb of one of the larger
+towns, taking rooms with a friendly widow, who was fond of dogs but
+cared very little for cats, which was agreeable to Jack. Now, he would
+get plenty of good things to eat and lots of attention. Although Jack
+was strictly a man’s dog, the arrangement suited him very well indeed.
+
+One of the first things his master had to do was to buy a license for
+Jack. The dog must wear a collar with a number on the back, or some day
+the dog catcher would get him again. Jack was not very proud of his new
+collar, but, since collars were being worn, he must conform and get
+used to being a city dog.
+
+Jack and the landlady, whose name was Mrs. Weir, became quite good
+friends, though he refused to be trained to any new habits. His old
+ones were good enough for him.
+
+Mr. Wheeler, having good prospects of going into business, concluded
+to return to Woodville, sell his home, and locate permanently in
+California. Therefore he made preparations for the return trip and was
+soon ready to start. Jack, of course, was disappointed at not being
+included in the arrangement. He was left with Mrs. Weir, who was to
+give him every needed attention. He was tied up till Mr. Wheeler was
+well on his way, and did some lusty howling, which he kept up until
+the neighbors protested, and he was given his liberty.
+
+No sooner was he loose than he took up the trail in pursuit of his
+beloved master. However, as Mr. Wheeler had several days’ start, it
+was impossible, even if he had made no stops, for Jack to overtake
+him. Jack did stop many times. He got very tired and hungry, having to
+depend on his own efforts for food. Most of his nights were spent in
+prowling around, hunting for a possible loosely covered garbage can, to
+get a meal. When he was out in the open spaces, he would catch any wild
+game he could. This all caused delays, so that, by the time he reached
+his old home town, his master was well on his way back.
+
+Jack was very glad to see all the Higgins family, even the cat, and
+never once during his stay did he chase her up the tree, nor in any
+way annoy her. He had seen much of the world since last they met, and
+travel had broadened and made him more considerate of others, as a well
+mannered dog should be.
+
+He was not satisfied--the place wasn’t the same--and he missed his
+master. So in a few weeks he was missing. Then, some months later,
+Mrs. Higgins received a letter from Mr. Wheeler saying that Jack had
+returned to California. Though very thin in body, he seemed none the
+worse for his adventures.
+
+All the dogs thought this was a very fine story, and begged the Judge
+to tell them some more. So, at the next session, he told them a couple
+of brief narratives, one about a puppy and young turkey, and another
+about a blind man’s dog.
+
+
+
+
+TOM AND DANIEL
+
+
+“Many of you dogs who have never lived on a ranch or a farm, may not
+know that a dog and a tom turkey can be just as unfriendly as a dog and
+a cat,” said the Judge, as he thought of a story which illustrated this
+point.
+
+“There seems to be a sort of jealousy between them, which manifests
+itself at a very early age, and develops into bitter hatred as they
+grow older. This was the case with Tom and the collie I am telling you
+of.
+
+“The puppy and the turkey came into the world at about the same time,
+and the little lady who owned them divided her attention between them.
+Young turkeys are delicate little creatures and require the greatest
+care to get them started. The puppy was usually at the heels of his
+mistress when she fed the turkeys, but, instead of pretending to help,
+as he did with the little chickens, he would bark and snap at them,
+frightening them.
+
+“In the flock there was one young Tom who early showed a disposition
+to defend himself, and his puppyship got many a peck on the nose. Thus
+began the trouble which led to war, and many a battle royal was fought
+between them, but there was never any bloodshed.
+
+“Their maneuvering took place around the woodpile back of the house.
+The turkey would be strutting in all the glory of his brilliant plumage
+and war paint, arrogant and ready to battle any intruder. Along would
+come Daniel. With a war whoop of a gobble, Tom would start after the
+dog, and round and round the woodpile they would go, with Daniel just
+a few steps ahead of his pursuer, until, tired out, he would hop on to
+the woodpile and bark insultingly at his enemy. The turkey would puff
+up his feathers, drop his wings, spread out his tail, and look as if he
+were bursting with rage.
+
+[Illustration: A Battle Between the Two Warriors]
+
+“When he could stand it no longer, Tom would fly at Daniel, who knew
+the tactics of the bird, and would dodge to one side, so that his
+majesty would land on the other side. This was just what Daniel had in
+mind when he mounted the fort; and now it was his chance to be the
+pursuer instead of the pursued. Again around and around they would go,
+until both were almost exhausted.
+
+“The lady decided to sell the young gobbler, and he was taken several
+miles to a new home, and Daniel was left to his possessions.
+
+“One day, several months after Tom’s departure, the lady had occasion
+to go to the place where the gobbler was sold. She took the dog with
+her and left him in the car while she did her errand.
+
+“Returning to the car, she found Daniel gone. Then she heard a familiar
+bark, answered by a warlike gobble, and she saw that a battle was on
+between the two warriors, as of old. Instead of the woodpile, a small
+building was their fortress this time. Not only a dog never forgets,
+but a turkey gobbler seems to be neither a forgiver nor a forgetter.
+
+“That is all of that story,” the Judge told his audience, “and next
+time I am going to tell you about a blind man’s dog.”
+
+
+
+
+THE BLIND MAN’S DOG
+
+
+At his post on the corner, not far from the park entrance, was another
+little dog, whose occupation would not permit of his attending these
+gatherings, if he had been invited, which he was not.
+
+As the park dogs went by, either led by their attendants or chasing one
+another, as some were never free to do, this dog, from his place by
+the side of his master, would look in wonder at them. Where were they
+going, and what would they do when they arrived? How strange they all
+looked! He was anxious to know if he resembled any of them. He looked
+over as much of his body as he could see without turning a backward
+somersault.
+
+He had four legs, as they had, and his coat, which was white where it
+was not black, and black where it was not white, was smooth and sleek.
+But his tail--there was the difference. None of them had his kind of
+a tail. Some of theirs were bushy, others were short and stiff. He
+wondered how they could ever express their feelings with such tails.
+One little pom had her tail curled up over her back like a doughnut.
+No, his tail evidently was not in the prevailing fashion, as none of
+the park dogs were wearing his kind. Not beautiful, but how useful was
+this straight, tapering tail of his! How easily he could express his
+every mood with it!
+
+If he were happy, how fast he could wag that willing little tail.
+Should any one be harsh or unkind to him, down would go that same
+little indicator. So, if his tail were not in the popular style for the
+season, it answered his purposes, as a gauge for his feelings, which
+was more important.
+
+His ears were small and stuck up on the top of his little head like
+sentinels, sensitive, alert, always pricked up to hear every sound that
+came through the air. Then those piercing black eyes--they were his
+chief asset. There was special use for them, and it was important that
+they have sharp vision, as he must be “eyes for the blind.”
+
+His beloved master looked to him for protection, as he moved about from
+one place to another; and the dog had to pilot him to his place of
+business, where his firm sold papers. The firm consisted of himself,
+Tony, his partner, and the dog, Job, so named on account of his
+characteristic patience.
+
+Man and dog were inseparable. They had lived together ever since Job
+was small enough to go into the blind man’s pocket. At that time, Peg,
+Job’s mother, was the pilot, and she had trained her son for the work
+when she should grow too old and feeble to do it.
+
+Every evening they would start out from the small cottage, where
+they lived with the blind man’s dear old mother. Job would lead on
+cautiously to the corner. Here they would stop, waiting for the signal
+to cross. Then Job would lead carefully to the middle of the street,
+watching the lights, and over to the high curb on the other side. This
+he would mount, turn around and pull on the leash, so his master would
+know that the other side of the street was reached, when he could
+measure the height with his cane, as he must step up. On the dog would
+lead, through the crowd to the soap box on the corner, where his master
+would open up his business for the night.
+
+[Illustration: Job Was “Eyes for the Blind”]
+
+Tony would be there already with his supply of papers. Each of the
+partners had his own kind to sell. Soon the blind man would call,
+“Morning Times--all the latest morning news!” although it was really
+early evening. This call would be heard along the street with
+Tony’s clear soprano cutting the air with “Extray--Extray--Evening
+Herald--Evening News--read the latest, all about the game!” Meanwhile
+Job, the personification of patience, would take his position near his
+master, to watch for any stray pennies that might drop from the hands
+of his master when a purchase was made.
+
+Tony kept an eye on the blind man’s business to see that no one took
+advantage of him. This did not often happen, however, for those
+wonderfully sensitive nerves in the blind man’s fingers had become very
+acute, and the sense of touch was keen to the value of the coin that
+was given into his hands. He was not easily fooled. Seldom was Tony
+called on for anything except to get more change.
+
+The blind man was a youngish looking man, not unpleasing to look at. He
+was clean, of fair skin, and had all the marks of having been injured
+while helping to make his country a safe place to live in, which was
+indeed the fact.
+
+In Tony and Job he had two faithful allies, the former having no claim
+to such a relationship, other than a fellow feeling of helplessness
+that Tony was experiencing when they first met, which had been entirely
+overcome through this partnership. It had helped Tony to forget himself
+in helping one more unfortunate than himself.
+
+Tony didn’t belong to any one in particular. Now, since he had adopted
+Job and his blind master, he felt he had something to live for, and he
+ceased to feel the need of _belonging_. He told the blind man when he
+first met him that his father was dead, and his mother had married a
+man with a houseful of children. Tony had been told to get out, and to
+make his own way.
+
+Small and under-nourished, the lad went forth, his first stop being the
+corner where the blind man was being harassed by a gang of newsboys,
+who were trying to drown his feeble voice, and loudly hawking their
+papers. The confusion and noise were great. Tony came upon the scene
+just in time to help his present-day friend out, by going to his side
+and beginning to sing.
+
+It was no classical song that he sang, but it had its effect. As “Yes,
+we have no bananas to-day,” rang out sweet and clear amid the hubbub,
+everyone passing took notice of the situation; and Tony could sing!
+
+Among those whose attention was attracted was the owner of the building
+in front of whose premises this all occurred. Driving off the hawkers,
+so as to give the blind man a chance, he permitted Tony to help him,
+and in this way the partnership was formed.
+
+Tony slept at police headquarters that night. The next day at school
+arrangements were made for him to live at a boys’ refuge home, with
+the privilege of selling papers in the evening with the blind man and
+Job as partners. Now that Tony was not always hungry, his voice was
+growing stronger. Calling “Extray” had helped to develop his vocal
+cords.
+
+At school he could be depended upon to lead the choruses. His clear,
+sweet notes, as they sang “Star Spangled Banner,” could be heard above
+the rest of the singing. One day the choir master from one of the
+churches came to hear them, with the idea of finding some material for
+a boys’ vested choir for his fashionable church.
+
+After hearing the children sing, he asked that Tony be allowed to sing
+alone. This the little Italian boy was proud to do, and he sang so
+sweetly that the choir master engaged him, and asked him to meet with
+the choir for practice on Saturday afternoon.
+
+This was the beginning of better things for little Tony. The boys’
+choir was to make its first appearance on Easter morning, and Tony was
+to be the soloist.
+
+The blind man and Job had heard about it several times, for Tony was
+full of the subject, so full that he bubbled over. He would start out
+with “Evening News,” and trail off up into high C, ending in “All love
+excelling,” before he came down to earth again.
+
+His partner, too, was fond of music. His beloved Violin was his only
+solace. The sad appealing notes that he was able to produce on that
+old instrument went straight to one’s heart. Then there was Job. Maybe
+he didn’t love music, but he would stand before his master, listening
+intently, ears pricked to sharpest aspect, body tense, and tail
+oscillating with measured beat to the rhythm, and when the tension grew
+too strong, a dismal howl would relieve his pent-up feelings.
+
+The practicing had been going on for several Saturday afternoons. The
+next Sunday was Easter. The blind man was not in the habit of going to
+church, although his dear old mother was a regular attendant, but there
+was an inducement to go this Easter morning that he had never felt
+before. Tony was to sing in the choir. He would go just for that.
+
+The church was beautifully decorated for the occasion. The choir
+boys in their vestments marched to their places, singing a stately
+processional. Proud mothers filled the pews, each looking with adoring
+eyes at her own beloved boy. Tony had no one to care. All were
+strangers to him, so he thought, as he looked over the throng. Then
+away to one side, in a pew alone, he saw something that made him happy,
+for there were his partners, Job and his master.
+
+Job paid little or no attention to anything that was being done or
+said. The choir had sung one song. Other things had been done, but
+nothing that a dog cared about. Then the organ played the prelude,
+and a voice, full of sweetness and charm, started out with, “Love
+Divine, all love excelling.” This aroused Job’s interest. He sat up
+and took notice; his body stiffened, his ears twitched. When everyone
+was enraptured with the little Italian’s music, in the pause after
+the solo, Job’s over-wrought feelings overcame him. One pathetic wail,
+toning off into a dismal howl, broke the sacred silence.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Judge, satisfied with this conclusion of the exercises, dismissed
+the dogs with the feeling that the lessons they had learned from this
+experience would be beneficial and lasting--that the motto he had given
+them, “To live and let live,” would influence all their lives. Bidding
+them a kind good-by, he adjourned the court.
+
+
+
+
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+<h1>PETER MAKES GOOD<br>
+<small>AND STORIES OF OTHER DOGS</small></h1>
+
+<p><i>by</i><br>
+<span class="large">GERTRUDE THOMAS</span></p>
+
+<p><i>With<br>
+Twenty Full-Page Illustrations<br>
+by</i><br>
+DOROTHY SAUNDERS</p>
+
+<p><span class="xlarge">BECKLEY-CARDY COMPANY, <span class="smcap">Publishers</span></span><br>
+<span class="large">CHICAGO</span></p>
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+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1929,</span><br>
+<span class="smcap">by</span><br>
+<span class="smcap">Beckley-Cardy Company</span><br>
+<i>All Rights Reserved</i><br>
+<br>
+<br>
+Printed in the United States of America</p>
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+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[3]</span>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2>
+
+<table>
+<tr><th colspan="2">PETER MAKES GOOD</th></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdr" colspan="2"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">A Dog Family</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">      5</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Peter’s New Home</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">      10</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Getting Acquainted</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">      18</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Peter on the Farm</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">      31</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">New Scenes</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">      38</a></td></tr>
+
+
+<tr><th colspan="2">THE TATTLERS</th></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Pixie and Bob</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">      47</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Judge Airedale</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">      61</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Petite and Bob Tell Their Stories</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_76">      76</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Police Dog Stories</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_83">      83</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Fritz, Who Knew Only German</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_90">      90</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Gyp, the Garbage Man’s Dog</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_99">      99</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Laundress’s Dog</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">      107</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Devotion of Whitey</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_115">      115</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Russian Princess</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_118">      118</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Milkman’s Dog Dan</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_121">      121</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Whippets</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_125">      125</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Fire-Fighting Dogs</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_133">      133</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Judge’s Story</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_144">      144</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Jack the Traveler</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_151">      151</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Tom and Daniel</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_173">      173</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Blind Man’s Dog</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_177">      177</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">LIST OF FULL PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS</h2>
+
+<table>
+<tr><td class="tdr" colspan="2"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Peter Learns a Lesson</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">      7</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Peter Sees Fluff for the First Time</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">      15</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Fluff and the Three Aristocrats</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24">      24</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Peter Tries to Put Out a Fire</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">      29</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Peter Helps Bring the Cattle from the Pasture</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">      33</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Pixie and Bob</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">      46</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>“Judge Was Always Being Called Upon to Decide”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">      59</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Petite and Princess</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">      65</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Gyp and the Dachshunds</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68">      68</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>The Comical Young Airedale Terrier</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79">      79</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Fritz Supplied the Wood for the Fire</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_92">      92</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Ted Performed Many Stunts to Entertain the Sailors</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_95">      95</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Simon Peter and Buff</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_111">      111</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Whitey and Her Mistress</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_114">      114</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>“They Would Chase Rabbits or Any Game They Could Scare Up”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_129">      129</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Bill Saves His Master</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_135">      135</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Duke Wins Honors</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_141">      141</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>“The Fight Was On”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_161">      161</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>A Battle Between the Two Warriors</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_175">      175</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Job Was “Eyes for the Blind”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_180">      180</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">PETER MAKES GOOD</h2>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">A DOG FAMILY</h3>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>The Coleman family were in possession of a
+roly-poly, fuzzy, brown-and-white pup named
+Peter, called Pete for short. Peter was a combination
+of several breeds of dogs. He had good
+and bad relations on both sides of the house,
+but his nearest kin, which were, of course, his
+father, Shep, and his Scotch collie mother, Susie,
+were very worthy dogs. They were not quarrelsome
+nor dishonest, lived peaceably with the
+house cat, and never tortured a rabbit before
+they killed it. Indeed, in all dogdom Susie
+and Shep were considered honorable citizens.</p>
+
+<p>It was on account of this excellent record of
+the parent dogs that these good people were
+wanting ones of their likely offspring. They felt
+sure that a member of a family so worthy
+would grow up to be a useful dog.</p>
+
+<p>Susie had tried to train Pete to be polite,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span>and to observe the Golden Rule in his conduct
+toward cats and other animals less fortunate
+than himself. His father had given him a cuff
+on the side of the head when he found him running
+off with Betty’s shoe, and told him that
+“dogs who wished to grow up into leading
+citizens in dogdom didn’t steal young ladies’
+shoes and chew the toes off them.” Then he
+made Pete take the shoe to his mistress, lay it
+at her feet, and wag his tail in apology.</p>
+
+<p>In this way, these parents tried to instill
+into their son all the good principles they could
+before he should go out into the wide, wide
+world. In Pete’s case, this meant being taken
+in a basket to his new home at Coleman’s.</p>
+
+<p>Pete’s parting with his home folks was pathetic.
+All that week he was favored above his
+brothers and sisters. The day before his departure,
+his father, Shep, took him slyly aside
+and whispered in his ear, “Follow me, but do
+not let even your mother know about it.”</p>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span></p>
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_007.jpg" width="450" height="610" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Peter Learns a Lesson</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span>So Pete watched his chance and, when Susie
+was taking her afternoon nap and others
+were playing tag, he sniffed about until he took
+up the trail to the garden. There he saw his
+dad digging in the ground. Finally Shep unearthed
+a well seasoned bone. What a treat
+Pete was to have, in being allowed to dine with
+his father off one end of that juicy, earth-flavored
+bone! There was no criticism of his table manners.
+What if he did fill his mouth too full
+and make a noise when he ate? Nothing was
+said about it, which was unusual, for his dad
+was a stickler for correct eating. Another
+time Pete would have been sent away from the
+feast, had he been greedy and asked for a
+third helping, but to-day, how different! For
+once he was allowed to put both paws on that
+sweet bone and to gnaw and gnaw, while his
+dad stood off smiling approval.</p>
+
+<p>Peter wished there was no wide world to go
+out into. Why, he was just beginning to get
+along well at home. His brothers and sisters
+envied him, and what satisfaction he got out
+of having them all jealous of him—so nearly
+human was this little piece of dog flesh. The
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span>other pups’ eyes fairly bulged and turned green
+when they saw Susie tucking him tenderly in,
+the night before he was to leave his home.</p>
+
+<p>How fondly she licked him, paying particular
+attention to his ears, to make sure they
+were clean. Now these very ears were always
+a source of dispute at other times. Many a
+cuffing Pete had received when they would not
+bear inspection. But to-night how gentle was
+her touch, what pathos in her whine, as she
+bade him good night! Susie was going through
+a crisis, such as comes to every mother when
+her family circle is broken, and one of her beloved
+ones goes out from the home nest. She
+wanted him to be an honor to her and his father.
+Would he?</p>
+
+<p>We shall see.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">PETER’S NEW HOME</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>The next day Peter was transported to his
+new home. So great was the excitement over
+making the change, that many things Susie
+had intended to say to him in the way of
+good advice were forgotten. With a great
+lump in her throat, which mothers are apt
+to have on such occasions, she bade him good-by
+forever.</p>
+
+<p>After the thrill of his first ride in an automobile,
+Pete arrived at his new home, where
+he was greeted by his new master and mistress.
