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THE AE1Z0NA i;EPU.BL!CA.N : SATURDAY MQJKNING, NOVEMBER 3, 1894.
"ME 'F MAJE." The Two Found a Resting Place Together at Last. "Mebby you don't take dorgs here, anyway?" The woman was holding1 the door so that her figure might just fill the opening', and as she had a very thin figure the door had an inhospitable ap pearance. Before she grave any an swer she craned her head forward and examined space for a few yards about the man. v "I don't see no dcrg," she remarked. "O, you can't see him, he's out to the up his head. But he could not remain in that attitude, so he immediately sagged again between the supports. "But you come oat 'n' see Maje," cheerfully. Mrs. Darte reluctantly stepped down from the door. She flung her apron over her head. She glanced back into the passage that led to the kitchen. She could now distinctly smell the dried apple that was burning on the stove, and this fact did not make her any more amiable. "Why don't you call him here?" she asked. j " 'Cause when I tell him to se' down 'n' wait for me he expects me to come. , I've brought him up that way. I ain't ! goin' to begin confusm' of him with they may jest turn ine 'n' Abram out That's all there is about that.'' Mr. Little glanced up at the speake with a pathetic brigb tness. Then hi quickly clasped the dog's head be tween his hands. "Here that, - Maje?" he asked. "What's mine's yourn, anyway." He raised his eyes again and said, firmly: "But you'll see 't the town won't be outer cent by my poor Maje.' l" ' - - JJ-L.I WTORAGE, I Km ED RICK corner of tke house, settin' down. I told him to se' down 'n' wait for me." new ways. Having said this, the man adjusted Mr. Little swung forward on his ! his crutches so that he might rest on crutches, and Mrs. Darte followed i them more comfortably while he him. There was a proud and tremulous waited. He was used to waiting. eagerness in his voice and mariner as j He was watching the woman's face. j he reached the corner of the house and j She had pressed her thin lips together ; cried: i while she was considering, and when j "Here he is! Come, Maje, 'n' give ! Mrs. Darte's lips were pressed to- yer paw to a lady." I g-ether it was as if she had only a sort A large yellow, smooth dog with a I of a cut in her face through which square, black muzzle and lio-lit, Tinzol I CHEAP! W.V1. RElt LY & ZHO., UHm. Cox's Old arl f '-cMs of T pot, ?h(..!iT. CHve a cv?J Ar fifire before pm'criamg eUe uere. ,T BRISLEY'S "-omta.il City" Uhtu o ; ORE. she might take her food. "I don't expect we're called upon to support no dorgs," she said, at last; "the town don't provide nothin' for dorgs, anyway. Besides " here she paused, but added, almost immediate ly "our cat's dretf ul 'fraid of dorgs. She brustles ail up horrid. She'd like ly 's not run away, V I d' know what we should do. She's a reg'lar ratter. ti the rats we hev here are jest be yond words. I don't see why the town don t do sumthin' 'bout 'em. I tell Abram if he tended to things 's he'd say sumthin' 'bout them rats to town meetin'. I tell him I wish the select men could see our hog pail 'most any lime wnen it's settin' out there by the pen. It's .est a sight with them rats: tails m a ring right round the top of it, 'n' they with their heads down in the swill." This seemed irrelevant, but the man did not interrupt. Ilis faded old blue eyes were fixed on the woman's face. Somehow those eyes made her uneasv. She wished they were not so mild and so gentle. When she stopped speaking he said mat ne new "some folks didn't like dorgs; they were afraid they'd run mad in the summer 'cause 'twas hot, n in the winter 'cause 'twas cold. But I ain't 'fraid to risk that," he con cluded. There was silence for a moment dur ing which a Baltimore oriole in the cherry tree close by fluted out his song ana tnen new on, making a swift line of brilliant color as he went. The old man turned and gazed after the fly ing Deauty. e smiled slightly as he gazea. hem birds are lot of company for me this time of year," he said. "I guess they've built up in the top Drancn tiiough mostly they like el lui ms for their nests. " As he still continued to stand there Mrs. Darte could not quite make up her mi,:d to shut the door on him. Presently he turned toward her atrsin. "This is the almshouse where I -long," he began, hesitatingly. "I'm towned here, anyway, 'n I've 'bout made up my mi ad I can't take care of myself no more. I'm gittin' old." Mrs. Darte just now heard a hissing sound that told her the dried apple stewing on the kitchen stove was boil ing over. She felt sure that the half witted pauper inmate that she had left to watch would spill the apple when she tried to move the nettle back. But here was old Lemmy Little, who didn't seem to know enough to go array. Of course they couldn't take his dog. It was ridiculous, just like him to think they could. And her mother had always said that a good sized dog cost as much to keep as a pig. She told herself that she hadn't any right to use the town's money to provide for a useless animal like that. "I don't see how I can, no way," she said. "I tell you what," exclaimed Mr. Little, brightening, "you jest come out'n see Maje, 'n' p'r'aps you'll change your mind. He's sueh a good feller. You' can't help likin' him, nobody can't" "I guess I've seen him," was the re sponse, the speaker showing no enthu siasm at the prospect of making ac quaintance with Maje. "I've seen him goin' along with you." "But you m ust come out" the old eyes were still bright" 'n' speak to him. lie's the best feller you ever seen. Why" here the stubbly, weak ckin quivered slightly "I ain't be'n 'thout him day nor night for ten year, 'n' ten year ago this spring he was a pup. They was goin' ter drown him. I saved his life. I got him 'way from them two cusses of boys. I took off the rope 'n' the rock they'd tied to his neck. 