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THE ROCK ISLAND ARGUS, SATURDAY, JANUARY 22, 1910.
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NE CLARKE O
OW many of the readers of this story have
ever owned a Newfoundland dog?
I know of no more faithful animal.
My youngest brother, and the dog who
is the hero. of my story were 'born on the
same day. For this' reason, the little puppy
wis presented to my brother when both
were a year old.
At that time my father lived in a. very large, old
fashioned house in a small Canadian town.
The place was originally settled by . retired British
officers who, having brought their families over from
England, wore living in and aroond the town, making
a delightful social cirde within so small1 a community.
The surrounding country was ' mostly farm land,
the farmers cultivating the soil principally for pastur
age, each man owning many he id of "cattle and num
bers of sheep.
Constant complaints were . being made by these
farmers that the dogs of the .'town were worrying
their cattle, bet little attention was given to their com
plaints untif, one . day, a farmer .whom my father held
in hih esteem came, to tell him that' our "Rover,"
who had now grown-from a puppy to a very large,
beautiful animal, had killed several of his sheep.
Sorry as my father was . to" hear this, he did . not
for one moment believe that Rover was really the
After-some conversation with the farmer, the matter
was settled by my father paying him .the value of the
sheep that 'liad - hjpen. killed, and promising to keep a
strict .watch. over Rover's movements.
My brother and I were very indignant when told cf
the accusation; fcr, loving our dog as we did, we felt
him to be quite "incapable of. such a deed.
The trouble was .soon forgotten," however; and in
our -racabjes . through the woodstie dog was always
with us. . Indeed, we were almost ; never seen abroad
Without him. ' My father always had-a feeling of safety
when Rover wentr along, especially aa 'the shore of the
Otonabec River, which flowed by the lower part of our
large garden, .was our favorite. playground.
Rover was a splendid swimmer, and had any accident
befallen either my brother or myself, he would have
proved himself quite as useful as any human being.
One- of his peculiarities may be worth recording,
although it has really nothing to do with my story.
On every week-day. as soon as we appeared on the
Veranda, Rover was always in readiness to accompany
The plan was to lend him to a lumberman, living
about twenty mi'ie; from c ur home, who, having a
large family, would be more than pioascd to accept the
dog as a household guardian while he was away cut
ting timber in the forest.
We knew tins lumberman would be a good master,
and that Rover would be well taken car of, and that
if we persisted in keeping him with us, he might
eventually lose his life; for the iaw allowed that any
animal doing an injury to property niht be put to
So one day two sorrowful children said good-Ly to
their beloved companion.
Rover was tied behind the sta;;e that passed our
house twice a week, unj the stage uriver promised to
be good to him and to leave him at the home of his
new master the rftt morning.
All that day and the two days following we wan
dered about, feeling very lonely. Everything seemed
dreary without cur companion.
On the ecui:ig of the third. day after Rover's de
parture we were jurt raying gaod-niht when, suddenly,
a bark ard a scratch at the i'r'nt door .brought a loud
exclamation from us both for whose bark was that
if not Rover's !
Yes, there he war,, our beautiful dog! .Twenty miles
he had traveled to reach 1 c!d home and friends.
What a happy reunion it was! Such bones as we
begged of the cock ! No deg fared better than did
our Rover that r.ight.
My father said nothine. although at the time we did
not notice his filrr.ee; ur.u bttle we dreamed how short
lived our happiness was to be.
Early r.erct n;or;jag v c were up and planning all
sorts of furs. Rover, in site of h:-i long run of the day
befcrc, seemed ready for everything.
I think it was late in the aftcrroon of the same day,
as .we were returning frm the lioathouse, where
Rover, my brcther, and I had been playing, that we
heard my father calling the flog.
0(1 Rover hov.rccd "in a;: wcr to the call; and as
wc r.eared t!:e gate we saw a mar. ;:ea.ed in a carriage,
in deep conversation wi.h my father.
Then it dawned upon us what it all meant. Again
Rover must go !
My father got into the carriage, and off he and the
man started. Rover rnuniug under the wheels in
obedience to mv father s whistle
Oh, how we cried as we watched the carnage dis
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us on whatever jaunt we had in mind for that day;
but on . Sunday he seemed to realize that our walk to
church did not include him, and so he remained dozing
througnout the entire morning.
- One day, as we were returning from one of our
Htmblcs, we saw our father coming toward us, look
ing very solemn ; and to our great amazement we heard
that Rover was again in disgrace.
This time the farmer would not be reconciled with
payment. He demanded that the dog should be killed
or sent away.
Cur sorrow knew no bounds, for we realized that
we and our pet must be parted.
It wa suggested that Rover should be sent away
for the summer months only, and that as soon as the
sheep were housed in their winter quarters lie might
return to on.
appearing in the distance ! We felt the world to be a
sad place indeed.
The days came and went, however, and gradualy we
grew reconciled to our lossperhaps my brother and
I became' greater chums, having no third companion
to share our fun. At ail events, we began to think
less and less about Rover and to enter into every
thing with the usual happiness of childhood.
On Sunday morning, a' tout ten days later, my
brother, who,, after we retrrned from morning service,
had been sitting quiet and in a linei:irg attitude for
some minute?. frdJenly disappeared, and presently we
heard him calling U3 from the gard?n to come quickly.
What could it be? wc wondered, rs acrain he. called
to us. Through the large Fre-ch window? and down
the garden path we hartenrd to a ciur.m of trees from
which, as we neared it, a faint meaning also was heard.