+They were a pair of chubby youngsters
+of four and five years, who looked enough alike
+to be twins. There being only one year’s difference
+in their ages accounted for this.</p>
+
+<p>Their names were Mabel and Ralph. Both
+had brown eyes, and their hair was almost the
+color of Peter’s coat. They were delighted to
+see Peter, with his brown eyes and his coat of
+brown and tan, so soft and fuzzy. They
+laughed at his funny little tail. And his silken
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span>ears—as the little girl rubbed one of them
+against her cheek, Peter gave a sigh of relief
+because they were clean.</p>
+
+<p>This episode of the ears reminded him of
+home and his mother, just as other sons who
+have left home for the first time have had their
+memories of their mothers jogged. Peter gulped
+down the lump that came into his little throat;
+he must be brave. That was one of the things
+Shep had emphasized in his advice. He had
+said, “Bravery is the greatest asset for a dog.”</p>
+
+<p>After each of the children had had a good
+“snuggle” at him, he was given his dinner on
+a beautiful blue plate, all his own. This was
+nice, but in all his life he had never before eaten
+alone. How <i>could</i> he eat, with no one to push
+and crowd him, and no dad to tell him when
+he had had enough? When he took a mouthful
+of really good bread and gravy, it almost
+choked him. Then, those wide-eyed youngsters
+were watching every bite he ate, making him
+feel so self-conscious that he simply could not
+remember his table manners. He put his paws
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span>on his plate, and made a noise chewing his food.
+At home, every scrap was eaten, and the plate
+cleaned in a tidy way, ready for the next meal.
+His orderly mother would have been ashamed
+of him, if she could have seen the mess he was
+making of this, his first meal in his new home.</p>
+
+<p>A survey of the premises was next in order.
+He was shown his bedroom, which was a box on
+the back porch. It was large enough for him
+to stretch out in and be very comfortable. It
+looked about right, but it lacked the “homey”
+odor of his former bed. It was too fresh and
+clean.</p>
+
+<p>Then Pete had his first touch of homesickness.
+These youngsters were all right, as youngsters
+go, but they were not to be compared
+for company to a family of rollicking puppies.
+What did they know about a game of tug-of-war
+with an old sock, or of ball with a lump of
+coal, and other delightful dog games? With
+a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders, he went
+on with his investigations.</p>
+
+<p>Out on the window sill, where the sun shone
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span>warmly, was something that attracted his attention.
+Going closer to see more clearly, he
+observed a creature which was something new
+to him. It seemed to be a bundle of fuzzy fur,
+with a head at one end, and something at the
+other end that looked a little like the feather
+duster the puppies used to play with at home.</p>
+
+<p>The head was loose, too, for now it was
+turning. It opened two eyes, and then a mouth,
+and yawned. All at once, something happened.
+Down the creature pounced, right on Pete’s
+back. He was still uncertain what it was, until
+it began to spit and snarl. As all cats snarl
+and spit about alike, Pete knew it must be
+some kind of a cat, but how different from the
+cats which he had known. All his former cat
+acquaintances had worn sleek coats with spots
+or striped, and they had had long, slim tails,
+or no tails at all. A Manx cat he had known
+had no tail.</p>
+
+<p>Fluff, for that was the cat’s name, was as
+much astonished as Peter was, at what she was
+encountering. This was something unlike anything
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span>she had ever seen before. Something told
+her it was akin to her old enemy, the dog, but
+how harmless this one seemed! Nothing but
+the wag of his ridiculous little tail was at all
+doglike.</p>
+
+<p>They surveyed each other for a while. Then
+Peter remembered his mother’s advice about
+following the Golden Rule with cats, especially
+when the cat had the advantage, as was the
+situation now. Turning, he ran back to his
+bedroom for a nap, as so much excitement had
+wearied him.</p>
+
+<p>Hopping into his box, he turned around twice
+before he lay down. Soon he was asleep. When
+he awoke, it was dark. Where was he? Nosing
+around, he could find no bedfellow, nothing
+that was familiar, and then he realized how
+homesick he was. He wanted his mother
+and he began to cry.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_015.jpg" width="450" height="610" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Peter Sees Fluff for the First Time</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span>Upstairs somewhere, awake in a snug, warm
+bed, lay a little boy. He heard that pitiful cry,
+and felt his own little heart ache with pity for
+the baby dog. He listened for a while. Then,
+unable to stand it any longer, he slipped out of
+bed. Tiptoeing his way, so that no one would
+hear him, the boy went out on the cold back
+porch to the puppy. Taking Pete under his
+warm bathrobe, he slipped as quietly back to
+bed. The puppy was “snuggled” in Ralph’s
+arms, and soon dog and boy were fast asleep.
+Thus a bond of affection was established between
+these two that proved lasting and true,
+as we shall see.</p>
+
+<p>The better acquainted Peter got with his
+new friends, the better he liked them, especially
+the boy and the girl. With the latter, however,
+he felt as if he were not in full favor. She seemed
+to prefer petting that presumptuous, fluffy cat,
+rather than him. He was not quite sure, but he
+thought he overheard some such conversation
+as this between them:</p>
+
+<p>“Fluffy, you must be nice to our new puppy.
+You know he is <i>only</i> a little doggie.”</p>
+
+<p>There was considerable emphasis laid on the
+“only.” For some reason which Pete did not
+stop to analyze, he determined he would show
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span>this pair, the girl and the cat, a few things, when
+he ceased to be “only a <i>little</i> doggie,” and became
+a real dog.</p>
+
+<p>Life at this new home was very pleasant for
+Pete. The little boy and he had so much fun,
+that he soon forget the home he had left. He
+never knew how his mother missed him, for,
+although more puppies came to bless and cheer
+her heart, still she could never forget Pete.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">GETTING ACQUAINTED</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>The Coleman children went to school every
+day. The maid went with them across the street,
+and called for them when they were to return.
+This left Pete and the cat at home together.
+They were not getting on very well. Fluff
+was haughty and disdainful, and she was entirely
+too free with her claws, which Pete soon learned
+she hid from sight in those soft, insinuating
+paws of hers.</p>
+
+<p>After a while Peter became more and more
+venturesome. Peering through the back fence to
+see what was going on across the way, he saw the
+home of the aristocratic Boston bull that Fluff
+feared. Pete would stand with his nose through
+the fence, watching and learning just how a
+grown-up dog did act, and he wondered if he
+would ever grow up to do those wonderful things.</p>
+
+<p>One day he saw that majestic creature catching
+flies. Sitting in front of his kennel, the
+Boston bull would wait until a fly would light
+on his nose. Then, after giving his head a shake
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span>to shoo it off, he would snap it up. This was
+interesting to Pete. He decided to try it.</p>
+
+<p>He went off and lay down. He waited a
+while, pretending to be asleep, but keeping one
+eye open. At last he heard a buzzing sound.
+Some kind of flying creature was near. It was
+aiming for a seat on his nose. Now, a shake,
+a snap—he had it! How thrilling! He would
+try it again, but it would not be necessary to
+keep even one eye open. He closed both.
+Buzz-z-z-z! Another fly was coming. Still as
+a mouse Pete lay waiting. Then all at once
+Pete let out a piercing yelp. The fly had proven
+to be a bee. Pete was stung! After the first
+shock was over, he thought of something else
+his father had told him. He had said always
+to keep one eye on every venture. Pete resolved
+not to get stung again.</p>
+
+<p>The days sometimes seemed very long to Pete.
+The cat couldn’t or wouldn’t play. She liked
+sunning herself in a lazy fashion on the window
+sill. He must find some other means of diversion.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span>When the laundress was hanging up the
+clothes to dry, he would help by taking the
+clothespins in his mouth and handing them
+to her. Sometimes some hidden trait in his
+make-up prompted him to take toll of the
+clothespins when the laundress was not looking.
+No doubt this was an echo from some
+of those inferior relations on one or the other
+side of his ancestral house. Still, it was a
+natural tendency, as all dogs like to chew clothespins.
+It sharpens their teeth.</p>
+
+<p>Pete was getting braver and braver every day,
+and was learning more and more about his
+new home. By keeping his eyes open and watching
+the behavior of other dogs, he was developing
+into an intelligent pup. He and Ralph
+were real pals, and what the dog was not able
+to find out for himself, the boy would teach
+him, and Pete’s devotion to his teacher was
+marvelous.</p>
+
+<p>When the children started for school, Pete
+would follow at their heels until the curb was
+reached. In the afternoon he would watch until
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span>the maid returned with them. Then one
+morning they had to go alone. When they hesitated
+at the street crossing, Pete ran out in the
+middle of the street and barked in front of all the
+oncoming cars, thus holding up the traffic until
+Ralph and Mabel were safely across. In
+the afternoon he watched for them and repeated
+the performance.</p>
+
+<p>One morning, when he had seen the children
+safely across, he discovered that Mabel had
+lost her book. Dodging in front of a big truck,
+he seized the book in his mouth and ducked
+just in time to keep from getting struck. Then
+he raced after the children to deliver the book
+to its little owner.</p>
+
+<p>The pup grew in grace and charm, as well as
+wisdom. His fuzzy covering was gone, and with
+it had vanished many of his puppy ways. He
+had grown into a fine looking dog. One could
+scarcely recognize the little woolly pup in this
+beautiful brown, shading into tan, animal. He
+had a natty white vest and one white forefoot.
+His tail curled over his back like a plume; but
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span>his greatest charm was his eyes. They were
+brown and amber now, and they almost
+twinkled with intelligence when he was spoken
+to.</p>
+
+<p>Ralph was very proud of him, and entered
+him in all the dog shows, although Pete never
+won any medals, because of his lack of pedigree.
+Had a prize been given for real worth and
+good character, he would have carried off the
+blue ribbon, for Pete was well raised and had
+good training.</p>
+
+<p>Some pedigreed animals, and some pedigreed
+people are snobbish and rude. Such was the
+case with the Boston bull on the other side of
+the fence, and with some others in this exclusive
+neighborhood. This was brought forcibly
+to Pete’s attention one morning. After
+he had piloted the children across the street,
+on returning to his own curb, he heard loud
+barking around the corner. Curious to know
+what was the cause of it all, he ran in the direction
+of the noise.</p>
+
+<p>Imagine his surprise and indignation at what
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span>he saw! Up a tree, just beyond the reach of
+their upturned noses, was Fluff, Mabel’s cat,
+driven there by three of the aristocrats, and
+held at bay by their, to her, bloodcurdling
+yelps. The Boston bull seemed to be in charge.
+His confederates were a prize-winning Airedale,
+with a pedigree reaching back through countless
+generations, and a German police dog, whose
+ancestors had been trained to torment French
+prisoners, away back during the Franco-Prussian
+war. With murderous motives these three
+had Fluff surrounded when Pete appeared on
+the scene.</p>
+
+<p>Without stopping to consider that he was
+apparently outmatched, Pete sprang at their
+heels, snapping and biting first one and then
+another, until he had their attention drawn
+from the cat. Then he started to run, with the
+three in pursuit. This was what he wanted.
+By keeping several jumps ahead of them, he got
+to his own door just as someone was coming out,
+and he bounded inside. Meantime Fluff had not
+let any grass grow under her feet; she had
+arrived at the back door first. Once inside,
+she did a very unusual thing. Approaching
+Pete, she rubbed her sides against his legs,
+purring her thanks; and she never forget this
+act of gallantry which he had performed for her.
+There may have been no blue blood in this
+dog, but this episode proved that there were
+no yellow streaks.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_024.jpg" width="450" height="615" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Fluff and the Three Aristocrats</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span>Ralph was growing into a big boy, and was
+engaged in the activities and sports that the
+average boy of his age enjoys. He was a member
+of the Boy Scouts, and of the “Sand Lot Ball
+Team”; but his love for Peter was as great as
+ever. He always wanted his dog with him in
+his sports, and Pete, appreciating this, proved
+himself a boon companion.</p>
+
+<p>Any game that Pete did not sanction by a
+smile and a wag of his tail was not entered into
+with much zest. When a game with a competing
+team was scheduled to come off, it was talked
+over with Pete somewhat in this fashion:</p>
+
+<p>“Well, old pal, what do you think about it?
+Are we going to win? You know Bud Sanders,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span>Pete—he’s one of their best pitchers; but of
+course our team can show something just as
+good. If you say so, we will beat them.”</p>
+
+<p>Then Pete would stretch out, yawn, and
+make a noise that Ralph always knew meant
+either yes or no; it all depended on the
+expression of the dog’s countenance when he
+made it. If the prediction were favorable for
+their team, boy and dog would start for the
+diamond, full of enthusiasm.</p>
+
+<p>Pete would enter into the spirit of the game
+along with the boys, and would watch the ball
+with quivering excitement, when Ralph sent it
+flying and made a home run. Before Jack could
+bring it back, Pete seemed to know just where
+that ball dropped to earth, and would beat
+the boys to it, bringing it to the pitcher and
+dropping it at his feet.</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes an argument would start on the
+field of combat, and Ralph would be surrounded
+by a loud-mouthed, fist-shaking
+squad. Pete would edge his way through and
+take a position near his master, wag his tail
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span>slowly, and listen intently, as if asking what it
+was all about, and weighing the pros and cons.
+Ralph would reach down, pat him on the head
+and ask, “Which way was it, old pal?”</p>
+
+<p>Not always were the other boys willing to
+take Pete’s decision, and the matter might be
+left to the referee; but always Pete stood valiantly
+by his master in every matter.</p>
+
+<p>By this time the bull dog next door had
+learned to have more respect for Peter. A boy
+about Ralph’s age had come to live with his
+master and mistress. He was a nice boy, and
+he and Ralph were very good friends. Both
+were good scouts and, as they were together a
+great deal, the dogs, after a few encounters,
+learned to endure, if not to like, one another.</p>
+
+<p>They accompanied the boys on hikes and,
+one day, when the boys and their two dogs were
+going gaily through the woods, kicking up the
+dry leaves, Pete, the younger and more active
+dog, ran on ahead and out of sight of the boys.
+Soon they heard a great barking. Hurrying
+along, they found Pete pawing and stamping
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span>in an attempt to put out a fire that was just
+starting from a cigarette, which had been carelessly
+thrown among the dry leaves.</p>
+
+<p>The boys finished extinguishing the fire, and
+then turned their attention to Pete, whose feet
+were burned. They knew the burns must be
+extremely painful. Feeling very sorry for the
+dog, and full of enthusiastic admiration for his
+splendid courage, they made a litter for him,
+such as they would have made for one of
+their own scout comrades. The boys carried
+Pete home, and the bull dog kept close to his
+master’s heels, so as not to be left entirely out.</p>
+
+<p>Peter’s mother, Susie, would have been very
+proud if she had known her son was the means
+of saving the countryside from a destructive
+fire.</p>
+
+<p>Shep, no doubt, would have said, “I knew
+Pete would amount to something.”</p>
+
+<p>Reaching home, the boys treated Pete’s sore
+feet with a healing salve and made him comfortable.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_029.jpg" width="450" height="612" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Peter Tries to Put Out a Fire</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span>It is uncertain whether or not dogs can communicate
+with each other, but, by some means,
+the news got abroad that Pete was laid up, and
+every dog in the neighborhood came to call.
+It was suspected that the bull had something
+to do with it, as he seemed to be master of
+ceremonies. His admiration for Pete seemed
+suddenly to have increased. After each dog
+had sniffed at Pete’s sore paws, they raced off.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">PETER ON THE FARM</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>It was now vacation time and Pete and his
+master were anticipating a good time. Ralph
+and Mabel usually spent a part of the time on
+their grandfather’s farm, and Pete was going
+along. At Grandfather’s there were two small
+dogs, but that would be all right with Pete,
+who acted in a big-brotherly way toward them,
+sharing with them whatever he had to eat.</p>
+
+<p>There was just one quarter from which Peter
+would allow no interference. That was from a
+goat that roamed at will over the place. Until
+this visit to the farm, he had never seen a goat.
+His first encounter with this one had been quite
+disastrous to Pete’s pride; so, having no wish to
+repeat the set-to, he left the goat with the butting
+disposition severely alone.</p>
+
+<p>Although Pete, in accordance with his good
+mother’s teachings, was generous with the small
+dogs, there was one thing he would not permit.
+That was their following him to the bone cemetery.
+This was forbidden ground. Out in the
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span>orchard, under the apple trees, where the earth
+was mellow, was his favorite, exclusive spot.</p>
+
+<p>If Pete observed the others following him to
+the orchard, he would chase them back and tell
+them to stay there. Then he would feast and
+enjoy to his heart’s content the gnawing of
+those delicious, earth-seasoned morsels. This
+always carried him back to the time when his
+father and he had gnawed the bone in the garden
+at home. Thus Shep had revealed to his son
+the social side of his nature. The small dogs
+learned to respect Pete’s privacy and stayed
+away.</p>
+
+<p>Peter was trained to help Ralph bring up the
+cattle from the pasture. On several occasions,
+when it was raining, he brought them in alone.
+In the lot was Duke, the king of the herd.
+Usually he was a safe and docile animal, but one
+evening something seemed to be wrong. Duke
+was in an ugly mood, pawing and bellowing at
+a great rate, and refusing to be lined up with
+the cows.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span></p>
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_033.jpg" width="450" height="614" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Peter Helps Bring the Cattle from the Pasture</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span>Ralph struck Duke with a gad, which was a
+great mistake on the boy’s part. The animal
+charged. Ralph ducked and ran for a near-by
+tree, climbing up before the bull reached him.</p>
+
+<p>Pete did his best to help his master. He
+barked and snapped at the enemy, but to no
+avail. He then looked up at Ralph, as much
+as to say, “What more can I do?”</p>
+
+<p>“Get Grandpa,” the boy called to him.</p>
+
+<p>Off Pete ran, over the fence, and on to the
+house. In a little while, back he bounded with
+Grandfather and the hired man following, with
+weapons of defense to liberate the prisoner. And
+so Peter proved to be the hero of the day.</p>
+
+<p>The summer was one of profit and pleasure
+both to the dogs and the children. Grandmother
+knew how to make the most delicious
+cookies, which Pete shared along with the children.
+He helped hunt the eggs. Finding a
+nest, he would stand and wag his tail until
+they got the eggs. He also assisted in rounding
+up the young poultry to be shut in for the
+night.</p>
+
+<p>When the work was all done, the children
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span>and the dogs would go through the woods to
+the old swimming hole. While the boy and
+his sister were enjoying the water, the dogs
+found many things to attract their attention.
+One of them would stir up a chipmunk or a
+rabbit. Then all would give chase. If the little
+creature went into a hole in the ground, it fell
+to Pete, as the largest and strongest, to dig it
+out, while the others would stand off, barking
+their encouragement. When at last he would
+find it, Pete would permit no torturing of their
+prey; it must be killed skillfully and at once.</p>
+
+<p>The time passed all too quickly. School soon
+would open. Mabel and Ralph were entering
+high school. Pete was now a dignified, full-grown
+dog, looking like his father, Shep, but
+having the gentle disposition of his mother,
+Susie.</p>
+
+<p>Although he was not a quarrelsome dog, and
+never attacked a dog smaller than himself, still
+Peter was all dog. In reading these records of
+this grown-up puppy’s doings, we must remember
+that he was without royal ancestry. He
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span>was not registered as to pedigree, but was just
+an ordinary, middle-class dog, with a high sense
+of honor, inherited from honest parent dogs.</p>
+
+<p>The bull dog, whose name was Joe, was growing
+old and slow of gait. He and Pete had become
+fast friends. Time had taken some of
+the arrogance out of his manner. He had been
+condescending in his attitude toward Pete, but
+now he showed more interest and some affection.
+It was pathetic to note Pete’s deference
+for the old chap. Perhaps that had something
+to do with his change of heart. Were they out
+for a walk, Pete would run on ahead, and then
+wait for the old dog to catch up, or run back
+to him and walk slowly beside him.</p>
+
+<p>The time came when old Joe was unable to
+go out. He would sit outside his kennel dozing,
+having not even strength enough to snap at
+the flies that bothered him. Pete spent a great
+deal of time with him. He would lie nearby
+sleeping, or would drink in a social way from
+Joe’s drinking pan. He did many other little
+comforting things to show good comradeship.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span>One very warm day the dogs were panting
+with the heat. Their tongues were lolling out
+of their mouths, and they drank a great deal
+of water, Pete taking the last drop. Soon poor
+old Joe, bending down to get a drink, found the
+pan dry. Pete jumped up and, taking the edge
+of the pan in his mouth, ran to the screen door,
+where he scratched until the cook came. Then
+he lifted the empty pan to her to be filled.</p>
+
+<p>One morning, a short while after this hot
+spell, Pete came to see his old friend, whom he
+had learned really to love. The bull dog was
+missing from his customary place, so Pete looked
+into the kennel. There lay poor old Joe, dead.
