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A roMgh brown dog -at at the
i very ec 1 — of th*> ttu . u. ,.n l-reak-
I w ater. Ho vas looking sleadby se:
, ard. He ws.> evidently old, nod
j he was scarred by many fights^ but
1 his sunken mouth, from ‘which ho
had lost mam teeth, showed that he
•wild “not f.ght again ri-.’tnriou.-’v.
j Sometimes be e rned from : ,n
J gpze at sea ml giancei !-..-bind hi;*,
at a child who was lilting in a
wheelbarrow a few feet away. Tv.err
time he glaiictd thus uc siigntiy
wagged his stump of a tail, and the
child smiled, or -he sa’d in a soft
voice:
Good Boss.
And then Boss wagged harder,
but he could not give much atten
tion to his companion, fox his whole
heart was with that bent old woman
who was up to her waist in the wa
ter by the outermost ledge. It was
there that the Irish moss grew, and
at low tide the woman could gather
it. She thrust her arm down to the
shoulder each time for her handful
of moss. She was wet, sodden wet,
save for & small place across her
back.
She had a man’s straw hat fasten
ed by a small rope tightly under her
chin. Her face looked 100 years
old—it was in truth seventy—old,
seamed and leathery, and it was a
face you loved to look at.
Every few moments she raised her
head and put her dripping hand
up over her eyes as she turned to
ward the land. She was at first
dazzled by the glare of the. water.
When she looked up thus, the little
girl in the wheelbarrow always
waved her hat. Then a dim, beau
tiful smile would come in the faded
eyes.
“It’s jest a-doin’ of her lots of
good ” she would say aloud. “I’m
awful glad I wheeled her down. I
wish now I’d brought her down
oftener this summer.”
Twice as she looked shoreward
she called out shrilly:
v “Boss, you take care of her.
Won’t you, Boss?”
Then Boss pricked up his ears
and shook his tail, and the girl
laughed and said she “guessed she ’n’
Boss could git along first rate.”
“We’re used to it, ain’t . : we,
Boss?” , . .....
When she said.this, the’ dog got
up, came to her 6ide, gave her a
swift lick across the cheek,* chon
hurried back and sat down on' the
edge of the planks again.
Once the woman out in the water
slipped and fell splashing, and Boss
jumped up, Whining in a piteous
quaver, and would not be comforted
even when the child said soothing
ly: -
“Never mind, old fellow!”
But when the woman floundered
to her feet again and cried “All
right!” the dog set.down.
The child si*’ 1 the bracing
odor and stretched oht her hands,
smiling happily.
To be sure, she'could walk, but
granny wheeled her to the breakwa
ter where she could see the moss
gathered.
It was a low course of tides, and
now the water had gone far out so
that one could get to one of the
ledges where the moss grew.
Granny had no boat, as most of
the mossers had—there were some
boats now farther along, and little
Molly could see the men put their
long handled ropes down and draw
them up full. She knew that those
men made more money than her
grandmother, but then she didn’t
know much about money.
<r I guess they don’t know much
about a dog,” she told Molly, “ ’n’
I guess’s long’s we got anything to
eat Boss ’ll have some of it. Eh,
oid feller?”
Molly sank back on her pillow
in the barrow. She amused herself
by almost closing her eyes so that
the sea seemed to come up nearer
and f'rimple in sparks of fire. Then
she would open her lids wide, and
the great stretch of water would
fipsh MincUngly on her vision. She
played at this for a long time, and
always in front of her was the dog.
She had grown up in the conviction
that all wc? well if he was near.
Soon everything gTew deliciously
dim and tL m clear, and the salt
smeii was sweeter, and she was walk
ing over the hard sand as straight
as anybody, holding her head up
bir^ug.v. She did not know she was
asleep. It was real to her that she
was walking.
Suddenly she sat upright in her
wheel barrow, clutching the sid"*' of
it. Boss was not there. Had he
ba-ked? Ot had some one called?
She looked off to the ledge. She
saw Boss leaping frantically over
the weedy rocks. He went as .f he
were a young do». He went like a
creature possessed. He seemed not
to leap, but to fly from or. 3 rock to
mother over the still, irr-en pool#.
Molly could «*« »he and
beyond him shining water. Where
was granny ?