'Twas the best job I ever done when I saved that pup. He's be'n mine ever since. My wife she died, ' my son he fin'ly dieJ of that wound be got when the factory blowed up, you know. 'N' I ain't b n fit for noLhin' for I d'know how long. I've got ter give up ped dlin' ta 'count of my back and legs. I knew th! was the poorhouse where I b'lon.TeJ. I'd come here 'fore only I kep' thinhin' how 'twould er made my wife feel if she'd known it. She was real hi... 1 strung, Abby was, one of them Kiinberlys over to North Bixby, you know." As he said this the old man drew himself up on his crutches and flung eyes rose from his haunches and came forward wagging his tail, not wagging effusively, but with a polite welcome. He held up his paw, but as Mrs. Darte did not take it he put it down again. He glanced at his master, advanced h is head, gave one lick of his tongue upon his master's dingy hand, then stood waiting, smiling a little, slobbering somewhat, and having a very pleasant look in his eyes. Yet these eyes had the appearance of possessing other powers of expression. A half peek basket with a cover, which was tied down with a string. stood on the ground near where the dog had been sitting. The wooden handle of this basket showed unmis takable evidence of having been much carried in the dog's mouth. "What's in that?" As Mrs. Darte made this inquiry she pointed one finger at the basket. "It's my sweet flagroot, you know," was the answer. "It's what I peddle a good deal this time er year. Folks don't care much about it, though, but it don't cost me nothin' to git it if I dig it myself. But it always did 'most kill me to dig it, 'n' my back's so now I can't do it no more. I told Maje I couldn't when I dug that mess. Sometimes I have pins 'n' thread 'n' needles in there. Maje he carries the barskit I couldn't with my ttvo crutches, you see. But 'taint so much cause he carries the barskit either, 't I. couldn't git 'long 'thout him. It's .est 'cause" ' The man paused. His poor face worked. "It' s 'cause I love him. I tell you what 'tis, Mrs. Darte. T don't "want ter live 'thout Maie. I don't want ter live much, anywav. but I do hope I sh'll stan' it's long's Maje does." The high voice cracked on the last few words. The dog moved closer to his friend and looked up at him. "What is it?" his eyes asked. Mrs. Darte did not speak. Her face was not precisely as it was when she opened the door to Lemmy Little. And she had forgotten the burned apple on the cook stove. "I s'pose he eats as much as a man." she finally remarked. "No, he don't, he don't," eagerly; 'he's a real small eater, he is. You're a real small eater, ain't you, Maje?" lhe dog flapped his tail on the ground, then he yawned. He might have been intimating that there were the best of reasons why he eats so little. He had ranged up by his mas ter's side and sat down as if to indi cate that he and the man belonged to one party and the woman to another. I'll tell ye what le's do," said Mr. Little, suddenly. "You let us in, Maje n me. You jes' lemme have my share of victuals, 'n' I'll share with Maje. Youc'n jes' measure my victuals if you want to, 'n' I won't take nothin' more; honest, I won't. 'N' 111 feed Maje outer my share. He c'n sleep 'long of me. He always does. You pee, 't'won't cost town er cent. Now, will ye do it? If you don't I d' know what'll become of us. I b'long to this poorhouse. but 1 swow I won't stav where thev won't take my dorg. I'll jes' lay down 'n' die, bd glad to, if they won't take rnv dorg." As the quivering voice ceased, the owner of it leaned his crutches against the house and sat down on the ground beside Maje, who immediately put his head on the man's ragged knee. These moves were not made dramat ically, but as if this were the way the two warfarers rested when they be came weary on their journeys from town to town. Mr. Little looked up at the woman. His eyes were bleared and pale in the vivid sunshine. He had his hand on the dog's head, and the fingers of the hand were moving restlessly up and down. His toothless mouth hung open as he turned his head upward. Some sort of a pitiable attempt at an assumption of cheerfulness made him smile, and he said: "Guess if you'd ever had er dorg, 'n' nothin' else, you'd know 'bout me 'n' Maje. 'N' he's be'n wuss off nor me, 'cause he ain't had only me, 'n' I've had him." The man now gazed down at the dog again, and all the blurred lines of his face trembled. 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