+This was Pete’s first experience with that mysterious
+condition. His reaction was only normal
+and doglike, for he proceeded to eat up the
+remnants of the bull dog’s supper, drank all
+the water, and then ran off to find a live dog to
+play with. Dogs seldom show grief for their
+own kind.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">NEW SCENES</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>The years rolled on. At last the children were
+grown and ready for college, and in the fall
+Ralph was to go to a university. Mabel was
+to attend another school.</p>
+
+<p>Pete was conscious that something was
+about to happen. His master would pat him
+lovingly on the head, and then slip an arm
+around his neck. Then he would begin talking
+about going away, saying, “Well, old pal, how
+are we going to stand this? Do you think you
+will miss me?”</p>
+
+<p>Pete would kiss his young master, dog-fashion;
+then he would lie down at his feet in
+the most devoted way.</p>
+
+<p>The university to which Ralph was going
+was not a great distance, sixty miles or a little
+further, from his home. A trip was taken to
+make arrangements about entering. Peter,
+much to his delight, was allowed to go with
+his master in the automobile.</p>
+
+<p>He took an inventory of the place where they
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span>went. Nothing escaped him. There seemed to
+be some dogs at this school. At least, he saw
+several following the young men students, and
+it certainly was an ideal place for a dog to be.
+Storing all these things in his mind, Pete returned
+to his home, somewhat more reconciled
+to have Ralph go from him, as he concluded
+that all was for the best.</p>
+
+<p>Soon preparations were completed, and
+Ralph was ready to leave, this time by train.
+Peter went to the depot with the rest of the
+family to see his master off. Ralph was very
+brave, for he wanted to show that he was now a
+man, and he thought any show of emotion was
+womanish. He bade everyone farewell. Last
+of all, he patted his dog affectionately, saying,
+“Well, good-by, old pal.”</p>
+
+<p>All went well for a month or so. Pete would
+wander around as if looking for something, but
+he seemed to be taking his loss in a sensible way.
+Then, one morning, he was missing. Nowhere
+could he be found. Search and the offer of rewards
+failed to bring him back. He was given
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span>up as lost. The family came to the conclusion
+that Pete had either been stolen or struck by an
+automobile. Then a letter came from Ralph,
+in which he wrote: “Whom should I see on the
+campus one day, when I was returning from
+class, but good old Pete?”</p>
+
+<p>Maybe you think that was not a joyous meeting!
+Ralph did not tell all in his letter, but his
+mother read between the lines, and knew there
+were some tears shed. Ralph was feeling some
+of the pangs of homesickness that a certain
+little puppy once had felt, and the dog understood
+and sympathized.</p>
+
+<p>Ralph by this time was comfortably established
+in a fraternity house, where there were
+other boys with their dogs, and Peter was at
+once made a member of the group. Almost any
+day Ralph could be seen crossing the campus,
+his arms full of books, with Pete trotting along
+at his heels. These were happy days for the
+dog. The boy, too, seemed to be perfectly contented,
+now that his faithful friend was with
+him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span>Pete seemed to understand that his remaining
+at college all depended upon his good behavior,
+so he carried himself with dignity. He
+never chased squirrels and never frightened the
+children who came on the campus to play. He
+was polite, and moved off the sidewalk to let
+the ladies pass, showing in many ways that he
+had come from a good home, where the training
+had been of the right kind.</p>
+
+<p>Ralph was elected to play on the ball team.
+Pete had not forgotten the times back home on
+the sand lot, when he had helped his master
+win many a game, so he was on hand to do his
+bit on these occasions. However, he was not
+so young as he used to be and he was not so
+agile in bringing back the ball. As the other
+members of the team who had dogs thought
+they could get along without his help, Pete had
+to be tied up when a game was on, much to his
+chagrin.</p>
+
+<p>Ralph, who had been one of the best players
+on the high school squad, was given a place on
+the team when the football season commenced.
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span>All went well until one day, when there was
+a close game with another university, Ralph
+was injured. The track was wet and slippery,
+and Ralph’s ankle turned, throwing him and
+wrenching his back.</p>
+
+<p>This unfortunate accident kept Ralph confined
+to his room, and on his back for some
+time. But for Peter, he would have spent many
+lonely hours before he could again go to classes.
+The dog would lie on the rug in front of the gas
+stove, where he could keep one eye on his beloved
+master.</p>
+
+<p>On the night of the oratorical contest all of
+the boys were gone, and Ralph and Pete were
+alone in the house. Having read until he was
+tired, Ralph closed his eyes, and soon he was
+sound asleep. Pete was lying in his customary
+place before the stove. The door leading out
+into the corridor was open; also one leading
+onto the fire escape. Suddenly Peter began
+barking and pulling at the covering on Ralph,
+who awakened to find himself nearly suffocated
+by smoke that filled the house.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span>Ralph realized that the house was on fire,
+and felt his helplessness, as he was not yet able
+to walk since his accident; but something must
+be done, and quickly. Dragging himself off
+the couch, he managed to get his arm around
+the dog’s neck, and in this way the two of them
+made their way through the smoke to the fire
+escape. From there, Ralph gave the alarm
+and was rescued, just as the walls crumbled.
+The fire had made such headway that nothing
+could save the house. Had it not been for
+this prince among dogs, Ralph’s life would have
+gone out while he slept. Susie and Shep had
+sown good seed when they taught Peter that
+bravery was a good trait for a dog to have.</p>
+
+<p>Peter was growing old. There was no doubt
+about it; he was getting stiff in his joints, and
+his hearing was not so good. When he was
+alone, he found it difficult to keep from being
+struck by the automobiles, whose careless drivers
+had no regard for life of either dog or child,
+but would come tearing along at reckless speed.</p>
+
+<p>One day Pete was crossing to the campus,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span>when a car came in sight. It was one of those
+that college boys seem to enjoy driving more
+than any other kind, a rickety old bus, without
+top and not much else but wheels and an engine.
+In this semblance of a car were as many
+boys as it would hold. They were having a
+hilarious time, returning from a game.</p>
+
+<p>There was so much noise, as they went zig-zagging
+through the street, that poor Pete became
+confused and was caught under the wheels
+of this death trap. Thus a precious life went
+out. This was the closing of a career of one of
+the most faithful of God’s creatures in the animal
+kingdom. He was one who laid no claim to
+anything but ordinary ability, natural instincts,
+and a reaction to kind treatment that paid a
+hundredfold.</p>
+
+<p>Ralph felt his loss so keenly that, after laying
+Peter’s broken body away, he conceived the idea
+of writing a book about dogs. He would depict
+only the good qualities or instincts, which,
+if developed, would make even yellow mongrels
+into decent dogs. To the memory of his beloved
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span>Peter he would dedicate a collection of
+really good and true stories, with the hope that
+other boys would derive, from the companionship
+and knowledge of dogs, such inspiration
+as had helped to develop his own character,
+making him an ardent defender of all faithful
+creatures.</p>
+
+<p>So this is how <i>The Tattlers</i> came to be written.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_046.jpg" width="450" height="609" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Pixie and Bob</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span></p>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">THE TATTLERS</h2>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">PIXIE AND BOB</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>It was a beautiful street where the dogs all
+lived, lined on one side by stately palms. The
+lawns were smooth as velvet, and always green,
+in spite of the fact that it seldom rained in this
+country. Flowers and clinging vines helped to
+enhance the beauty. The owners of the homes
+on this well kept street were rich and could afford
+every luxury for themselves, as well as everything
+appropriate to their respective positions.</p>
+
+<p>That anyone or anything could be unhappy
+in such environment seemed unbelievable. However,
+one little heart was aching there. It was
+that of a poor little rich Pomeranian, so tiny
+that the amount which had been paid for her
+would cover her nicely, were it in bills.</p>
+
+<p>Notwithstanding the fact that Pixie, for that
+was her name, was fondled and petted, wore
+beautiful clothes, slept on a silk pillow at the
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span>foot of her mistress’s bed, and won all the prizes
+at the fancy dog shows, indeed, had every wish
+gratified, she was very unhappy to-day.</p>
+
+<p>Pixie’s owners, who had bought her in London,
+were proud of her long pedigree, which
+they never failed to mention, and also that
+she was registered along with dogs belonging
+to the King and Queen. This was exceedingly
+gratifying to everyone concerned, and the awe
+with which people expressed their admiration
+for a mite like her that had hobnobbed with
+royalty, was astonishing.</p>
+
+<p>She was in this lovely home, and had nothing
+to do but go through a few silly tricks, such as
+sneezing when she was told to, whether she felt
+like it or not. To be sure she would be rewarded
+with some little bit of sweet for performing. But
+the worst was to have to sit up on her haunches,
+close her eyes, and say her prayers, in order that
+her admirers might have a hearty laugh.</p>
+
+<p>Pixie never felt like laughing herself, as something
+in her made her feel cross at such times.
+Besides, where did her mistress get that idea of
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span>saying prayers in that way? Pixie never saw her
+mistress say prayers in that or any other way.
+If she had, would she have liked to be laughed
+at?</p>
+
+<p>These were only a few of the things this mite
+of a dog, who was worth her weight in gold, had
+to trouble her, for she was possessed as we have
+seen of a small organ necessary to her existence,
+called a heart. This, we like to think, was
+susceptible to emotions similar to those of
+others of God’s creatures.</p>
+
+<p>That this “angel dog,” as her mistress sometimes
+called her, could have a heartache never
+occurred to that lady, yet just now Pixie truly was
+troubled. Every morning Celeste, the French
+maid, whose ancestors came from the same country
+that was the home of Pixie’s, would take her
+out for exercise and fresh air. Pixie loved going
+to the park nearby. At the entrance, the maid
+would take the leash from her collar and allow
+her her liberty.</p>
+
+<p>Celeste would stop to visit with other maids
+who had brought either children or dogs with
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span>them. The one with whom she was holding
+conversation to-day was the Judge’s maid, who
+had a young Airedale pup in tow. This young
+dog was also allowed to run at large. He was
+so homely and awkward that Pixie was ashamed
+to be seen with him, although he, like herself,
+was supposed to be of blue blood. Yet since he
+belonged to their set, she felt that she must be
+polite to him.</p>
+
+<p>He became familiar and this put Pixie on her
+dignity. They started out together, but the
+Pom was haughty and disdainful.</p>
+
+<p>“He is so common and ugly,” she thought.</p>
+
+<p>Pixie was not wise in her reasoning, or she
+would have wanted just such a background to
+show off her own beauty. How her lovely,
+golden-brown coat glistened in the sun, and how
+stiff, bristly and fuzzy the Airedale’s coat looked
+in comparison. And such ears! And was there
+anything more ridiculous than that stub of a
+tail? Why, that must be why he was called
+Bob. Such were the observations that Pixie
+was making to herself.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span>Still Pixie was trying to be polite, as one in
+her position in dogdom should be, but she
+resented the Airedale’s friendly advances, and
+when Bob challenged her to a race, she became
+very cool indeed. She felt that sometimes one’s
+standing required the toleration of “impossible”
+dogs, but one did not have to lower her dignity
+in doing so.</p>
+
+<p>Bob must have sensed something of what
+was in this haughty lady dog’s mind, for he
+began bragging. “She wasn’t so much after
+all.” His master lived in a larger, finer house
+than hers. Besides, his master was a Judge,
+who knew about everything and owned two
+dogs, real dogs—himself and his father—both
+with pedigrees and family trees planted in the
+north of England. They were grafted onto an
+Irish terrier branch, and noted for a lot of
+things. He failed to say that one of the traits
+for which they were noted was their quick tempers
+when they were young and undisciplined.</p>
+
+<p>Bob had some things of which to be proud,
+too, so he began strutting before Pixie, which
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span>only made matters worse, as far as their ever
+being friends was concerned.</p>
+
+<p>Then Bob, who, you must remember, was
+young and thoughtless, began making insulting
+growls, which meant that he knew a few
+things. “Hadn’t Celeste told their maid that
+Pixie’s great-great-grandmother was a wolf-dog,
+and that she had one of the largest families?
+She was known to have had twenty puppies,
+and she had to leave them to look after themselves
+while she helped Pixie’s great-great-grandfather
+shoo off the wolves.” He wound up by
+saying, “And my master says it is true. He
+looked it up in the book.”</p>
+
+<p>Now Pixie was a “perfect lady,” yet there
+remained in her blood a taint of the fighting
+propensity that had enabled her great-great-grandparents
+to shoo off those hungry wolves,
+and she was not going to stand for any such
+unkind remarks from a mere Irish Airedale
+terrier pup.</p>
+
+<p>She flew at him, snapping and biting his
+awkward legs, and barking her loudest, which
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span>only made Bob smile, though it is hard to
+believe that Airedales do smile, so solemn are
+their countenances. He decided to show her
+what real barking was like, and the big bass
+bow-bow that he let out so frightened Pixie that
+she scampered off to the French maid.</p>
+
+<p>In this way the morning was spoiled for the
+little Pom, who shed tears when she thought
+of her poor great-great-grandmother having to
+leave those dear little puppies to help shoo off
+those terrible wolves. Looking around at her
+surroundings, she thought how different was her
+condition. She had everything to make her
+happy. She could sit in her mistress’s lap and
+eat off her plate if she wanted to. She would
+never have a large family of puppies to bother
+with; and of course there would never be any
+wolves to disturb her.</p>
+
+<p>As this brought her thoughts back to the
+happenings of the morning and that dreadful
+Airedale pup, a shudder went through her small
+body. “Will I always have to encounter that
+dog when I go to the park?” she wondered.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span>There were many dogs at the park, but with
+most of them Pixie must not play. She could
+associate with only the dogs in her particular
+circle, and give these others only a haughty stare
+when she met them.</p>
+
+<p>The Airedale pup, not used to being snubbed,
+was taking this slight seriously. After Pixie
+left him, he felt he was in need of sympathy.
+That Pixie was a lady and had very sharp teeth
+prevented him from demanding an apology.
+Had she been one of his own kind, and of his
+own size, Bob would have fought it out. He
+would have had the apology, too; but as it was
+he must have advice.</p>
+
+<p>Looking across the park, he saw the gleam
+of a brass-studded collar which looked like the
+regulation collar for dogs in their neighborhood.
+Going over there, he found three dogs, all belonging
+in his set. They were taking the air
+while their attendants sat on the benches and
+read the morning papers.</p>
+
+<p>Bob, who was still smarting from Pixie’s
+snub, told them his tale of woe.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span>“I have been mistreated by a pert little
+flapper of a Pom, with a ribbon around her
+neck—and such superior airs she was assuming,
+when she is only the great-great-granddaughter
+of a wolf-dog, who, away back there in the old
+country, raised dozens of puppies and shooed
+wolves!”</p>
+
+<p>His hearers sat around on their haunches,
+with their tongues lolling out, and listened intently.
+Being unable to get an expression from
+them collectively, Bob questioned them one by
+one as to what they thought of Pixie, and what
+he should do about her behavior to him.</p>
+
+<p>All except one expressed opinions. The exception
+was a young police dog, whose family
+tree was flourishing over there. If he was not
+mistaken, there were traditions in his family
+which bore some relation to the story about
+the little Pomeranian dogs being able to frighten
+his own ancestors, when they were hungry and
+weak, and wanted only a good meal from the
+poultry pens. Yet he hoped there was some
+mistake about the story. It did not seem possible
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span>that a mere Pom could frighten a noble
+wolf. Yet he admired Pixie.</p>
+
+<p>The next dog consulted was a little pug,
+named Ruby. She was quite well acquainted
+with Pixie, had met her abroad, and had come
+home on the same ship with her. Both of them
+had been prize-winners at a dog show in
+England. Their respective mistresses had
+bought them from the same kennels. There
+had been considerable discussion as to the merits
+of the two dogs. Both had wanted the Pom,
+and quite a bit of feeling arose between the two
+ladies on the subject. In fact, the pug’s mistress,
+in a polite way, claimed the other lady had used
+questionable methods to procure the coveted
+dog. However, nothing could be done about it
+now, as Pixie’s mistress was better able to pay
+the purchase price.</p>
+
+<p>So the pug was taken; but Ruby always
+felt there was a lack of sincerity in her owner’s
+voice when she declared to Pixie’s owner, “No
+amount of money would induce me to part
+with my dear little pug. She is the smartest,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span>brightest dog I ever knew.” Then too, Ruby
+had overheard Pixie’s mistress telling some one
+that pugs were stupid dogs who did nothing
+but eat and snore.</p>
+
+<p>Considering these facts, it was not difficult
+for Bob to enlist Ruby’s sympathy. Aside from
+this, Ruby was envious of Pixie’s beautiful fur
+coat. It was so soft and warm. Pixie had no
+need to wear an overcoat that made her look
+like a stuffed sausage when she went riding.
+And she didn’t snore when she slept. The pug
+at once became Bob’s ally.</p>
+
+<p>The other one in the group was a little French
+poodle who was fond of Pixie, because, notwithstanding
+that one was of German descent
+and the other of French, they got along nicely
+together. Though unlike in color, they had
+many traits in common. Both had ancestors
+who were valiant and courageous. Having this
+beautiful French poodle, whose name was Petite,
+to champion her cause was favorable for
+Pixie, had she known about it; but Pixie was
+blissfully unaware of the controversy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span>Petite’s and Pixie’s mistresses were old friends,
+and both dogs had heard complimentary remarks
+about each other, so Bob could not count
+on the French poodle’s sympathy. She was
+decidedly for Pixie. Nothing could be settled
+with the weight of opinion so unequally balanced.</p>
+
+<p>Bob’s pride had had a jolt, and the matter
+must be adjusted. He would take the case to
+his father to decide. The elder Airedale was
+one of those large boned, solemn looking dogs
+that always look as if they were thinking deeply
+on some subject of importance. At the same
+time, there is a comical twist to their countenances
+that harks back to some trait in their
+Irish ancestry. Because of these characteristics,
+and the fact that his owner was on the bench,
+this old Airedale was called Judge.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_059.jpg" width="450" height="614" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Judge Was Always Being Called Upon to Decide</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span>Besides being Bob’s father, Judge was also a
+sort of father confessor to all the dogs in the
+neighborhood. He was always being called upon
+to decide the rights of the case in the squabbles
+of the dogs. Was there a scrap over a bone,
+or had some of the dogs mistreated a cat that
+was unable to defend itself, Judge would administer
+a cuffing to the offenders. Even his
+own son was granted no mercy when he was
+brought into court for some disturbance he had
+caused, but was given a good cuffing if Judge
+found him guilty.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">JUDGE AIREDALE</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>With some misgivings, therefore, Bob approached
+his father on this subject. He decided
+he would wait until he was sure his dad was
+in a happy mood. After the noonday meal,
+when they were both comfortably full, and Judge
+had had his nap, was the most likely time.
+Then, cautiously, Bob broached the matter of
+his wounded pride. Having no mother to
+smooth the way for him, Bob was at the mercy
+of his father’s candor. Judge, realizing this
+fact, became interested in learning about the
+case.</p>
+
+<p>He inquired as to how many families were
+acquainted with the story, and how much had
+really been said about the personal appearance
+of his offspring. This was a delicate subject,
+as there was a strong resemblance between father
+and son. Just how far into the family records
+had Pixie delved? Of course, no one in this
+neighborhood knew of the family skeleton.
+That was safe. Bob was very brief about his
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span>part in the encounter. He mentioned nothing
+about his terrible bow-wows, which had so
+frightened the pert Pom that she had turned
+pale under her heavy coat.</p>
+
+<p>Judge, rubbing his chin with his ponderous
+paw, said, “I will take up the case, but I will
+defer a decision until more evidence can be procured.