The child tried to-scream, but she
felt as if in_a nightmare and could
not make a sound.
Oi, * there was something down
1 etur : ike rocks on the far side of
the 1- ige! It was* there that Boss
was going. And there was the moss-
er in his boat, putting his rake down
just as he had been doing when the
child had gone to sleep. For an in
stant shr thought she was dream
ing. Bui Boss was gone, and—yes
—there was something among the
roc :s. It was granny’s hat sticking
up, and she did not move.
Molly tried again to scream, and
it was as if her heart would break
in the trying. Her voice was only a
hoarse kind of a whisper.
But there! Boss has reached his
friend. He tried to pull her out
He could not Between his attempts
he barked, he howled. Nay, he
screamed. Was his heart breaking
also?
At last the mosser out there held
his rope just above the water and
gazed toward the shore listening.
The wind was off the sea, and Bounds
from the land did not come clearly.
The man saw little Molly Towne
on the breakwater. Had she cried
out ? And was that the Towne dog
carrying on so on the rocks?
Boss was down by the still figure
that was lying in the shallow pool.
He was struggling with it, making
frantic efforts to pull it from the
water.
Outlined on the breakwater
against the dazzle of the blue sky
the man saw Molly rise up in her
barrow aa if she would walk and
then fall back again.
“Good God!” he cried. He drop
ped the rope ; nto the water, caught
up his oars and rowed to the ledge.
All the time he rowed he saw Mrs.
Towne’s motionless form lying
there and Boss trying to help her.
As he stepped out uf his boat and
began slipping and jumping over
the rocks the woman moved and
raised her head. He saw her reach
out her hand to the dog. He saw
the dog throw himself down and
lick her face eagerly.
“That you, Jim Stowell?” she
asked. T guess I’ve broke my leg.
I slipped. I’ve mossed twenty year,
*n’ T never slipped to speak of be
fore.”
She spoke tremblingly, but with
pride.. ‘T s’pose I fainted or some
thing.” . ,
“I’ll git you right into the boat,”
•aid Jim Stowell briskly, “’n’ take
you home in no time.”
Bood stood close by watching the
man.
Mrs. Towne looked to the shore,
saw the child, waved her hand and
called cheerily, “All right!”
And Molly ; shook her handker
chief feebly, though she tried to
shake it vigorously.
“I da hope she aidn’t seame fall,
said the woman.,
It was not easy to.get her intoThe.’
boat, and she winced and gTew pal^j
but she helped all she could and
made no sound.
When she wa’s in at last, Jim
took -up* his oars to go round to the
sandy landing. There stood Boss
shivering on a rock. All at once he
appeared older than ever. It seem
ed as if he could hardly stand.
“Take him, too,” said his mis
tress.
“No, let him walk.”
“I want you to take him, I tell
you,” almost fiercely. “He’s too
old ’n’ stiff to walk on the rocks.”
“Oh!” with a laugh. “You
ough+er seen him goin’ it after
you!”
The man began to row. Tears
came into Mrs. Towne’s eyes. Her
voice was choked.
“You’ve got to take him,” she
said, “or you needn’t take me.”
“Oh, if you feel like that”— Jim
lifted the dog into the boat, and
Boss crouched down by his friend,
who put her hand on him. He lean
ed more and more heavily on her.
His eyes were fixed on her face.
She had flung up her hand again
to the child.
Lying there on the wet moss at
the bottom of the boat she could |
look without moving into the dog’s
face. He pressed yet closer.
With a curiously quick movement
she managed to draw him even near
er. She bent her head to hi3 head.
“He lays too hard on ye,” said
Jim. “Le’ me pull him away.”
“Don't touch him!” she cried in
a sharp vo: e.
The next moment she said hoarse-
lv:
“He's dead.”—Maria Louise Pool
in Chap Bock.
Side Ligbt on History.
Bomuius and Hemus were having
a pillow fight when the wolf, who
would not he kept from the door,
happened in.
“Don't fight,” said the wolf, ad
monishing. “It'll naughty.”
“Tnis is only a sham battle,” said
Romulus as Tsana hit him again.
This chet.p wit was too much for
the wolf, who watt out and mada
Rome how’.—Chicago Journal
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