this story, which I shall endeavor to tell to you just as he told it
to me :
"You will have to pardon me if I wander and seem slow in
telling you of the master's great sorrow. You knew the master
as a man knows a man, but I knew him as a clog knows a man,
and the man that the man knows and the man that a dog knows
are not always the same. The man that a girl knew as a lover is
not always the man that she knows as a husband. The lover was
kind and considerate, the husband is cruel and inconsiderate
It was not thus with my master, the man that yon knew was the
man that I knew.
"I shall never forget the day that I first met him, I was a
pt4ppy then. A tramp had stolen me from the kennels of a famous
dog-fancier, and after an all night ride on a freight train we had
reached this city. The tramp had offered me for sale to several
persons, but no one seemed to want me. I grew tired and hungry,
and when 1 cried for something to eat the tramp cuffed me. No
one seemed to make it their business to interfere. When the noon
whistles blew, we were on State street, and I became lost among
the people hurrying to lunch. The tramp finally found me, and
began to swear and kick me because I had not followed him.
Suddenly I heard a man cry out—
" 'Stop that ; stop kicking that clog.'
" 'He's not your dog,' replied the *tramp. 'lt hain't any of
your biz, is it ?'
"There was friendliness in the voice of the stranger, and I
limped to his side. He stooped clown and petted me, and turned
to the tramp—
" 'I have a notion to have you arrested,' he said, and his eyes
became like volcanoes. 'You brute ; see how you have lamed the
poor dog. You want to sell him, do you ? Very well, come over
to the Gazette's office and I'll buy him.'
"He would have stood no chance in a fight with the tramp ; but
I do not believe he would have hesitated to strike had the tramp
continued on the offensive. You will remember that the master
feared nothing when angry, and nothing angered him more than