+Meantime I will investigate.”</p>
+
+<p>In the interval each of the dogs that knew
+about the affair related it to every other dog
+they met. It was discussed not only in the
+best families, but the garbage man’s dog heard
+of it, and he told it to the laundress’s yellow
+mongrel, who met the milkman’s shepherd
+collie. As the latter traveled around town,
+and was an excellent reporter, the news spread
+and the story grew and grew, until the owners
+of the dogs were also involved. When at last
+it came to their ears, they were puzzled to know
+what it was all about.</p>
+
+<p>Judge, hearing about how the news of this
+little affair had grown until it was called a
+scandal, decided he must act quickly to settle
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span>the wagging of those busybodies’ tongues. He
+would hold a session and call the whole neighborhood
+of dogs into court. The police dog
+was to summon them. Each one that had a
+share in this matter, regardless of what was his
+standing in society, must appear before him to
+be punished.</p>
+
+<p>It was an outrage that a dog of Judge’s high
+standing should be so maligned, for at last the
+story had grown until it was unsavory, and a
+great injustice had been done to the father of
+such a promising son. Summoning the German
+police dog, Judge made a list of those who
+were responsible for the wide spread of the story.
+Among these were Ruby, the pug, Petite, the
+white French poodle, and those to whom they
+had told the interesting bit of news.</p>
+
+<p>In their set was an English bulldog named
+Bill, who was a distant relative on the terrier
+side of the Airedale family. Bill felt that it
+would be disloyal not to support the Airedales
+in their contention, especially as the matter had
+been laid before him by Ruby, who gave her
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span>own version of it, adding as much local color as
+she could.</p>
+
+<p>Bill, in turn, told a friend, a Boston bull, and
+so it went. Among their select set, everyone
+who repeated the tale added something to it.
+It was left to dear little Petite, the fluffy French
+poodle, who always wore white, to defend the
+little Pom. With tears in her eyes, Petite told
+all her friends how that “impossible Airedale
+pup had insulted her dear friend, Pixie.” She
+wept on the shoulder of a stately Russian wolfhound,
+named Princess, who had been “over”
+only a short time, and who was bewildered by
+Petite’s show of emotion. For some time indeed
+Princess was unable to understand what it all
+meant.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_065.jpg" width="450" height="617" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Petite and Princess</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span>Expressing her indignation in a dignified and
+charming way at the effrontery of the Airedale,
+the Princess promised to call on the little Pom
+and extend her sympathy. She passed the sad
+news on to a water spaniel, who just then
+emerged from the drinking fountain basin, where
+he had been taking a bath. Although he shook
+the water from his wet coat all over her, which
+at another time would have been good cause for
+a show of temper, even from a lady dog of noble
+birth, she passed it by unnoticed, so eager was
+she to enlist all her friends in Pixie’s cause.</p>
+
+<p>On up the street these two went to where
+lived two squatty little dachshunds, whose
+ancestors, like Pixie’s, were real warriors. It
+was said of them that they attacked badgers,
+an action requiring great courage. They too
+had a friendly feeling for Pixie; and then the
+Princess was so sweet in her manner and so eager
+to clear her little friend’s name of any suspicion,
+they could not resist her, even though
+they saw that the chances of the Airedale were
+growing slim, and that it was scarcely fair for
+all of his friends to turn against him.</p>
+
+<p>It was through these little, sociable dachshunds
+that the story spread to the other element
+of society in dogdom. The garbage man’s dog,
+Gyp, who always accompanied his master on
+his collection trips, was a good watchdog. He
+was watching the empty cans while his master
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span>stopped to chat with the laundress. He had
+his hands full with the dogs who pestered him
+for a chance at the tidbits left in the cans.
+Finally, Gyp, being of a practical turn of mind,
+began bartering with the dogs for an exchange,
+just as boys do. The dachshunds had something
+desirable in this story they had heard,
+and promised they would give the details as an
+after-dinner speech, if they could come to terms,
+which they did.</p>
+
+<p>While they were delivering the purchase price
+of their lunch, the laundress’s yellow mongrel
+listened in. Gyp was emphatically against the
+Airedale. Once Gyp had fallen into the hands of
+the law, and had almost been taken to the dog
+pound, so he was bitter against law, and everyone
+connected with it. This, of course, included
+the Judge.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_068.jpg" width="450" height="620" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Gyp and the Dachshunds</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span>Such was not the feeling of the little yellow
+mongrel, who was of no particular breed. He
+was just plain dog, and did not mind it one bit
+if he was. His mistress gave the Judge two
+days of her time every week, and he knew the
+Airedale quite well. The Judge’s folks had
+been kind to him, giving him many meaty bones
+after dinner. Sometimes the boys played with
+him, too, in the back yard, where it was nice
+and private. The fence was so high no one could
+see them. For all of this, he was most grateful,
+and intended to stand by the Judge. He
+was not going to say anything about it to anyone,
+except the milkman’s dog, and he must
+promise not to repeat the story. Anyway, he
+lived away on the other side of town, where
+they would probably not be interested.</p>
+
+<p>This is how this contention, which, in its
+beginning was just a misunderstanding between
+two inoffensive dogs, grew until friendly relations
+were strained to the breaking point.</p>
+
+<p>Having arranged for a hearing on a certain
+evening, when all the dogs were again in the
+park, Judge impaneled a jury. Then, upon
+examining the jury, he found that not one of
+the members was fit to serve, as all had gossiped
+about the case. There were not “twelve good
+dogs and true” to be found in the town.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span>Because of this state of affairs, some other
+plan must be followed. Judge decided that he
+would punish all of the worst offenders. The
+principals, which meant Pixie and Bob, he would
+talk to privately. Pixie no doubt by this time
+was very sorry and ready to apologize to Bob.</p>
+
+<p>The gossips he would attend to first. Since
+they were so eager to tell stories about other
+dogs, he would require each of them to come,
+one at a time, and tell him a true story of some
+brave or clever happening of which they had
+heard. Perhaps there were family traditions
+that were worth repeating, as in the case of Pixie
+and the dachshunds. It would be a good way
+to train their minds, and to teach them to look
+for the good and to ignore the bad in all dogs.
+Besides, it would keep them busy. As their
+outings were limited to about two hours each
+day, it would be possible for them to hear no
+more than one long, or, possibly, several short
+stories each time.</p>
+
+<p>The police dog, being next in importance to
+the Judge, was required to begin this series of
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span>punishment. The Judge, after the class in
+story-telling had paid the penalty and the law
+was satisfied, was to tell a very interesting story
+himself—one containing much human interest
+and moral advice.</p>
+
+<p>Although he was somewhat vain and pompous,
+the Judge was at heart a good dog. He
+desired to raise the standard of morals in dogdom,
+and knew that the only way to do that
+was to fill the empty heads of the dogs with
+something besides gossip. A research story-telling
+campaign he hoped would prove the first
+step toward reform.</p>
+
+<p>A program was arranged. Each one was, in
+his or her turn, to tell whatever story he or she
+knew on a given subject; or they could relate
+anything of interest that had occurred in their
+own families. Detective stories would be in
+the German police dog’s line. Also stories of
+German country dogs. One very interesting
+story he knew about a large Dane that could
+understand nothing but German.</p>
+
+<p>All the dogs were so interested, and so eager
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span>to begin, that they ran around in circles. The
+court session having adjourned, the police dog
+escorted them out of the park, and requested
+that all of them be on time promptly the next
+evening. A happier group of dogs passed out
+of the park entrance to go their different ways.
+No haughty airs were assumed by the blue-bloods.
+All were interested in one theme, a
+common interest—the paying of a court fine,
+which makes all kin.</p>
+
+<p>So used were the dogs in the beautiful homes
+on that exclusive street to having everything
+done for them that they had become mere
+puppets, and it required considerable effort for
+them to do any real thinking. Most of them
+were foreign born and several had peculiar
+habits, different from those of their American
+cousins. Although their ancestors originally
+came from Europe, the latter had become true
+Americans in every sense of the word, and were
+losing their love of ease and indolence.</p>
+
+<p>Although the owners of these blue-blooded
+dogs had them registered and pedigreed, and all
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span>that, what did they really know of their families?
+It was by mere accident that Pixie heard that
+bit of history about her great-great-grandmother.
+Her mistress never spoke of the little
+Pom’s past, except to mention about the dog
+show in London and Pixie’s having associated
+with the nobility. Now that Pixie knew about
+her people, she was proud that she had such
+plucky forbears.</p>
+
+<p>The rest of the dogs, after hearing how Pixie
+felt about it, were anxious to know something
+about their own family histories. This story-telling
+campaign was going to afford them just
+the excuse they wanted to get the desired information.
+Surely some members of their
+breed had won honors for themselves somewhere
+or somehow. Just how or where were
+they to hear of these things? Now the chance
+was to be given, for every dog was to help every
+other dog with his story. If the shepherd dog
+knew of a good story about a bull dog, he was
+to tell it; but it must be such a story as the bull
+would be pleased to know. Then, if the bull
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span>dog knew anything that would add to the
+happiness of the shepherd, he in turn would
+make it known.</p>
+
+<p>Satisfied with this arrangement, the dogs
+went diligently to work unearthing stories.</p>
+
+<p>It was early, and the Judge was on his bench
+under a tree at the far corner of the park. It
+was a quiet place where the children, who were
+playing in the sand piles or swinging, would
+not disturb them. The Judge, not needing an
+attendant, was allowed to roam at will. The
+others would have to wait to be brought, except,
+of course, the middle-class dogs, who would
+presently come romping in.</p>
+
+<p>Had the respective owners of the dogs on the
+beautiful street been aware of what was taking
+place, in all probability they would have tried
+to buy the Judge off; but this one was not that
+kind of a judge. His belonging to their set
+would not have influenced him in the least.
+Back in his own family history were some
+sterling qualities, chief of which was honesty,
+that had descended to this offspring, and these,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span>as well as other admirable traits, were manifest
+in all of his dealings.</p>
+
+<p>The dogs were assembled at last, even Pixie,
+who was seen trotting along beside the Airedale
+pup. The police dog was keeping order and
+seating the class. When the gavel, which was
+his left paw, fell, everything was ready.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span>
+
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">PETITE AND BOB TELL THEIR STORIES</h3>
+</div>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Petite’s Story</span></h4>
+
+<p>The white poodle told her story in a winsome
+way. One of her sisters had attended the
+wedding of one of the nobility in France. The
+bride was so fond of her little pet that she
+wanted the poodle with her on this, the happiest
+day of her life.</p>
+
+<p>The tiny poodle was bathed and combed until
+she looked like a fluff of cotton. Around her
+neck a pink ribbon was tied and arranged in
+a smart bow between her ears. She behaved
+beautifully, never stepping on the bride’s train,
+nor did she blush as the groom did. She made
+only one little break.</p>
+
+<p>After the ceremony, when the groom kissed
+the bride, she let out one little growl, which
+she could never refrain from doing when this
+occurred. For her nice behavior, she was given
+a piece of the bride’s cake to put under her
+pillow to sleep on.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span>As she was a very smart poodle in many
+ways, she seemed to understand everything that
+was said to her, and she answered one and all
+with the tail language. This is the accepted
+lingo of such favored dogs, especially as they
+have such fine, feathery tails, that show to advantage
+when waved in a wig-wag message.</p>
+
+<p>When the poodle was asked if she wanted to
+go walking, she would hop onto a chair, and
+look toward the place where her leash was kept
+and wait for her mistress to put it on her neck.
+As soon as it was put on, she would jump
+down from the chair, run to the door and wag
+her tail, as if to say she was ready.</p>
+
+<p>On the street, she would walk along beside
+her mistress in a nice way, never running on
+ahead nor pulling on the leash, as do some
+rude dogs.</p>
+
+<p>Petite was exceedingly proud because she belonged
+to such a fine breed of dogs; she waved
+her beautiful tail in acknowledgment of the
+applause which was given her.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span></p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Bob’s Story</span></h4>
+
+<p>Judge required even his own son to relate a
+story, in punishment for his rudeness in barking
+that terrible bass solo at Pixie, which a well
+mannered dog should not have done. The
+father had had Bob rehearse just what he would
+say, to make certain that nothing in regard to
+the family skeleton would be disclosed, although
+almost every family has some such secret to
+guard. However, Judge thought it best to be
+on the safe side in regard to theirs.</p>
+
+<p>Right now I will tell you what this great
+secret was, but it must go no further. Some
+ancestor of Judge’s was killed for slaughtering
+sheep. That was about the most disgraceful
+thing of which a dog could be guilty—to be
+called a kill-sheep dog! Of course younger
+generations had done honor to the Airedale
+name, and nobody would hold them responsible
+for what had occurred in their family so long
+ago. Still, they seldom mentioned it among
+themselves, and never, never, to outsiders.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_079.jpg" width="450" height="614" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">The Comical Young Airedale Terrier</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span>Bob was inclined to be boastful, and was
+more than anxious to square himself with the
+little Pom. After asking his father many
+questions in regard to their family history, he
+finally succeeded in ferreting out some very interesting
+facts.</p>
+
+<p>The Airedale family are noted for their
+ability to look after their own welfare, and as
+guards for children and for property liable to
+be invaded by burglars. They are not beautiful,
+but what is of far more value, they are
+useful. As they are partly Irish, they have a
+sense of humor and do many comical things.</p>
+
+<p>As an instance of the cleverness and humor
+of the Airedale terrier, one that was young liked
+to dig holes in his master’s front lawn. He had
+been repeatedly punished for this naughtiness.
+Yet whenever he saw the tracks of a ground
+mole, he would forget everything and start
+digging until he had made another large hole.
+Then he would stop and look at what he had
+done. Feeling guilty, he would run to the
+porch, where there was a large door mat. This
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span>he would drag to the place and cover the hole.
+Satisfied that his guilt was hidden, he would
+run off to play.</p>
+
+<p>Another of Bob’s stories was about a clever
+dog named King who took care of a baby.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">King</span></h4>
+
+<p>King and Junior, a baby boy, were devoted
+pals. When Junior was in his pen on the lawn,
+King would take his place as guard and master
+of ceremonies. While the baby was good,
+King would lie quietly by, with one eye always
+on the child. If the baby got tired and fretted,
+King would jump up, run around the pen and
+bark to attract Junior’s attention, and would
+keep it up until the baby would smile.</p>
+
+<p>One day when Junior’s teeth were hurting,
+he was unusually fretful. King did his stunts
+in vain. Seeing that he must try some other
+way to comfort his pal, he stood in thought
+for a moment. Then he bounded off down
+the street to a place where another family with
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span>children lived. Presently he came dashing back
+with a woolly dog in his mouth, which he
+dropped into Junior’s pen, much to the delight
+of the crying youngster.</p>
+
+<p>Bob also told another story about a dog
+who was fond of scrambled eggs.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Scrambled Eggs</span></h4>
+
+<p>Snappy was a small Irish terrier who was
+fond of scrambled eggs. As his owners were
+obliged to buy their eggs at a good price,
+he did not get one as often as he would have
+liked. So he would go to the back of the lot
+and lie there until he heard a neighbor’s hen
+cackle. Immediately he would crawl through
+a hole in the fence, and presently return with
+an egg in his mouth. He would carry the egg
+to the kitchen, lay it very carefully on the floor,
+and wait patiently by it until some one had
+time to cook it for him. No objections were
+made, as the neighbor thought this was so
+clever of him.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">POLICE DOG STORIES</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>All were eager to hear what the German police
+dog would have to tell, as they knew he must
+have been able to gather from his grandparents
+some thrilling tales, because they went through
+the war and were at the very center of activities.
+However, he was unable to get many of the
+facts from them, as their experiences had been
+so painful that they had come to America to
+recover and to forget about them.</p>
+
+<p>One member of the family, however, had been
+cited for bravery, and they loved to sing the
+praises of poor old “Marne,” of whom they
+told the story. All of the dogs wept upon
+hearing about this war hero. After their eyes
+were dry, they asked for another story from
+the police dog. This time it was a detective
+story, with old Tip as the hero.</p>
+
+<p>The police dog was a born story-teller, and
+his contact with so many different kinds of dogs
+and men had given him a store of knowledge
+far beyond his years. So he was applauded
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span>until he responded with a narrative about one
+of his own country’s species, Fritz, who was
+German through and through.</p>
+
+<p>After this story, the police dog, who had
+consumed all of the time at this session, was
+excused and relieved of any more punishment.
+The Judge was pleased with his conduct through
+it all.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Marne, the War Hero</span></h4>
+
+<p>It is a long reach from the battlefields of
+France to the fashionable dog show at a notable
+hotel in southern California, but one of the
+veterans of the World War made it. With sad
+and solemn eyes, he viewed the scene around
+him, reminding one of those old men who turn
+up from retirement to march or to be driven in
+the parades at the reunions of the Grand Army
+of the Republic, aged and worn, so far as looks
+go, but with dear old souls washed white with
+deeds of bravery.</p>
+
+<p>Thus it was with our war hero, who, surrounded
+by yelping, barking blue-bloods, was
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span>“sitting in” at the dog exhibit, not “listening
+in,” for he was almost deaf from his injuries
+received on the battlefield.</p>
+
+<p>Marne was an ambulance dog who served
+with gallantry throughout the recent war. He
+came through, and was accepted and decorated
+by the French government for bravery, but for
+his glory he paid a dear price. He had been
+gassed. This, as many who served in the war
+can testify, takes something out of the very soul
+of a man. It had the same effect on Marne,
+who at ten years of age was an old dog.</p>
+
+<p>He was lying silent and dignified among the
+other entries, but with an accumulation of wisdom
+impossible to any of the pedigreed dogs
+about him.</p>
+
+<p>When he was only three months old, this
+heroic dog was given to the French government.
+After six months’ training, he was sent to the
+battlefields to find the dead and wounded.
+From these trips into “No Man’s Land,” he
+would come back with either a button or a
+stone on his stretcher. A button meant a
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span>wounded man, and a stone bore mute testimony
+of one having “gone west.”</p>
+
+<p>Both the British and the French are under
+obligations to faithful dogs for service on the
+fields of battle. If these dear, brave dogs could
+talk, what stories they would tell!</p>
+
+<p>Thanks to the gentle heart of a dear lady
+who appreciates real worth and brave deeds
+above mere good breeding in a dog, Marne has
+been given a pleasant home, and his wounds
+that have never healed are given proper care.
+Though there is a far-away look in his eyes,
+and he has the appearance of one who has known
+sorrow which he cannot forget, this dear old
+comrade seems contented.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Old Tip</span></h4>
+
+<p>Tip was not much of a dog, so far as looks
+go—never had been, even in his young doghood
+days. There was too much of just ordinary
+dog in his ancestry. He was part hound, which
+gave him those floppy, big ears and that long,
+lean body. His tail, which was not long
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span>enough for a real, honest-to-goodness hound to
+have, was somewhat like that of his grandmother,
+who was a mongrel with some shepherd
+blood. From this tail Tip acquired his
+name, for on the end of it was a white tip. The
+rest of his body was brown, shading into yellow,
+which, had he been of more aristocratic lineage,
+would have been <i>golden brown</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Fate often picks just ordinary men in the
+lowly walks of life for the laurels. Such was
+the case with Tip, who was no longer young,
+and moreover was afflicted with rheumatism,
+caused by his having no suitable place to sleep
+on cold, dark nights. He was chosen in his
+old days to perform the crowning act of his life
+and to become a hero.</p>
+
+<p>The old corncrib with the leaky roof was
+Tip’s bedroom. He had only one old grain
+sack to lie upon. On one of those cold, rainy
+nights in November, it happened. It was just
+the time of year when every farmer’s wife is
+counting on returns for her summer’s work,
+through the marketing of her nice, fat poultry;
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span>and it was also the season when poultry thieves
+thrive and are busy plying their unlawful business.</p>
+
+<p>Tip had only that evening helped his mistress
+round up every stray fowl on the place, and she
+had shut them securely in the chicken house,
+to be ready for the buyer who was due in the
+morning to purchase the fat hens and turkeys.
+Tip had inspected the premises for the last
+time. Then, considering it safe to do so, he
+had turned around twice, as is the habit of all
+dogs, and laid down to sleep.</p>
+
+<p>After his first nap, he awoke. Did he hear
+or scent something? Not yet really wide
+awake, he sat up, flapping back his big ears in
+order to hear more clearly. Surely that sound
+was something worth giving attention to. He
+would investigate. Stretching his long body
+to awaken it fully, he looked out, and what he
+saw was a small light on the end of something
+that looked, to him, like a stick. It was up
+against the poultry house door.</p>
+
+<p>Now, as I told you, Tip was old and had
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span>gained wisdom with years. A younger dog
+would have been more rash; but not Tip. He
+was cautious. Slipping around the corner, he
+waited to see what would happen. Soon he
+saw the door open and two men enter the
+poultry house. Now was his chance for action.