There we found my brother kneeling on the ground,
and beside him, licking his hand, was our Rover I
Around the dog's neck was . a strng iron chain,
and to that chain was attached 'the heavy-block, to
which he had been 'fastened. -"His coat was covered
with burs which stuck to his -long, black ,hair, making,
him a pitiable object to behold. His ' poor back was
cruelly scarred where the. chain had rubbed" away the
hair, and his glossy black coat looked like a dusty
So tired and weak was the dog that all he could
do was to lick our hands instead of giving the joyous
bark .with which he was wont to-welcome us.
It was nearly half an hour before we were able to
remove the , chain and heavy weight which he had
dragged so far in his ' frantic efforts to reach his
home and friends; and after giving him the food of
which he was so sorely in need, and making him as
comfortable as we could, we left him to rest.
The burs had. to be removed so gently that, knowing
the poor dog had suffered so much already, we de
cided to wait until the following day before giving him
So in we went to talk over our dog's brave act with
We found our good father, quite overcome by the
dog's faithfulness, waiting to tell us that Rover should
not be sent away again.
The arrangement was that we were to try once more
giving him his freedom, and if at any time he attacked
the sheep, then he was to be chained at all hours when
we were not able to be with him.
Perhaps Rover knew the reason of .his punishment,
or had learned his lesson through suffering; for, from
that day until his death at the age of fourteen years,
we never heard another complaint about him.
And no wonder !
For, six months later, as my brother and I were
playing in the garden one morning, we saw walking
toward us the farmer whom we had come to loot
upon a6 a personal enemy.
In one arm he carried a little lamb, and in his hand
a queer-looking box, between the bars of which '
peered a pair of bright eyes.
The box contained a rabbit-ya present for my
brother, and the pet lamb was for me.
For a few moments my "brother and I quite forgot
our old-time resentment.
The farmer bad come to effect a reconciliation.
In the first place, he wanted to tell us that at last
the real culprit had been found; and. secondly, he
wished- to give us each a peace-offering, and to ask
us to forgive his. suspicions of Rover.
The dear old dog. as he watched us, did not appear
to be at all surprised,
A DISTURBING VISIT.
4 By Hontros jr. iloaem.
Said Tommy :
"If Bobby had n't come over to-day.
There were lots of things I was going to do J
Study an hour or two ;
And get through
With that book I was reading ;
And the flowerbed needed weeding
And there were some errands to be run ;
And some jobs to be done.
But I did n't do a single one
Of these things, for, you see,
Did come over to-day.
So I had to play."
Said Bobby :
"If I had n't gone over to Tommy's to-day,
I suopose I would now have been through
The things I had to do :
The lawn needed raking ;
And there was the doll-house I was making
For Polly ; and my cap, which is some
Should have been found ;
And my express-wagon needed mending.
But the things I should have been attending
To I did n't do,
For I did go over to Tommy's to-day,
So I had to play."
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J RIDDLE. Z
By Domald A. Fraser.
I have a head, a little head
That you could scarcely see :
But I have a mouth much bigger
. Than ray head could ever be.
That seems impossible, you say ;
You think 't would be a bother ?
Why, no ! My head is at one end.
My mouth s 'way at the other.
I have no feet, yet I can run.
And pretty. "fast, 't is said ;
The funny thing about me is,
I run when in my bed.
I ve not a cent in all the world,
I seek not Fortune's ranks ;
And yet it 's true that, though so poor,
I own two splendid banks.
I've lots of "sand," yet run away ;
I'm weak, yet "furnish power";
No hands or arms, yet my embrace
Would kill in half an hour.
You think I am some fearful thing.
Ah. you begin to shiver !
Pray, don't ; for after 1, you know,
I'm only just a river.
Said King Jumbo : "I can't read my paper
Here you ape, for a light quickly capet.
It you can't get the moon,
Then return pretty soon
With a couple of Lynx or a Tapir."
COFYFJGHT, BY TUB CENTURY COltPAXT
ISS PUSSY and Towser and Neddy, all
Were sure that their singing was sweet
as could be.
"What a pity," they said, "that the world
Then Neddy suggested, with no little pride,
"What say you, my friends, if a concert we tried?
Soon tickets were issued, a hundred or more.
And the evening appointed brought crowds to the dooc
The sound of our voices so sweet and so clear f
TOW "ArPPn u '-
Miss Pussy appeared in a dress of bright green.
Quite pleased with herself that was plain to be seen,
'liien Towser began with a Botv-woiv-wow-wotv,
And Pussy chimed in with a thrilling Mt-ow.
The audience looked troubled, and cried, "This wonl
This concert is scarcely worth listening to."
Just then Mr. Neddy gave forth his best bray J
It startled the audience, and they all ran away.
Our trio to blows I'm afraid almost came;
Puss stouily maintained Ned was chiefly to blame;
She scolded the poor chap, and Towser did. too.
And then oft the stage all three of them flew.
Straight back to their heme Puss and Towser did rut
While Ned soon found thistles than singing more fun
I fancy they'il now be content to remain
In their own bumble sphere, nor try concerts again.
BY ARNOLD FOSTER
The sentimental pcet always grieves
When he beholds the falling Au- k " r'l?
tumn leaves ; fCk
But I think their importance very U-l i -'MQJr&i,
Compared to other leaves tnat
swiftly fall .
From my big calendar, as day."
The months of glad vacation slip
Each night I pull, a leaf off, and I
To think now fast the summer
pleasures ny ;
There froes the day I fished the
brook for trcut,
There the three days the boys and
I camped out,
There goes the day we spent dowri
bv the sea.
The dav we cut our name5 noon 3 k S
fr .The day we waded in the shady
.Oh, dear I Just six more days, '
sand then comes Srftool