Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 21, Number 45, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 March 1900 — DEAR TO HIS HEART. [ARTICLE]

DEAR TO HIS HEART.

Even if the Dog Was Only a Poor Little Cur. “Say, mister, don't you want to buy a dawg?” The little ragged bunch of humanity was a study in ebony, and he looked up pleadingly into the face of the man whom he had accosted. “Dog?” queried the man, “I don’t see any dog. I don't like to buy things sight unseen.” “Oh, I'se got ’im heah, all right, ’deed I has,” asserted the little fellow, and he began to undo the various layers of old coats about his. body, evidently put on so that the good snots of one would cover the rents In the garment underneath. Finally he brought to light a little yellow cur, half starved and wholly worthless, either for use or beauty. “What do you want to sell him for?” asked the man, a smile beginning to creep round the corners of his eyes. "Well, you see. sub, Pse had Bones a good while, and I thinks a heap of 'im, but kain’t get no license fur him, and now they says I got to tie up his motif, so's he won’t bite you alls. Deed, mister. Bones never bit nothin' in his life. He's a powerful good dawg, an’ 1 jus’ kain’t abear to see the dawg ketchers git ’im, an’ I thought If I could sell 'im to somebody who would be good to ’im, like you alls, I might buy 'im back in the summer.” And he snuggled tfie ornery little cur up under his rags, to keep him from shivering. Then that man didn't do a thing but trot that little study in ebony off to buy a license for the “dawg" and a muzzle, ami now he is safe from the "dawg ketcher.” —Washington Star.