+Bounding behind the door, he slammed it shut.
+As he did so, the bolt slipped into place and,
+as the key, which had been left in the keyhole,
+fell out at the same time, he had his prisoners
+secure. Then he did some lusty barking. Such
+whoops of “bow-wow!” such howls did he set
+up, that in a short time he had the family
+aroused.</p>
+
+<p>This action of his was the means of breaking
+up an organized band of poultry thieves in that
+neighborhood; and this feat also earned poor
+old Tip his laurels.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">FRITZ, WHO KNEW ONLY GERMAN</h3>
+<p class="center">(<i>As Told in the Presence of the Police Dog by a Lady</i>)</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Once when I was motoring through the middle
+states with my husband, who had dealings
+with the farmers of that part of the country, we
+drew up to the door of a German-American
+farmer, who, on seeing us, came out to ask what
+was our business. As he did so, out bounded
+the biggest piece of dog flesh I had ever seen.
+At first I thought it was a calf, but when a huge
+mouth opened and let out a “bow-wow,” I saw
+it was an immense Dane. On the dog came,
+ready, it seemed, to tear us to pieces; but the
+farmer caught him by the collar and, talking
+to him in German, led him back into the house.</p>
+
+<p>As it was a cold, wintry day, the farmer
+asked me to go inside where it was warm. Wishing
+to do so, but still remembering that dog, I
+hesitated. The man insisted, saying his wife
+would take care of me. I went.</p>
+
+<p>These people, like many of their kind, live most
+of their cold weather days in the kitchen, where
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span>they can cook and keep warm at the same time.
+Their cookstove was an old fashioned wood one.
+The oven, when not used for baking pies and
+bread, or thawing out the men’s feet, was piled
+full of wood to dry for fuel; I learned that it
+was Fritz who supplied the wood for the drying
+process.</p>
+
+<p>I entered and was invited by the wife to take
+a seat near the stove. I did so, looking around
+to see where the Dane might be. I spied him
+behind the stove, pretending to sleep. Soon
+the stove needed more wood. The wife took
+some from the oven and replenished the fire.
+Fritz got up, came around and looked inside
+the oven to see how much was left. As he was
+quite near me at the time, I spoke to him and
+attempted to pet him. The look he gave me
+was discouraging, but he turned to his mistress,
+as though inquiring what was wanted of him.
+She spoke to him in German. Turning around,
+he wagged his tail, and gave me a genuine dog
+smile, before returning to his place behind the
+stove to finish his nap.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_092.jpg" width="450" height="612" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Fritz Supplied the Wood for the Fire</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span>Presently the two men came in. The farmer
+took more wood from the oven. Fritz was
+watching the oven with evident concern; at
+last, when only a few sticks were left, he ran to
+the door, and with his paw unlatched and
+opened it. Soon he returned with a stick of
+wood in his jaws. He laid it down by the
+stove, and repeated the process until the little
+old oven was full again. This done, he went
+across to the cupboard, sat down, and barked
+until he was served with a lunch. His owners
+explained that they talked to him only in
+German, although they spoke very good
+English; and they added that no amount of
+money would induce them to part with him.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Ted the Water Spaniel</span></h4>
+
+<p>Next on the docket was Ted, the water
+spaniel. When Ted was called to jury duty,
+he gave his occupation as “mascot.” He had
+sailed the seas, having gone on a cruise around
+the world on a big battleship. When not on
+mascot duty, he was engaged in catching rats
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span>that infested the ship’s hold. He was an excellent
+sailor and loved the water. The crew, all
+of whom were fond of him, enjoyed teaching
+him many clever tricks.</p>
+
+<p>He was a good sport and would allow the
+men to throw him into the water, which they
+did just for the fun of seeing him swim back to
+them. Also, he was a most comical looking
+animal when he was wet. He would dive for
+an egg in ten or twelve feet of water; and would
+pick a piece of money from a pail of water.</p>
+
+<p>There was not a lazy bone in his body. He
+was always up to something. It was a laughable
+sight to see him, with his long ears and
+topknot, sitting up on his haunches to beg for
+what he wanted. When he was asked what
+he would do for his country, he would salute the
+flag and play dead. Many other interesting
+stunts he did to entertain the sailors and the
+officers of the big ship.</p>
+
+<p>When the great guns boomed, he would hide
+and stay hidden until all the smoke had cleared
+away, when he would come cautiously out from
+his place of concealment, looking as if he were
+asking, “Is it all over?”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span></p>
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_095.jpg" width="450" height="618" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Ted Performed Many Stunts to Entertain the Sailors</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span>Of his ancestral history, he knew nothing
+whatever, as he was picked up from the street
+in Liverpool by a sailor. Ever since he had
+followed the sea; but now he was retired and
+living a quiet life. Though he missed the companionship
+of the sailors and the wide ocean,
+he was happy when he could be taken to the
+beaches. At other times, he bathed in the
+fountains, which he was doing on the day when
+Princess met him.</p>
+
+<p>The next story, which he related, was one
+he had heard some one telling his mistress.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Blood Will Tell</span></h4>
+
+<p>My friends lived on a farm, which was situated
+in that part of the country where storms
+and floods were frequent. A stream, quite a
+small river, in fact, divided their land, the house
+being on one side of the stream and the pasture
+lands on the other. The connecting link was a
+bridge over the stream.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[97]</span>On one occasion, after a heavy storm, this
+stream was swollen beyond its banks. It became
+a seething, rushing torrent, carrying the
+bridge away, leaving no way, except to make
+a detour of five miles, by which the cows could
+come from the pasture to the barn. A council
+was held, and ways and means were discussed.
+The question was, how were they to get those
+milkers across to the other side? Everyone
+had some suggestion. Their little mongrel dog,
+within whose veins flowed a strain of water
+spaniel, sat blinking his eyes, and holding his
+own council.</p>
+
+<p>When the family had given up in despair
+and returned to the house, the dog swam across
+to the pasture. He rounded up the herd and,
+driving them before him, swam the stream again,
+keeping the cows ahead of him until they were
+safe on the other side. Every day he repeated
+this performance until the bridge was built.</p>
+
+<p>The water spaniel recollected another story
+about a dog named Prince. This one he had
+heard a gentleman telling his owner.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[98]</span></p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Prince Helps His Master to Get a Job</span></h4>
+
+<p>The actions of this smart little dog show that
+dogs often display a degree of reason.</p>
+
+<p>A young man was searching for a position.
+He was unsuccessful in finding the one suited
+to his qualifications. He returned home, tired
+and discouraged, and threw himself on a couch
+to rest. His small dog Prince saw with an
+understanding eye that something was worrying
+his master. He went off to his own corner
+in the lower part of the house, where the telephone
+was located, but he did not go to sleep
+as did his master. He had to think things
+over as to the cause of his master’s troubles.</p>
+
+<p>Presently the telephone rang. Prince bounded
+upstairs, two steps at a time, barking lustily
+all the way. He pulled at the young man’s
+coat to awaken him, and told him as best he
+could to answer the phone. His master did so,
+with the result that he learned that a good
+position was open to him—a place of trust with
+a good firm—which he readily accepted.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[99]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">GYP, THE GARBAGE MAN’S DOG</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>Gyp, the garbage man’s dog, was next. He
+was somewhat sullen, having seen life on its
+seamy side, and he was as full of experiences as
+an egg is of meat.</p>
+
+<p>As has been previously related, he disliked
+all phases of the law, and wasn’t enjoying this
+court scene very much. However, a few more
+experiences would make little difference in his
+checkered life.</p>
+
+<p>When he gave his name and address, he was
+asked if he had ever been in court before, to which
+he made the humiliating reply that he had,
+though he was not to blame for it. As Judges
+in general do not care to listen to excuses about
+the past, there was no chance for an explanation.
+Because this was not his first offense, and because
+he came from the lower ranks of life,
+although he had good blood; for he was a shepherd
+dog, and shepherd dogs are related to the
+great collie family, aristocrats in dogdom. But
+poor Gyp, being seen daily under the garbage
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[100]</span>wagon, was looked upon as a suspicious character.</p>
+
+<p>Now Gyp was not deserving of this opinion
+from any one. He was as honest and faithful
+as any of them. More temptation had been
+thrown in his way, and he had been able to
+withstand it better than some weaker ones. He
+would not lie, would not steal nor cheat. But
+he would fight. And it was due to this failing
+that he had a story to tell. We will leave it
+to you, dear reader, to decide if he was not
+justified at least in this one case.</p>
+
+<p>Gyp said he hoped that all dogs were now
+taking this course in “higher standards of living.”
+If they did, there might be no further
+occasion for his having to use his implements
+of warfare. Nevertheless, he would keep his
+teeth in good condition, and his claws well
+whetted. In fact, he thought preparedness was
+the best policy for all dogs. They need not
+actually fight, but just threaten to scrap if other
+dogs disregarded their rights.</p>
+
+<p>His story was a thrilling one about mistaken
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[101]</span>identity, and the innocent having to suffer for
+the sins of others. His master was his idol.
+For him, Gyp would die if necessary. Neither
+he nor his master had always been just what
+they were now, for both had seen better times.</p>
+
+<p>One dark night a crime was committed. Gyp’s
+master, though not guilty, was caught in the
+meshes of the police dragnet instead of the real
+culprit, and he was taken to jail to await trial
+for the crime some one else had committed.</p>
+
+<p>When he failed to return in the morning,
+Gyp started out to find him. Taking up the
+trail, he found it led to the jail. Of course he
+was not allowed in the building, but he hung
+around, leaving only at night and when he was
+hungry. At night he had to return home to
+keep watch over the little boy and his mother.
+It was his job to take care of them, now that
+his master was gone.</p>
+
+<p>Gyp had a double responsibility. The wife
+and little boy must be protected, and he must
+be on hand at the jail should a need come for
+him there. With all of this worry, he was
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[102]</span>growing very thin. Also he did not have
+enough to eat, for not many luxuries in the way
+of meat were brought into the little home now,
+and he was too busy just watching, to hunt for
+stray bones and things like that.</p>
+
+<p>At last the day of the trial came, and his
+master was taken from the jail across the courtyard
+to the room where the hearing was to be
+held. That was Gyp’s opportunity. Following the
+crowd into the court room, he slipped in before
+any one knew he was there. Waiting his chance,
+he edged his way to where his master was and
+lay down at his feet. He was hoping he would
+be allowed to stay right through to the end;
+but he was disappointed, for hardly had he
+settled himself when some one took hold of his
+collar and roughly dragged him out, giving him
+a kick. Just who was the <i>dumb brute</i> in this
+case? That was the last he saw of his beloved
+master for some time. Do you wonder Gyp
+did not like courts and trials?</p>
+
+<p>He returned home, for now he must devote
+his whole time to the family. The little boy
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[103]</span>must be protected when he went to the corner
+grocery. Gyp would not permit another dog
+to come near the child. It was at this time that
+the dog’s fighting blood rose. He would go
+ahead of the boy when he was crossing the
+street, and the kindly traffic officer, being their
+friend, would hold back the crowd until they
+were over.</p>
+
+<p>One day, after having piloted his little charge
+safely home, Gyp took a walk down the street
+past some fine houses where a small dog was
+lying on a nice lawn. He saw a big hound dog
+come from another direction and go up to the
+small dog, sniffing and mumbling a war-growl.
+Gyp stopped to see what would happen.
+Presently something that gave offense to the
+small dog passed between the two, and he set
+his teeth in the left hind leg of the big dog.
+Then the trouble started. Seeing the small dog
+was getting the worst of it, Gyp entered the
+fray, letting the little fellow out of it, and he
+and the hound rolled over and over on those
+fine flower beds.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[104]</span>The ladies who lived in the house were screaming
+over the phone to police headquarters. But
+in their nervousness they succeeded only in making
+the chief believe some one was being killed.
+At once that official dispatched the police wagon.
+It came, bringing along with the police a newspaper
+reporter who wanted to get <i>first</i> news
+for his paper. All were disappointed. As the
+hound had sneaked off, Gyp was left to bear
+the entire blame. The police summoned the
+dog catcher.</p>
+
+<p>The only protector of the little family around
+the corner was about to be taken away, when
+who should appear but the friendly traffic officer,
+who knew Gyp and came to his rescue. He
+testified to the dog’s good character and vouched
+for his keeping the peace. After being patted
+on the head and admonished by his friend “to
+be a good dog,” Gyp was allowed to go back to
+his post of duty—watching the little family.</p>
+
+<p>Time dragged around to Christmas. Then
+the governor learned that a mistake had been
+made in the case of Gyp’s master. The master
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[105]</span>was released from prison and permitted to go
+home.</p>
+
+<p>It was a joyous holiday for them all. The
+judge who had tried the case, desiring to make
+amends for the error, offered to help the good
+master to get work in the city’s garbage disposal
+division. But the poor fellow was so
+humiliated, and his health so broken, that he
+decided to go to a warmer climate, where he
+could be out in the sunshine and regain his
+strength.</p>
+
+<p>The judge, feeling that an injustice had been
+done the man, wrote to the mayor of this
+southern town where Gyp and his master had
+gone. This recommendation caused the master
+to be put on the pay roll, so the faithful dog
+and his beloved owner were now partners in
+this business of gathering the waste of the city.</p>
+
+<p>It was through those friendly little dachshunds
+that Gyp had become involved in this
+mess. Now, however, there seemed to be a
+better feeling established among all of them,
+and the story which Gyp told them had the
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[106]</span>effect of enlisting their sympathy and admiration,
+so that things looked brighter for him.</p>
+
+<p>Presently Gyp was not “only the garbage
+man’s dog.” He was counted a real hero by the
+better class of dogs, and if they were free to
+follow their own natural inclinations, they would
+be real friendly with him; but there were their
+owners to contend with, and for their amusement,
+they would, they supposed, have to go
+on suppressing their good impulses. At any
+rate, all of them promised themselves that they
+would speak to Gyp when no one was watching
+them. Yes, they would even go out to the
+garbage wagon when they could, and they would
+not feel “uppish” toward him any more.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[107]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">THE LAUNDRESS’S DOG</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>The laundress’s dog was, as everyone said,
+just a yellow dog. But he was one of those
+creatures whose “yellow” was all on the outside—there
+were no yellow streaks under his skin.
+Being just plain dog has a significance all its
+own, as, in order to be any kind of a dog, one
+must have forefathers. It is highly probable
+that some of those ancestors were worth while
+in the case of this dog, and had handed down to
+their offspring some good traits.</p>
+
+<p>Mandy, the colored laundress, had found him
+one morning, when she was on her way to work.
+He was a little fellow then, and he was cold and
+hungry. They lived in the state of Texas where
+the cotton grows. No doubt, the pup had
+started to follow some worker to the fields and
+became lost. When Mandy coaxed him to
+follow her, he did not hesitate, especially as her
+clothing was scented with breakfast bacon.</p>
+
+<p>Together they had lived ever since, with Sam,
+Mandy’s husband. Now, Sam had ambitions
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[108]</span>above being always a cotton field hand. He
+had heard there were better chances for colored
+people in the north. Tales of wealth accumulated
+by chauffeurs and waiters with nice, fat
+tips, had filtered through to the cotton field
+workers, and they were leaving as fast as the
+price of a Ford car could be saved. Mandy
+helped by going out as many days as she could
+spare from her home and church duties, as she
+was a very devoted church worker.</p>
+
+<p>Buff, as Mandy called him, on account of his
+pale yellow color, had fallen into a good home.
+With Sam’s ambitions and Mandy’s piety,
+things ran smoothly in this home.</p>
+
+<p>Having purchased a car, they loaded into it
+everything it would hold, and started north.
+Buff’s quarters were close, but he managed to
+be comfortable. It was better any way than
+riding on the running board. The chickens
+were riding there, while, on the other side, the
+family goat was enthroned. Sam was a good
+provider and his family were never in want of
+something to eat.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[109]</span>Having at last become fairly settled in their
+new home, Mandy and Buff would go out to
+work several days each week. One of the houses
+where they worked was the Judge’s, so Buff
+was quite well known to the Airedales.</p>
+
+<p>Buff’s story, while not dealing with his ancestors,
+was interesting. He knew many stories
+about clever dogs, with whom he was acquainted,
+and he had done some fine things himself; but,
+being a modest dog, and having always been
+looked down upon in the south, where he came
+from, he was known only as Sam’s and Mandy’s
+“yaller cur.” All of this was depressing and
+made him self-conscious and bashful.</p>
+
+<p>The Judge, understanding how poor Buff felt,
+drew him out to talk about himself. Buff,
+too, had his ambitions, it appeared. Always
+he had desired to be a hunter. How he had
+longed to accompany Sam and his neighbors
+on their coon hunting trips! But Sam would
+not permit it. Buff was too small. It took
+husky dogs, like the hounds, with their big,
+floppy ears. Buff must remain at home.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[110]</span>Lying in front of the fire, he would stretch
+out, fall asleep and dream. His body would
+tremble; the muscles of his legs would twitch;
+he would prick up his ears, and go through all
+kinds of contortions. Then, jumping up, he
+would run out of the house, and bark in answer
+to the baying of the hounds, miles away. Back
+he would come and lie down, with a satisfied
+look at Mandy, as much as to say, “We got
+him!” This was as near as he ever came to
+having his ambition gratified.</p>
+
+<p>The Judge requested Buff to tell about the
+time little Simon Peter, who lived next door to
+Sam and Mandy, fell in the water. So embarrassed
+was Buff at having to face all these
+eager eyes and lolling tongues, that he stood
+first on one foot, then on another. In his
+modesty, he made as little as possible of the
+part he had taken in the affair.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[111]</span></p>
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_111.jpg" width="450" height="615" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Simon Peter and Buff</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[112]</span>Simon Peter was a little pickaninny, who
+would lay his woolly head on the sleeping dog
+and take his afternoon nap. One day, Simon
+Peter’s mammy was washing, as she too was a
+laundress, but of the home-loving variety. The
+pickaninny loved wash day. He and Buff were
+left in the kitchen, where the laundry work was
+done, while his mammy hung out the clothes.
+It gave him an opportunity to get into lots of
+things which otherwise would be forbidden.</p>
+
+<p>On this particular day, his mother had
+stopped to hold a bit of conversation with Sister
+White, who lived at the back of their lot. There
+were some matters concerning a church festival
+of which she must know the particulars.</p>
+
+<p>In the house the little brown baby and the
+yellow dog were having a happy time. With
+a dilapidated looking Teddy bear in his arms,
+Simon Peter was investigating everything.
+Among other things which the laundress had
+been using, was a candy pail. In it was some
+water. It was clean water, for, when Simon
+Peter looked into it, he saw a baby and a Teddy
+bear. Reaching for the bear, he lost his balance.</p>
+
+<p>Just then Buff, who was busy gnawing a
+bone, looked up and saw a pair of chubby
+brown legs sticking up out of the pail. Sensing
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[113]</span>what had happened, he climbed up on the side
+of the pail, and, adding his weight to that of
+the baby, managed to tip the bucket over, and
+the pickaninny crawled out.</p>
+
+<p>Buff then ran to where the two “sisters” were
+in the depth of a discussion about church
+matters, and commenced jumping up and down,
+and running back and forth to attract their
+attention. Sister White took notice and inquired,
+“What’s the matter with that fool dog?”
+Simon Peter’s mammy took the hint. Running
+to the house, she found her little brown
+baby sitting in a puddle of water, and she saw
+that he was dripping wet.</p>
+
+<p>This was such a good story the dogs wanted
+another from Buff, and he promised that at the
+next session he would tell them about Whitey,
+another mongrel of his acquaintance. So when
+the time came he told his second story.</p>
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[114]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_114.jpg" width="450" height="615" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Whitey and Her Mistress</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[115]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">THE DEVOTION OF WHITEY</h3>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>Whitey was only a mongrel, a cross between
+a spitz dog and an English bull.</p>
+
+<p>We can imagine that Whitey had inherited
+from her gentle, affectionate spitz mother, the
+devotion which this occasion brought into play.
+This trait, coupled with the persistence and
+tenacity of her English bull father, enabled her
+to enact the part she did.</p>
+
+<p>Whitey’s mistress, who was getting along in
+years, was alone in the world, having only her
+faithful dog for company. So the two became
+devoted to each other. When the little old
+lady went out on errands, Whitey guarded her
+most carefully.</p>
+
+<p>One day the sun was very hot and the old
+lady seemed more unsteady than usual. Whitey,
+looking at her mistress, noticed that she was
+very pale. Then she saw her mistress sway
+and fall. The dog was frightened and barked
+furiously. Seeing a policeman down the street,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[116]</span>she ran barking to him, and then back to her
+fainting mistress.</p>
+
+<p>Understanding what had occurred, the officer
+called an ambulance and started with the little
+old lady to the hospital. Whitey, who was no
+longer young herself, gathered herself together.
+She was not invited to ride in the ambulance
+with her mistress. As a matter of fact, no one
+noticed the anxious, woe-begone little mongrel.
+So there was nothing for her to do but follow
+the ambulance.</p>
+
+<p>As it threaded its way in and out, shrieking
+and making ear-splitting, frightful noises,
+Whitey followed. Dodging the traffic as best
+she could, and dreadfully tired, she followed her
+mistress to she knew not where.</p>
+
+<p>Arriving shortly after her mistress was carried
+into the hospital, Whitey stood at the door,
+sniffing and barking. Finally she heard some
+one coming out of that door. This was her
+chance. In she sprang, nearly tripping up the
+big policeman, but getting in where her beloved
+mistress was. Yelping joyously, she wagged
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[117]</span>her tail with satisfaction. Her happiness was
+short-lived, however, for, in an instant a rough
+hand had her by the back of the neck and
+yanked her out to the street.</p>
+
+<p>Then the English bull portion of Whitey
+manifested itself. Such scratching and clawing
+as she did at that door! She begged, she
+entreated to be admitted, until, finally, she was
+allowed to go in. All afternoon, she lay on the
+foot of her mistress’s cot, looking her sympathy
+and love, and hoping she would soon help to
+take the dear mistress back to their home,
+where they would again be happy. And indeed
+it was not long before this hope was fulfilled.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[118]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">THE RUSSIAN PRINCESS</h3>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>Princess, having been “over” only a short
+time, and being unaccustomed to American
+ways, could tell only of her far-away Russia.</p>
+
+<p>Her story was so sad that all were glad it
+was not a long one. They hoped that after
+she had been longer in our beautiful America,
+she would be able to forget those dark days of
+her own country. They hoped too that Russia,
+where these graceful hounds live, would see
+better times, and that no more cruel wars would
+wreck her government.</p>
+
+<p>Princess was made acquainted with all the
+dogs in the park. Each in turn gave her a
+welcoming sniff, and assured her they would
+try to make it pleasant for her, so she would
+forget the tragedies of her native land.</p>
+
+<p>She became a noted figure when led along the
+paths in the park. No one could look at her
+without their minds reverting to that terrible
+war and those helpless princesses of Russia,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[119]</span>and the brave women who took up arms against
+their enemies during the reign of terror.</p>
+
+<p>The story Princess told was one she had heard
+in England. When she was a puppy, she was
+taken by an English sailor, who was returning
+home from the far East. At the kennel where
+she was finally left, she looked more like a young
+sheep than a dog. With her long legs, long
+tail, long head, small ears, and soft, silky coat,
+she was entirely unlike such dogs as Pixie or
+Ruby.</p>
+
+<p>At the English kennels, which belonged to
+some of the nobility, she was well cared for.
+They were reluctant to part with her, but being
+in straitened circumstances since the war, they
+needed all the money they could get. So, when
+her present owners were traveling in that country
+and offered a good price for her, she was
+allowed to come to America. That was how it
+came about that she now was telling her story
+to a group of American dogs.</p>
+
+<p>In discussing the merits of the wolfhounds to
+prospective buyers, the keeper of the kennels
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[120]</span>would tell that Princess was related to the
+beautiful Russian hounds belonging to the Czar.
+Often, he would say, before the war, the lovely
+princesses were seen leading these graceful white
+creatures through the park around the royal
+palace at Petrograd. When the royal family
+was destroyed, these dogs were scattered to the
+four corners of the earth, as they were sold or
+carried off by marauding armies. The Princess
+was fortunate in falling into the hands of
+the English, who are great lovers of dogs. She
+could never think of her ancestors, and of how
+fond they must have been of those sweet princesses,
+without deep emotion; but, as there were
+no princesses in this country, she would try to
+forget.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[121]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">THE MILKMAN’S DOG DAN</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>The milkman’s dog Dan was half and half,
+shepherd and collie, his father being a full-blood
+shepherd, and his beautiful mother, whom he
+did not remember, being Scotch collie. Shep,
+his father, lived all his life—and he attained a
+ripe old age—on the place where he was born
+and raised.</p>
+
+<p>Dan loved the dairy farm. The fresh, foaming
+milk that remained in the straining pails
+was always his, and the cats had all they could
+drink of it. Also there were lots of rats and
+rabbits to chase. In fact, it was an ideal place
+for a dog of his tastes to live. He knew all the
+cows by name. It was necessary only to tell
+him to bring up the cows—“all but Bess and
+Jane,” and he would do it. Starting the herd
+ahead, he would get in front of those two young
+heifers, and, separating them from the rest,
+chase them back to the woods pasture again.</p>
+
+<p>The trip into town to deliver the milk—how
+much fun he got out of that! It was no hardship
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[122]</span>to be aroused from his comfortable, warm
+bed in the straw, and to have the driver say,
+“Come on, old boy, we are ready to start.”</p>
+
+<p>Dan would stretch himself, yawn, and indicate
+by this that he, too, was ready. He
+would sit beside the driver, and off they would
+go through the early dawn and the frosty air.</p>
+
+<p>Dan was always pleased when they delivered
+milk to houses where there were little children,
+and at the hospitals where the patients were
+waiting to have it for their breakfasts. At one
+house the driver would leave a double portion,
+because there were twin boys there. Dan hoped
+that some day he would get to see these little
+boys. Then one day something happened that
+they were delayed. It was later than usual
+when they were returning home, and, as they
+were passing by the house where the twins lived,
+Dan had his wish, for there they were, sitting
+on the lawn. Each had a bottle of milk, and
+they were drinking away as contentedly as could
+be.</p>
+
+<p>How happy Dan was to think he had helped
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[123]</span>in this way to furnish food for those adorable
+twins!</p>
+
+<p>They drove on down the street and passed
+the children’s hospital. There, out in the sun,
+he caught a glimpse of wheeled chairs with
+children in them. On stands beside many of
+them were glasses of milk, perhaps from Dan’s
+dairy. (At least he felt a proprietary interest
+in it.) Also at the school-lunch counters, he
+saw the children drinking milk. Then he got
+to thinking, what if he did have to work rather
+hard bringing up the cows and helping around
+the barn, wasn’t it worth while? What would
+become of all these children if he didn’t work?</p>
+
+<p>The other dogs hoped he would keep on at
+his present occupation, as most of them liked
+milk themselves. Especially were Pixie and
+Petite anxious that there should always be milk
+for making the good things of which they were
+fond.</p>
+
+<p>Few of them had ever seen the milkman’s dog
+before, as he made his trips before it was their
+hour for rising. They were eager for him to
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[124]</span>tell more about himself and his family, so he
+promised to tell the story of his grandfather,
+Sandy, who had been a useful and faithful member
+of dogdom.</p>
+
+<p>In the days of horse-drawn vehicles, some
+dogs had a foolish habit of running in front of
+every horse they saw coming, and barking at
+their heels. Of course, none of the dogs in this
+group knew anything about this bad habit.
+It was before their day. Now, Sandy despised
+this ill-mannered action, and would stop it every
+time he had a chance. The young dogs on the
+place where he lived wouldn’t have dared to do
+it. He had them trained. But some other
+dogs were not so well raised. Sitting at the
+corner where two roads crossed, he would watch,
+and, whenever a dog would start barking at a
+horse, he would go after the dog and give him
+what he deserved.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[125]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">THE WHIPPETS</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>One evening, while the story-telling class was
+in session, there came into the park two men
+and two dogs. All looked tired and dusty, as
+if they had come a long way afoot.</p>
+
+<p>The men threw themselves down on the grass
+to rest. The dogs, who were different from the
+usual park types, were lean and graceful, clean-cut
+racers. They were whippets, or, as some
+call them, “snap dogs.”</p>
+
+<p>They were indeed tired and had come a long
+distance to rest. After taking a drink from the
+fountain, they too stretched out beside the men
+to take a nap. But, being unable to sleep
+after the thrilling experiences of the day, they
+started up and began investigating the park
+and the people in it. First they visited the
+different groups and watched the children at
+play. Then they wandered over to the corner
+where the dog’s court was in session.</p>
+
+<p>The whippets had just come from a country
+fair, which was being held in an adjoining
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[126]</span>county. There, besides the horse races and
+automobile races, one of the attractions was a
+whippet race, in which they had taken part.</p>
+
+<p>They approached the court corner, and stood
+at a respectful distance until Ruby was through
+with a story she was telling about two little
+Skyes. During the applause, the whippets drew
+nearer. In making observations as to the size
+of the dogs assembled there, they noticed that
+the Judge was a much larger dog than they
+were. Also there were others there that would
+be more than a match for them should any
+unpleasantness arise. They, however, could get
+away from the others, with no danger of being
+overtaken, so swiftly could they run.</p>
+
+<p>As the Judge exhibited only the friendliest
+feelings toward them in his welcome, they joined
+the circle. This, thought the Judge, is to be
+a test of the sincerity of the desire of the dogs
+in the class “to live and let live,” and he was
+much pleased with their behavior. The good
+seed he was trying to sow was taking root, and
+they were losing some of their selfishness.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[127]</span>The story which Ruby had just finished was
+about two little Skyes, one of whom was vain
+and jealous; so, if Ruby could realize how
+wrong it was to permit such feelings to exist
+in one’s nature, it was a good indication that
+the Judge’s plan was a good one, and they
+would all be better dogs for it.</p>
+
+<p>The dogs all agreed to have the whippets
+with them during their stay in the park. The
+Princess recognized in them distant cousins. She
+too could do some sprinting when occasion
+called for it.</p>
+
+<p>The whippets, looking the crowd over, and
+scenting nothing to eat at this picnic, concluded,
+if these other dogs could have such a gathering
+in a park without eating, there must be something
+else very absorbing about it to hold them;
+so they decided to remain.</p>
+
+<p>When they were asked how they came to be
+racing dogs, one of them, who was less bashful
+than the other, told of their being trained when
+they were puppies for this very thing. They
+were encouraged to play tug-of-war—which all
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[128]</span>little pups love to do—and they were given a
+strong piece of cloth, or a rubber shoe, and they
+would pull and pull. This strengthened their
+muscles. Then a ball was thrown for them to
+run for, and the one who returned with it was
+given something to eat. Then two balls would
+be thrown and they would race after them. The
+one who had to go the farthest was rewarded.
+As they grew larger, they were taken on long
+hikes over the fields and country roads, where
+they would chase rabbits or any game they
+could scare up.</p>
+
+<p>Later, they began racing with horses and
+bicycles, farther and farther each time, until
+they could run two hundred yards, the handicap
+distance.</p>
+
+<p>One sorry thing about being a whippet is that
+these dogs never get to eat all they would like,
+as their weight must be kept down to fourteen
+pounds, or they become too heavy to run.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[129]</span></p>
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_129.jpg" width="450" height="617" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">“They Would Chase Rabbits or Any Game They Could Scare Up”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[130]</span>At the Fair it was advertised that the Whippet
+Brothers, famous racers, were to run and had
+challenged two other equally swift dogs for the
+race. A large purse was made up and the
+betting became lively. The other two whippets
+were not brothers, and were unused to team
+work, but, in every other respect, they were a
+match for the brothers, being of the same weight
+and age, and having had the same training
+and all.</p>
+
+<p>The bout was set for the morning, before
+the horse racing started. The crowd gathered
+around the grand stand, from where the dogs
+were to start. Each dog had been groomed
+and sleeked and their feathery tails were combed.
+All were clean-cut, snappy little dogs, ready for
+the start. The crowd was roped off on each side
+of the track. Then, one, two, three, the gong
+sounded, and they were off. Neck and neck
+they went until halfway to the goal, when one
+of the odd dogs crossed to the center of the track
+to get a better footing. This distracted his
+running mate for one fatal second. His partner
+leaving him alone on the off side of the road
+made this dog lose his grip on himself. He,
+too, tried to change his position, but in doing
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">[131]</span>so, he tripped and fell head on. Gathering
+himself up, he came limping after the racing
+dogs. Of course he lost out, but he was game
+to the end. The other three kept pace, on and
+on, until within a foot of the goal, when the odd
+dog shot across the line, amid the cheers and
+shouts of the onlookers. The Whippet Brothers
+lost the race, but it made no difference to them
+that their backers had lost money on them;
+they had done their best and had played a clean
+game.</p>
+
+<p>Running back to where the lame dog was,
+they both licked his sore leg and showed their
+sympathy. They were much better sports than
+their masters, who grudgingly lost to the other
+men, and took their ill will out on the dogs,
+kicking and abusing them, and, tired as they
+were, bringing them the whole distance to this
+town.</p>
+
+<p>During the description of this race, the group
+of dogs became so excited that it was all the
+police dog could do to prevent a small riot.
+The dogs who had any racing instinct in them,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[132]</span>like the Princess and Gyp, could scarcely make
+their legs behave during the narration. All
+were whining and yelping, and jumping up and
+down. It was useless to think of their quieting
+down again, so they were dismissed.</p>
+
+<p>All clamored for more from the whippets,
+who, traveling as they did, knew some very
+interesting stories; and they agreed, if their
+masters remained in this place long enough,
+and if the kind-hearted dogs really desired them
+to do so, they would tell the story of two setters
+and a mastiff they knew about.</p>
+
+<p>The whippets did remain over for another
+day, and they were on hand for the next session
+of the story-telling class. They were called on
+to tell their story first. They said it was a sad
+one, and they thought it was too bad that all
+dogs could not have the advantages of the good
+training these dogs were getting. Also, if they
+could do anything toward making the world
+better, they meant to try, always keeping their
+motto in mind.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[133]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">FIRE-FIGHTING DOGS</h3>
+</div>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Jess the Fire Company’s Dog</span></h4>
+
+<p>Jess, who was the fire company’s dog, was
+anxious to get as many of the dogs as he
+possibly could interested in joining the “Fire
+Brigade.” Membership in this organization
+was open only to dogs who were brave enough
+to risk their lives to protect life and property
+when these were endangered by fire.</p>
+
+<p>Jess had been the first dog to join, having
+become a member by adoption of the city “Protective
+League,” and a life member of the city
+Fire Department. Jess had a good record in
+his home town for courage, and this helped to
+establish him in this place, and at once he began
+working for the interests of the Brigade.</p>
+
+<p>He read to the dogs a report of some of the
+cases he had found among their fellow dogs,
+saying he felt encouraged that there would be
+no difficulty in enrolling a large percentage of
+the dogs.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[134]</span>Only that day he had heard of another case.
+A big retriever was often left in charge of a large
+home when the family was absent. He was
+never confined. He always had the range of
+the house. On this occasion the folks left early,
+to be gone all day. Not long after their departure,
+the neighbors heard the dog barking.
+Looking toward the house, they saw smoke issuing
+from the roof. The alarm was turned in,
+and soon everything was out of the house.</p>
+
+<p>But the dog refused to leave. Returning to
+the gutted house, he stationed himself on guard
+until his master came home. The smoke and
+the excitement, however, were too much for him.
+He survived the fire, the falling timbers and the
+heat, but his lungs had become so inflamed
+from the smoke that he died.</p>
+
+<p>“Such heroism,” said the Fire Brigade’s chief,
+“gets into our blood and makes all of us want
+to do something great.”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[135]</span></p>
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_135.jpg" width="450" height="607" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Bill Saves His Master</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[136]</span>The only requirement, in order to become a
+member of this noble order, was to report some
+act performed in prevention of fire or loss of
+life. All of the dogs agreed to keep their eyes
+open for opportunities to do something in this
+line.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Bill Becomes a Member</span></h4>
+
+<p>The very next day the Boston bull had his
+chance. He belonged to a young bachelor who
+lived alone, with only his faithful dog, Bill, for
+company. Now Bill was a privileged character
+who had the run of the place, and, during the
+day, had to receive all comers. His owner was
+the best of masters, but he had one fault. He
+would smoke in bed, lighting his pipe and reading
+until he fell asleep. Bill never approved of
+this. He was always expecting something to
+happen, and himself slept with one eye open as
+long as he could. Then, one night something
+did happen. The lighted pipe fell out of the
+sleeping man’s mouth. Bill smelled smoke,
+and jumped up just in time to pull the burning
+pillow off the bed, thus saving his master’s life
+and home.</p>
+
+<p>Bill became a member of the Fire Brigade.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[137]</span></p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">The Fire Brigade</span></h4>
+
+<p>We hear many stories of dogs being the means
+of saving property and lives in times of fire.
+They seem never to lose their heads, as it were,
+but generally do the most sensible thing under
+the circumstances.</p>
+
+<p>Here are some instances of heroic efforts on
+the part of these little benefactors, in recognition
+of which they are being enrolled in the Fire
+Brigade.</p>
+
+<p>Lady, a German police dog, who will be the
+only member of our company of her sex, is
+entitled to first place on the list. She put out
+a fire all by herself in a most heroic manner.
+Left alone in the house, she discovered a burning
+paper under a gasoline stove. Drawing the
+fire to her, she tore the paper to bits, pawing it
+until the fire was out. In so doing she burned
+her nose and paws severely. When her mistress
+returned and sat down, the dog laid her head
+in the lap of her mistress and whined most
+pitifully with pain. Needless to say, her injuries
+were carefully anointed and bandaged.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[138]</span>Another member of the fire brigade won his
+honors by alarming the family when something
+from a shelf above fell down on the stove, catching
+fire from the lighted pilot. He was alone
+in the kitchen when it happened, and ran barking
+into the other part of the house, and then
+back to the kitchen, until he succeeded in getting
+the family to follow and put out the fire.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">The Tramp Dog</span></h4>
+
+<p>And here is what was once a tramp dog, but
+we know he was not a tramp from choice. This
+dog did a good deed in return for a kindness
+shown him, in observance of the Golden Rule,
+which we should all remember.</p>
+
+<p>This poor dog, who was alone in the world
+and desperately hungry, saw a man come out of
+a butcher shop with a package of meat. Hunger
+had made his sense of smell so keen that even
+at a respectful distance he knew the stranger
+was a fair prospect. So the dog trotted along
+behind the man until he reached his home.</p>
+
+<p>The dog, being a tramp, knew his place was
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[139]</span>at the back door; so he lay there to wait until
+he should see some one come out to the garbage
+can, which soon happened. This person not
+only gave him the remains of the nice, juicy
+steak, but also spoke a kind word to him.
+Feeling that life was, after all, worth living, the
+dog decided to spend the night with these kindly
+people. During the night a fire broke out.
+The tramp, as he was called, ran to the window
+of the room where the man slept, and awakened
+him just in time to save his home.</p>
+
+<p>Needless to say, he was no longer a tramp dog.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Small but Brave</span></h4>
+
+<p>A lady was making a call on a neighbor next
+door, leaving her husband asleep on the bed,
+and her small dog to keep guard during her
+absence. She felt that all was secure. However,
+she had hung some stockings over the gas
+oven to dry, leaving the gas turned on. The
+oven became very hot and set fire to the stockings,
+and the flames spread to the window curtains.
+The dog, seeing what had happened, ran
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[140]</span>to the bed barking, but failed to arouse his
+master. Then he caught the covers in his teeth
+and pulled them off the sleeping man, who awoke
+just in time to save their home from a bad fire.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Duke</span></h4>
+
+<p>A dog named Duke saved a large factory from
+being burned by giving the alarm to the watchman.
+The man and the dog had just made
+the rounds and had seen that everything was all
+right. Then, after the watchman had punched
+the time clock, they left that part of the factory
+for another. The dog, who was watching every
+move that his master made, returned with him
+to the office from where they started. There
+they settled down to take a nap, until the alarm
+clock would arouse them to make the next round.</p>
+
+<p>The watchman, who was a sound sleeper, was
+soon snoring away, but not so with Duke. He
+seemed nervous and alert to every sound. In a
+few minutes he sprang up and barked loudly,
+waking his master, and ran to the door in an
+excited manner. The watchman, on going outside,
+saw a bright light at one corner of the
+factory. Running to this spot, he saw two men
+hurriedly leaving, with the dog in pursuit.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[141]</span></p>
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_141.jpg" width="450" height="615" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Duke Wins Honors</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[142]</span>He turned in the fire alarm, and when he telephoned
+to the police headquarters, what he
+heard in reply was, “Men taken. Holding your
+dog for identification.” When Duke was reinstated
+at the factory, he was given a new brass-mounted
+collar. He was also given a pension
+for life for having performed this noble deed.
+This fine fellow is doubly welcome in the Fire
+Brigade.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Jess</span></h4>
+
+<p>In one of the smaller cities is a fire company
+that has a tawny-colored Irish setter named
+Jess, who is a great favorite with all of the men.
+Jess knows all the “ins and outs” of the fire-fighting
+business, and is as helpful as it is possible
+for him to be. When there is no call for
+action, he lies contentedly in the sun waiting
+for the summons to duty.</p>
+
+<p>When an alarm is sent in, Jess is the first to
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[143]</span>respond. He runs first to one and then to
+another of the men, spurring them on to action
+and haste. Then he jumps into the chief’s car
+and seems to love to go tearing through the
+streets, having the right of way over everything.
+The ear-splitting screech of the siren is music to
+him. Arriving at the fire, he takes a position
+affording the best view, and where he will be the
+least hindrance to the firemen. He takes an
+intense interest in every move that is made.</p>
+
+<p>Once he entered a burning building. Going
+in by the back door, he ran up the stairs in that
+part of the building and aroused a man who was
+asleep, thereby saving his life. It was for this
+that Jess became a life member of that fire company;
+he was serving without pay, just for the
+love of being useful. After a fire is put out, he
+rides home in triumph on the fire engine, wearing
+a fireman’s hat. Jess will be an honorary
+member of our “Fire Brigade” if everybody is
+willing.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[144]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">THE JUDGE’S STORY</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>When the other dogs had finished with their
+stories, and the Judge was satisfied that they
+had done their best, he thanked them, and said
+he would now tell them some stories. First he
+would go back to his own family history, of
+which Bob was not able to tell a great deal, as
+he was young and not expected to take much
+interest in such things.</p>
+
+<p>“The Airedales are a very old and famous
+family of dogs,” proceeded the Judge. “The
+name is romantic, having originated from a
+river in Yorkshire, England, the River Aire.
+It is something to be proud of, to have a name
+suggested by a river; and then, to have a dale,
+which means a valley, attached to it. I close
+my eyes,” said the Judge, “and imagine I can
+see that beautiful green valley, with the river
+winding through it, and my ancestors living
+so peacefully there, enjoying a free and easy life,
+chasing rabbits and rascally badgers, with which
+the hills are infested.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[145]</span>“It is said of the Airedales that they were
+good swimmers, and how they must have enjoyed
+a plunge in the River Aire on a warm day.
+They were trusty, too. Baby could be left in
+their care with safety. So many good qualities
+are seldom found in just one breed of dogs.</p>
+
+<p>“While they were not noted for their beauty,
+nor for the sweetness of their voices, their many
+other good traits make amends for that.
+Beauty, after all, is only skin deep, and if there
+are no virtues below the surface to give it luster,
+it is not even skin deep. Whatever beauty
+the Airedale dog can lay claim to, is brought
+out by his inborn cleverness. Good deeds and
+good behavior have resulted in making a really
+homely dog into a world-wide favorite.”</p>
+
+<p>While the Judge was making this modest
+claim for his clan, little Pixie hung her head and
+blushed with embarrassment to think that she
+had ever been ashamed to play with Bob, because
+of his personal appearance. She then
+and there resolved to be more courteous to both
+Bob and his father, of whom she was becoming
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[146]</span>very fond, thinking him a wise judge and a
+good counsellor for all dogs.</p>
+
+<p>The Judge went on to say that it was recorded
+that one of his ancestors had won the first prize
+at a great dog show. The people of the country
+where this happened acclaimed him “King of
+the ring and King of the country.” Because of
+the fine qualities of the Airedales, he added, one
+of their number once became a member of the
+animal family at the White House, and was a
+favorite of the President of the United States
+and his lovely wife.</p>
+
+<p>“Were medals to be issued to dogs for bravery
+in saving lives, the Airedale family would have
+many souvenirs to hand down to their children.
+A noted musician tells of his dog, Buster,
+having saved his wife’s life not only once, but
+five times.</p>
+
+<p>“The almost human instinct of this tribe was
+manifested when one city was holding its election.
+One of the amendments to be voted on
+was the curtailing of the liberty of all dogs. To
+run at large, they must be muzzled, or they
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[147]</span>must be leashed when on the streets. Of course,
+all dog lovers were opposed to this measure.
+The dogs themselves, having heard so much
+discussion on the subject, seemed to sense that
+something was going to be done which concerned
+them.</p>
+
+<p>“Such remarks as these were addressed to one
+Airedale, whose name was Jerry:</p>
+
+<p>“‘Jerry, old pal, they are talking of interfering
+with your personal liberty, and not allowing
+you the run of the town, without a string tied
+to you. Now you must not think we are going
+to stand for any nonsense such as that. We will
+go down to the polls, Mother and all of us, and
+we’ll put this thing over strong, and show those
+dog haters a thing or two.’</p>
+
+<p>“Jerry would look interested and try to wag
+his stiff tail, as much as to say he would like to
+do his bit to help. He had no vote, although
+there were some who had, who in his opinion
+were not deserving of it. One man he knew of
+hated dogs, and when he had something in him—Jerry
+did not know what—he was abusive to
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[148]</span>his dog—and also to the little boy who loved
+the dog. Yet that man was one of those who
+wanted all the dogs killed or tied up, and would
+vote for that cruel measure.</p>
+
+<p>“Jerry slept over the matter, and when morning
+came, bright and early, he was at the polls.
+Taking up a position under the table where the
+workers were, he lay down, to see that everything
+was properly carried through. There he
+stayed until it was almost certain the dogs were
+going to win, when he left, satisfied that he was
+no longer needed.”</p>
+
+<p>The Judge told the dogs they were all very
+fortunate to be living in this wonderful country,
+“where we are loved and well cared for, as there
+are many places where dogs are despised and
+mistreated, and even left to run wild, becoming
+scavengers, just because they are half starved.
+They fight and quarrel among themselves, and
+make the nights hideous with their howling.
+To be unloved and have no friends would be
+cause enough for howling.</p>
+
+<p>“Then there are the Eskimo dogs. They too
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[149]</span>have a hard life, as they have to draw the sledges
+and do the work that horses and automobiles
+perform in this country. They are harnessed
+together with leather straps made from reindeer
+skin. There is also a long whip, made of thongs
+of the same leather, the lash of which is chewed
+by the women to make it pliable. Then it is
+braided to make the handle. This is lashed
+over the dogs’ backs to make them draw harder
+and go faster.”</p>
+
+<p>“How terrible!” barked all of the dogs, shrugging
+their shoulders in pity.</p>
+
+<p>“Probably their masters love these dogs, but
+this seems a strange way to show it. The people
+of that country are dependent on these faithful
+dogs, as they are the only means of transportation.
+They have no horses, no automobiles,
+and no airships—nothing but their dogs, so
+their very existence depends on these brave
+animals. We, with our loving masters and
+mistresses, can scarcely realize how differently
+these other dogs have to live. And how much
+they must miss being loved as we are!”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[150]</span>So much sympathy was expressed for the
+other kind of dog life that the Judge felt gratified
+to see that these getting-together parties
+the dogs were having were creating a good effect.</p>
+
+<p>Even little Ruby, who seldom thought of
+anyone but herself, unless it was to envy some
+one, was becoming less selfish. “Oh, the poor
+things!” she exclaimed, licking her white forepaws
+while she was saying it. She gave those
+paws particular attention, and the habit was so
+strong with her that, perhaps, it didn’t lessen
+her sincerity.</p>
+
+<p>The Judge told them he thought that, as not
+many of them ever had a chance to travel, he
+would tell them a story about one dog who was
+a great traveler, and also a very clever fellow.
+This dog was a setter and his name was Jack.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[151]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">JACK THE TRAVELER</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>Mr. Wheeler’s home was broken up, for Mrs.
+Wheeler had passed away, leaving no one but
+her husband, as there were no children.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Wheeler was alone but not lonely, for he
+still had Jack, his faithful setter; and there was
+a cat, but she had been Mrs. Wheeler’s pet.</p>
+
+<p>His dog Jack was a good hunting dog, and
+hunting was his master’s favorite sport. So
+they two, having similar tastes, were on intimate
+terms, and at all times were quite congenial.</p>
+
+<p>After disposing of his little shop, Mr. Wheeler
+decided he would follow the trail to California.
+He purchased a Ford with money from the sale
+of his small stock of merchandise; he rented his
+home and, leaving the cat with the Widow
+Higgins, who lived next door, was ready to
+pack for the trip. His gun was cleaned, and
+his camping outfit made ready. All necessary
+equipment for an extended trip was gathered
+up, and a supply of provisions laid in.</p>
+
+<p>How eager Jack was about all these preparations!
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">[152]</span>He felt very important, too, having
+been given to understand that he was a partner
+in this enterprise.</p>
+
+<p>Jack, being a pointer and setter, as most
+hunting dogs are, would <i>set</i> in the evening,
+after the day’s work was done, with his nose
+pointed toward the setting sun, while he dreamed
+of the great times they would have when they
+did finally get started.</p>
+
+<p>The cat was on hand and wanted to go along,
+it seemed. But Jack saw to it that she was
+left behind. He chased her up a tree and barked
+good-by to her.</p>
+
+<p>Dogs of this kind, although loyal friends,
+are of one-track minds. In Jack’s mind was
+just one idea, and that was to be in the game
+with his master. He had no regrets at leaving
+the old home where he was born and raised.
+The master was all that counted. Home to
+him meant only to be able to eat out of his
+master’s hand and to lie at his master’s feet.
+That the dogs he was used to playing with
+would miss him, affected him not in the least.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">[153]</span>Finally, Jack was perched on the seat beside
+Mr. Wheeler; the gun was handy; they were
+ready to go. Giving everything a final looking
+over, they started on their trek across the intervening
+states to California—gun, dog, man and
+pipe, all essential to each other’s happiness.</p>
+
+<p>It was about the first of October, the most
+delightful time to travel. The days were ideal.
+The trees were in their most gorgeous fall colorings,
+yellows deepening into rich browns and
+tans, vivid scarlets softened to maroons; greens
+of every shade—one glorious riot of color.</p>
+
+<p>The master’s eyes took in these autumnal
+glories, but most of the time they were fixed
+straight ahead on the road, to make sure of
+good going. As for Jack, what did he care for
+nature’s color scheme? The color of a chipmunk
+or a jack rabbit meant much more to him.</p>
+
+<p>There were also many other things of interest
+to look at. Of course the dogs were the chief
+attraction. Jack had not known there were so
+many kinds. He saw big dogs and little dogs
+of every description; and, wonder of wonders,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[154]</span>one small dog was actually being carried along
+the street in a lady’s arms! Another was all
+dressed up, with some kind of a coat on, and a
+brass collar. Poor things, to be so hampered!</p>
+
+<p>In one town, he saw a little fluffy white thing
+coming down the street, with a ribbon bow on
+top of its head, just like the little Higgins girl
+wore. A dog dressed up like a girl! Could
+anything be worse? He tried to pat himself
+on the back, so glad was he that he was just a
+common dog.</p>
+
+<p>School was out for the noon recess as they
+passed a large school building, and Jack was
+astonished at seeing so many children. He
+didn’t care particularly for children, not having
+been raised with them. He liked to romp with
+the little Higgins boys once in a while, when
+there was nothing more interesting, such as a
+hunting trip, on hand. Those boys were good
+sports, who could throw a ball just about right
+for him to see it stop, so he could get it easily
+and take it back to them. But this noisy,
+scrapping crowd—they might be all right, but
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">[155]</span>he was glad there were none of them in his
+family.</p>
+
+<p>Now they were leaving the town and, driving
+up under some trees, they stopped for lunch.
+Eating lunch in the car with his master was a
+privilege. Not many dogs enjoyed one like it,
+but his was an exceptional master.</p>
+
+<p>Once more they were on their way, and there
+would be no more stops until camping time.
+He might as well turn around a couple of times,
+lie down, and go to sleep. After this nap, he
+felt refreshed and more alert to passing objects.
+So many automobiles, where were they all coming
+from, and where were those others all going?
+Big cars and little cars, of every make and
+description, all seemed to want to get there
+first.</p>
+
+<p>How glad Jack was that his master was in no
+hurry! In fact, Mr. Wheeler never was known
+to be in a hurry about anything. This jogging
+along just suited Jack, too, and gave him time
+to make observations that would be impossible
+if they were tearing along. In every way his
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[156]</span>master was a comfortable person to live with;
+he would always stick to this good master.</p>
+
+<p>Some of the other cars had dogs in them, and
+some were loaded with children. One fact that
+impressed Jack was that the larger, more comfortable,
+and apparently softer cushioned cars
+contained the smallest dogs, while the poor old
+flivvers, with the floppy curtains and wheezy
+engines, seemed to carry all the tired looking
+women and children. Also, if a faithful dog
+were brought along, he was compelled to ride in
+the most uncomfortable position on the running
+board, getting dust in his eyes and cramps
+in his legs.</p>
+
+<p>While Jack pitied these poor unfortunate
+fellows, he was thankful that such was not his
+fate.</p>
+
+<p>There was one large car that fairly dazzled
+his eyes with its shining, silver mountings. A
+negro was driving, and, as the car passed, Jack
+noticed that the only person in it was a very
+fat lady. On a silk pillow beside her was a mite
+of a dog, no larger than a skinned rat would be,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">[157]</span>but it was covered with a bushy coat of soft,
+silky hair, and looked like an over-grown, woolly
+worm. Jack was fond of teasing woolly worms,
+and that was why he thought of the comparison.</p>
+
+<p>They were now approaching a long stretch of
+open country, and getting further away from
+familiar scenes. The cornfields, with corn in
+shocks, and yellow pumpkins strewn over the
+ground, bordered both sides of the road. Jack
+rabbits, quail and chipmunks were scampering
+in all directions, stirring Jack to a quiver of
+excitement. Wouldn’t his master stop and take
+a shot at them?</p>
+
+<p>Then, just in front of them, sitting in the
+middle of the road, with its back to the oncoming
+car, he spied a fine specimen of a jack
+rabbit. Stopping the car, Mr. Wheeler
+cautiously took aim, and up in the air went the
+cottontail. With a bounce, Jack was there to
+catch it as it came back to earth, and he brought
+it to the car. Now, they would have fresh
+meat for supper, and how hungry he was!</p>
+
+<p>They established their camp in a byroad.
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">[158]</span>While the tent was being pitched, Jack was as
+helpful as he could be, lying on the loose ends of
+the canvas to keep the wind from blowing it
+away; at least, that was his idea of it. To be
+sure, his master said he was in the way, but
+masters are sometimes mistaken. Everything
+being set, and the rabbit browning nicely on the
+little camp stove, the smell made Jack’s mouth
+water with anticipation.</p>
+
+<p>Then, what should drive up but a rickety
+old flivver, with a tired looking, thin lady, and
+a number of hungry children along with a
+cramped-up dog! They were a sorry lot from
+“York State,” bound for the “land of sunshine,”
+where the thin lady, who was really ill,
+hoped to regain her health. Jack was wishing
+they had hastened along.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Wheeler, being a kind-hearted man, welcomed
+the newcomers. As there were little
+children, and the mother looked so ill, his ready
+sympathy was aroused and he asked them to
+join him at his meal; and he was glad that he
+had something nourishing to offer them, in the
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">[159]</span>way of coffee and rabbit, with plenty of bread
+and gravy for the little ones. It made him
+happy to see these hungry travelers eat until
+they were satisfied.</p>
+
+<p>Jack did not enter with his master into the
+spirit of this benevolence. Instead he grew
+sulky, as nothing had been left for him but a
+few well picked bones. Feeling that Fate had
+played him an unkind trick, he felt revengeful,
+and that he must have satisfaction from some
+source. So he proceeded to take it out on the
+stiff-jointed dog. Going to the side of the car
+where the poor fellow was lying, Jack began
+sniffling contemptuously. All of his virtuous
+feelings concerning this crowd were gone. The
+other dog assumed an indifferent air, which
+only aggravated Jack more.</p>
+
+<p>He began snapping at his victim’s heels,
+and that started it; the fight was on, which
+showed there was some spunk left in the other
+dog, even if he did not look the part. Over and
+over they rolled, snapping and snarling, and
+biting at one another. Jack, being the larger,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">[160]</span>seemed to be gaining on the under dog, when
+the blood of his adversary, who was part bull,
+began to boil, and grasping Jack by the neck,
+he held on with a death grip. At this turn of
+the battle, the owners of the two dogs came running
+up. They brought with them pails of
+water, sticks, and everything at hand that could
+be used to separate the fighting canines. Each
+began by beating the other’s dog, protesting
+that if one must be killed, it must not be theirs.</p>
+
+<p>The lady brought an umbrella and helped,
+notwithstanding her weakened condition. Forcing
+the umbrella between her dog’s jaws, she
+managed to loosen his hold on Jack’s throat,
+by spreading it enough to break his grip. Jack
+then, feeling that the victory was his, retreated
+to have his wounds dressed.</p>
+
+<p>This little unpleasantness was a dampener on
+the newly formed friendship between Mr. Wheeler
+and his guests. He felt that no longer did
+he wish to continue the acquaintance of these
+people, so he asked them to move on. They
+refused, and so he decided to break camp.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">[161]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_161.jpg" width="450" height="620" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">“The Fight Was On”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">[162]</span>Mr. Wheeler made ready to continue on his
+trip. By this time the moon had risen, and,
+as there was less traffic than during the day, he
+decided he would drive on, as he would really
+make better time by doing so. He felt depressed
+by the circumstances that had forced
+an unpleasant ending to a perfect day; but he
+had learned a lesson from these events that
+would prove valuable on the rest of the journey.</p>
+
+<p>Jack was trying to sleep on the back seat
+cushion. His back was sore; his pride was
+hurt, and, if that dog on the running board had
+been any stiffer than he felt, he hoped to know it.</p>
+
+<p>The night driving was pleasant. The roads
+were smooth, and only occasionally Mr. Wheeler
+had to pull out for a passing car. Soon his
+spirits rose and, as they went on through the
+villages, he noticed the lights were cheerful. At
+some places there was music and dancing, and
+the ring of merry laughter filled the air.</p>
+
+<p>It was after midnight when our travelers
+drove into a sheltering clump of scrubby oaks
+to spend the rest of the night. Mr. Wheeler,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">[163]</span>rousing Jack from off the back seat, curled up
+there himself and went to sleep. By morning,
+Jack was feeling better. Being in good health,
+he soon recovered from his skirmish with the
+strange dog. His throat was still sore, and the
+skin was torn, but it was healing nicely, and so
+was his pride.</p>
+
+<p>The next night was uneventful, so they rested
+and were refreshed. They pushed on toward
+town for breakfast. Jack was allowed to eat
+on the back porch of the restaurant, after which
+he hopped into the front seat beside his master,
+ready for more observations.</p>
+
+<p>They were now going through the prairie
+country, and they saw prairie dogs sitting on
+their haunches, looking like sentinels beside
+their homes. Jack would have liked a chance
+at one of them, to give it a good shake, but his
+wounds would not allow him to attempt it.
+Two jack rabbits were shot. Even in this
+sport, he was not feeling “peppy” enough to
+take part, although by supper time he was
+sufficiently recovered to enjoy his share of the
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">[164]</span>good cheer. This time he got real meat. The
+bones were left, not even buried, which showed
+he was not really himself yet.</p>
+
+<p>By the time the city of Denver was reached,
+Jack was fully recovered and very alert. Mr.
+Wheeler ran the car into a garage for repairs,
+and they started out to see the sights while
+waiting. As they were near the Capitol building,
+Mr. Wheeler thought he would like to go
+to the top, as all tourists do. Of course, Jack
+was not allowed to accompany him. An officer
+gave Jack permission to lie on the lawn and
+watch the squirrels at play.</p>
+
+<p>Though he did not feel quite right about
+going without his dog, Mr. Wheeler began the
+ascent. When he reached the topmost balcony,
+he looked down to where he had left
+Jack. Imagine his horror at seeing the dog
+chasing one of the squirrels up a tree and barking
+his lustiest at it. He also saw an officer
+running toward Jack, and then beating him
+with a club until the dog howled louder and
+louder. Mr. Wheeler descended as fast as he
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">[165]</span>could, which, on account of the narrowness of
+the steps, it was hard to do; and he found that
+the dog catcher had been called to take Jack
+to the pound. Nothing would do but that Mr.
+Wheeler must go along and settle with the chief.</p>
+
+<p>Jack was loaded into a cage with a lot of other
+dogs. They were all snarling and snapping,
+but at heart they were very good dogs, who
+had been guilty only of some thoughtlessness, or
+some small fault perhaps that they did not
+know was wrong. Poor Jack!</p>
+
+<p>The waiting room at the chief’s office was
+filled with irate men and women who had come
+to claim their various pets. All were sure a
+great injustice had been done; a great mistake
+had been made in taking up <i>their</i> dogs.</p>
+
+<p>Time dragged along for poor Jack. He
+thought he had been having trouble enough,
+since he had started on this pleasure trip, without
+this; and it all came about just because he
+was following a natural impulse, something for
+which he was in no way responsible. What a
+nuisance their old laws were, anyway!</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">[166]</span>Finally the room cleared, and Mr. Wheeler
+had a chance to present his case, and get Jack
+released. How glad Jack was that his beloved
+master had been watching, and was able to go
+with him and help him out of his predicament!</p>
+
+<p>The next problem was how to get to the car,
+as the pound was in the outskirts of the city,
+and Jack would not be permitted to ride on the
+street car. Also it was much too far to walk.
+Something must be done quickly, for it was
+getting late. Beside the dog pound was a
+settlement of a certain class of merchants of the
+street, venders of old clothes, rags and old iron,
+necessary commodities of a sort, and there the
+horse-drawn vehicle was the mode of transportation.</p>
+
+<p>While Mr. Wheeler was debating in his mind
+what to do, along came one of these merchants
+driving a half-starved horse. Noticing the look
+of perplexity on Mr. Wheeler’s face, he inquired,
+“What’s the trouble, Boss?” Then a bright
+idea entered Mr. Wheeler’s head. He told the
+man of his desire to get to another part of the
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">[167]</span>city, but that he had no way to do so, and he
+wondered if it would be possible for the merchant
+to take them. The merchant, having had a
+rather bad day in his business, consented, thinking
+that here would be a way to make accounts
+balance. They did some quibbling over the
+charges, which Mr. Wheeler thought very
+“steep,” for he was asked to pay two fares for
+both of them. As he could not very well help
+himself, he agreed to the price, and they started.
+Thus they returned to their lodging.</p>
+
+<p>Next morning, after both had enjoyed a good
+breakfast, they set out on the last lap of their
+journey. Following the old Santa Fe trail, they
+found the country they were passing through
+very interesting. Jack kept his eyes open and
+his ears pricked up.</p>
+
+<p>He was attracted by the Indian Villages, where
+dogs were numerous and all seemed to be living
+happy-go-lucky lives. Really they looked too
+lazy to come in out of the rain, if it ever should
+rain, which it didn’t; therefore they were deprived
+of even this exercise.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">[168]</span>For a long stretch nothing much occurred to
+interest them.</p>
+
+<p>By noon they were nearing another town,
+a Mexican settlement. More lazy dogs were
+seen lying under any shelter that afforded shade
+from the blistering sun. Jack wondered what
+these dogs lived on. They looked well fed, for
+Mexican dogs, that never get fat. Seeing
+strings of something red hanging on fences and
+from nails driven into the houses, he wondered
+if it was meat. If so, where did they get it? If
+only his master would stop long enough, he
+would have liked to sample some of this drying
+beef. But Mr. Wheeler was getting very
+tired, having all the driving to do, and was
+anxious to get to his journey’s end. He would
+welcome the sight of the green pepper trees he
+had heard so much about. He was planning
+on stopping for a long rest at the first tourist
+camp they came to, and so he did as little stopping
+on the way as possible.</p>
+
+<p>At last our travelers reached the land of sunshine
+and flowers. They were tired and travel-stained,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">[169]</span>but glad to be at their journey’s end.
+Their first night at the camp was a new experience.
+It seemed like a neighborhood meeting
+of some sort, all were so friendly and willing to
+tell of their experiences. Almost every one Mr.
+Wheeler met had either been through the town
+of Woodville, Iowa, or knew some one from
+there, or some one who had passed through
+there, so he felt quite at home among them.</p>
+
+<p>Many had brought their dogs along, but
+Jack, after his experience with the strange dog
+during their trip, was more cautious about making
+advances. He had learned that the best
+policy was “to live and let live,” and so he got
+along very well with these dogs.</p>
+
+<p>After getting rested and learning where was
+the best place for them to locate, man and dog
+moved into a pleasant suburb of one of the
+larger towns, taking rooms with a friendly
+widow, who was fond of dogs but cared very
+little for cats, which was agreeable to Jack.
+Now, he would get plenty of good things to eat
+and lots of attention. Although Jack was
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">[170]</span>strictly a man’s dog, the arrangement suited
+him very well indeed.</p>
+
+<p>One of the first things his master had to do
+was to buy a license for Jack. The dog must
+wear a collar with a number on the back, or
+some day the dog catcher would get him again.
+Jack was not very proud of his new collar, but,
+since collars were being worn, he must conform
+and get used to being a city dog.</p>
+
+<p>Jack and the landlady, whose name was Mrs.
+Weir, became quite good friends, though he
+refused to be trained to any new habits. His
+old ones were good enough for him.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Wheeler, having good prospects of going
+into business, concluded to return to Woodville,
+sell his home, and locate permanently in California.
+Therefore he made preparations for the
+return trip and was soon ready to start. Jack,
+of course, was disappointed at not being included
+in the arrangement. He was left with
+Mrs. Weir, who was to give him every needed
+attention. He was tied up till Mr. Wheeler
+was well on his way, and did some lusty howling,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">[171]</span>which he kept up until the neighbors protested,
+and he was given his liberty.</p>
+
+<p>No sooner was he loose than he took up the
+trail in pursuit of his beloved master. However,
+as Mr. Wheeler had several days’ start, it
+was impossible, even if he had made no stops, for
+Jack to overtake him. Jack did stop many
+times. He got very tired and hungry, having
+to depend on his own efforts for food. Most of
+his nights were spent in prowling around, hunting
+for a possible loosely covered garbage can,
+to get a meal. When he was out in the open
+spaces, he would catch any wild game he could.
+This all caused delays, so that, by the time he
+reached his old home town, his master was well
+on his way back.</p>
+
+<p>Jack was very glad to see all the Higgins
+family, even the cat, and never once during his
+stay did he chase her up the tree, nor in any way
+annoy her. He had seen much of the world
+since last they met, and travel had broadened
+and made him more considerate of others, as a
+well mannered dog should be.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">[172]</span>He was not satisfied—the place wasn’t the
+same—and he missed his master. So in a few
+weeks he was missing. Then, some months
+later, Mrs. Higgins received a letter from Mr.
+Wheeler saying that Jack had returned to California.
+Though very thin in body, he seemed
+none the worse for his adventures.</p>
+
+<p>All the dogs thought this was a very fine story,
+and begged the Judge to tell them some more.
+So, at the next session, he told them a couple of
+brief narratives, one about a puppy and young
+turkey, and another about a blind man’s dog.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">[173]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">TOM AND DANIEL</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>“Many of you dogs who have never lived on
+a ranch or a farm, may not know that a dog
+and a tom turkey can be just as unfriendly as a
+dog and a cat,” said the Judge, as he thought of
+a story which illustrated this point.</p>
+
+<p>“There seems to be a sort of jealousy between
+them, which manifests itself at a very early age,
+and develops into bitter hatred as they grow
+older. This was the case with Tom and the
+collie I am telling you of.</p>
+
+<p>“The puppy and the turkey came into the
+world at about the same time, and the little
+lady who owned them divided her attention
+between them. Young turkeys are delicate little
+creatures and require the greatest care to get
+them started. The puppy was usually at the
+heels of his mistress when she fed the turkeys,
+but, instead of pretending to help, as he did with
+the little chickens, he would bark and snap at
+them, frightening them.</p>
+
+<p>“In the flock there was one young Tom who
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[174]</span>early showed a disposition to defend himself,
+and his puppyship got many a peck on the nose.
+Thus began the trouble which led to war, and
+many a battle royal was fought between them,
+but there was never any bloodshed.</p>
+
+<p>“Their maneuvering took place around the
+woodpile back of the house. The turkey would
+be strutting in all the glory of his brilliant
+plumage and war paint, arrogant and ready to
+battle any intruder. Along would come Daniel.
+With a war whoop of a gobble, Tom would start
+after the dog, and round and round the woodpile
+they would go, with Daniel just a few steps
+ahead of his pursuer, until, tired out, he would
+hop on to the woodpile and bark insultingly at
+his enemy. The turkey would puff up his
+feathers, drop his wings, spread out his tail, and
+look as if he were bursting with rage.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">[175]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_175.jpg" width="450" height="615" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">A Battle Between the Two Warriors</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">[176]</span>“When he could stand it no longer, Tom
+would fly at Daniel, who knew the tactics of
+the bird, and would dodge to one side, so that
+his majesty would land on the other side. This
+was just what Daniel had in mind when he
+mounted the fort; and now it was his chance to
+be the pursuer instead of the pursued. Again
+around and around they would go, until both
+were almost exhausted.</p>
+
+<p>“The lady decided to sell the young gobbler,
+and he was taken several miles to a new home,
+and Daniel was left to his possessions.</p>
+
+<p>“One day, several months after Tom’s departure,
+the lady had occasion to go to the
+place where the gobbler was sold. She took the
+dog with her and left him in the car while she
+did her errand.</p>
+
+<p>“Returning to the car, she found Daniel
+gone. Then she heard a familiar bark, answered
+by a warlike gobble, and she saw that a battle
+was on between the two warriors, as of old.
+Instead of the woodpile, a small building was
+their fortress this time. Not only a dog never
+forgets, but a turkey gobbler seems to be neither
+a forgiver nor a forgetter.</p>
+
+<p>“That is all of that story,” the Judge told his
+audience, “and next time I am going to tell you
+about a blind man’s dog.”</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">[177]</span>
+
+<h3 class="nobreak">THE BLIND MAN’S DOG</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p>At his post on the corner, not far from the
+park entrance, was another little dog, whose
+occupation would not permit of his attending
+these gatherings, if he had been invited, which
+he was not.</p>
+
+<p>As the park dogs went by, either led by their
+attendants or chasing one another, as some were
+never free to do, this dog, from his place by the
+side of his master, would look in wonder at them.
+Where were they going, and what would they
+do when they arrived? How strange they all
+looked! He was anxious to know if he resembled
+any of them. He looked over as much of his
+body as he could see without turning a backward
+somersault.</p>
+
+<p>He had four legs, as they had, and his coat,
+which was white where it was not black, and
+black where it was not white, was smooth and
+sleek. But his tail—there was the difference.
+None of them had his kind of a tail. Some of
+theirs were bushy, others were short and stiff.
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">[178]</span>He wondered how they could ever express their
+feelings with such tails. One little pom had her
+tail curled up over her back like a doughnut.
+No, his tail evidently was not in the prevailing
+fashion, as none of the park dogs were wearing
+his kind. Not beautiful, but how useful was
+this straight, tapering tail of his! How easily
+he could express his every mood with it!</p>
+
+<p>If he were happy, how fast he could wag that
+willing little tail. Should any one be harsh or
+unkind to him, down would go that same little
+indicator. So, if his tail were not in the popular
+style for the season, it answered his purposes, as
+a gauge for his feelings, which was more important.</p>
+
+<p>His ears were small and stuck up on the top
+of his little head like sentinels, sensitive, alert,
+always pricked up to hear every sound that
+came through the air. Then those piercing
+black eyes—they were his chief asset. There
+was special use for them, and it was important
+that they have sharp vision, as he must be “eyes
+for the blind.”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">[179]</span>His beloved master looked to him for protection,
+as he moved about from one place to
+another; and the dog had to pilot him to his
+place of business, where his firm sold papers.
+The firm consisted of himself, Tony, his partner,
+and the dog, Job, so named on account of his
+characteristic patience.</p>
+
+<p>Man and dog were inseparable. They had
+lived together ever since Job was small enough
+to go into the blind man’s pocket. At that
+time, Peg, Job’s mother, was the pilot, and she
+had trained her son for the work when she
+should grow too old and feeble to do it.</p>
+
+<p>Every evening they would start out from the
+small cottage, where they lived with the blind
+man’s dear old mother. Job would lead on
+cautiously to the corner. Here they would stop,
+waiting for the signal to cross. Then Job would
+lead carefully to the middle of the street, watching
+the lights, and over to the high curb on the
+other side. This he would mount, turn around
+and pull on the leash, so his master would know
+that the other side of the street was reached,
+when he could measure the height with his cane,
+as he must step up. On the dog would lead,
+through the crowd to the soap box on the corner,
+where his master would open up his business for
+the night.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">[180]</span>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+  <img src="images/i_180.jpg" width="450" height="613" alt="">
+  <figcaption>
+      <p class="caption">Job Was “Eyes for the Blind”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">[181]</span>Tony would be there already with his supply
+of papers. Each of the partners had his own
+kind to sell. Soon the blind man would call,
+“Morning Times—all the latest morning news!”
+although it was really early evening. This
+call would be heard along the street with Tony’s
+clear soprano cutting the air with “Extray—Extray—Evening
+Herald—Evening News—read
+the latest, all about the game!” Meanwhile
+Job, the personification of patience, would take
+his position near his master, to watch for any
+stray pennies that might drop from the hands
+of his master when a purchase was made.</p>
+
+<p>Tony kept an eye on the blind man’s business
+to see that no one took advantage of him. This
+did not often happen, however, for those wonderfully
+sensitive nerves in the blind man’s fingers
+had become very acute, and the sense of touch
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">[182]</span>was keen to the value of the coin that was given
+into his hands. He was not easily fooled. Seldom
+was Tony called on for anything except to
+get more change.</p>
+
+<p>The blind man was a youngish looking man,
+not unpleasing to look at. He was clean, of
+fair skin, and had all the marks of having been
+injured while helping to make his country a safe
+place to live in, which was indeed the fact.</p>
+
+<p>In Tony and Job he had two faithful allies,
+the former having no claim to such a relationship,
+other than a fellow feeling of helplessness
+that Tony was experiencing when they first met,
+which had been entirely overcome through this
+partnership. It had helped Tony to forget
+himself in helping one more unfortunate than
+himself.</p>
+
+<p>Tony didn’t belong to any one in particular.
+Now, since he had adopted Job and his blind
+master, he felt he had something to live for, and
+he ceased to feel the need of <i>belonging</i>. He told
+the blind man when he first met him that his
+father was dead, and his mother had married a
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">[183]</span>man with a houseful of children. Tony had
+been told to get out, and to make his own way.</p>
+
+<p>Small and under-nourished, the lad went forth,
+his first stop being the corner where the blind
+man was being harassed by a gang of newsboys,
+who were trying to drown his feeble voice, and
+loudly hawking their papers. The confusion
+and noise were great. Tony came upon the
+scene just in time to help his present-day friend
+out, by going to his side and beginning to sing.</p>
+
+<p>It was no classical song that he sang, but it
+had its effect. As “Yes, we have no bananas
+to-day,” rang out sweet and clear amid the
+hubbub, everyone passing took notice of the
+situation; and Tony could sing!</p>
+
+<p>Among those whose attention was attracted
+was the owner of the building in front of whose
+premises this all occurred. Driving off the
+hawkers, so as to give the blind man a chance,
+he permitted Tony to help him, and in this way
+the partnership was formed.</p>
+
+<p>Tony slept at police headquarters that night.
+The next day at school arrangements were made
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">[184]</span>for him to live at a boys’ refuge home, with the
+privilege of selling papers in the evening with the
+blind man and Job as partners. Now that
+Tony was not always hungry, his voice was
+growing stronger. Calling “Extray” had helped
+to develop his vocal cords.</p>
+
+<p>At school he could be depended upon to lead
+the choruses. His clear, sweet notes, as they
+sang “Star Spangled Banner,” could be heard
+above the rest of the singing. One day the choir
+master from one of the churches came to hear
+them, with the idea of finding some material for
+a boys’ vested choir for his fashionable church.</p>
+
+<p>After hearing the children sing, he asked that
+Tony be allowed to sing alone. This the little
+Italian boy was proud to do, and he sang so
+sweetly that the choir master engaged him, and
+asked him to meet with the choir for practice on
+Saturday afternoon.</p>
+
+<p>This was the beginning of better things for
+little Tony. The boys’ choir was to make its
+first appearance on Easter morning, and Tony
+was to be the soloist.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">[185]</span>The blind man and Job had heard about it
+several times, for Tony was full of the subject,
+so full that he bubbled over. He would start
+out with “Evening News,” and trail off up into
+high C, ending in “All love excelling,” before he
+came down to earth again.</p>
+
+<p>His partner, too, was fond of music. His
+beloved Violin was his only solace. The sad
+appealing notes that he was able to produce on
+that old instrument went straight to one’s heart.
+Then there was Job. Maybe he didn’t love
+music, but he would stand before his master,
+listening intently, ears pricked to sharpest aspect,
+body tense, and tail oscillating with measured
+beat to the rhythm, and when the tension grew
+too strong, a dismal howl would relieve his pent-up
+feelings.</p>
+
+<p>The practicing had been going on for several
+Saturday afternoons. The next Sunday was
+Easter. The blind man was not in the habit
+of going to church, although his dear old mother
+was a regular attendant, but there was an inducement
+to go this Easter morning that he
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_186">[186]</span>had never felt before. Tony was to sing in the
+choir. He would go just for that.</p>
+
+<p>The church was beautifully decorated for the
+occasion. The choir boys in their vestments
+marched to their places, singing a stately processional.
+Proud mothers filled the pews, each
+looking with adoring eyes at her own beloved
+boy. Tony had no one to care. All were
+strangers to him, so he thought, as he looked
+over the throng. Then away to one side, in a
+pew alone, he saw something that made him
+happy, for there were his partners, Job and his
+master.</p>
+
+<p>Job paid little or no attention to anything
+that was being done or said. The choir had
+sung one song. Other things had been done,
+but nothing that a dog cared about. Then the
+organ played the prelude, and a voice, full of
+sweetness and charm, started out with, “Love
+Divine, all love excelling.” This aroused Job’s
+interest. He sat up and took notice; his
+body stiffened, his ears twitched. When everyone
+was enraptured with the little Italian’s music,
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_187">[187]</span>in the pause after the solo, Job’s over-wrought
+feelings overcame him. One pathetic wail, toning
+off into a dismal howl, broke the sacred
+silence.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb">
+
+<p>The Judge, satisfied with this conclusion of the
+exercises, dismissed the dogs with the feeling that
+the lessons they had learned from this experience
+would be beneficial and lasting—that the
+motto he had given them, “To live and let live,”
+would influence all their lives. Bidding them a
+kind good-by, he adjourned the court.</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<div class="transnote">
+<p class="ph1">TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:</p>
+
+<p>Perceived typographical errors have been corrected.</p>
+
+<p>Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.</p>
+
+<p>Archaic or variant spelling has been retained.</p>
+</div></div>
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