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.f .The Tramp's Dog. He Erroupt the Farmer's Story to an Unexpected Conclusion. Here, Ralph! Ralph! Hi, you scamp Come back bere, sir There, he's gone! Off for two or three days'tramp again. Beg par- don, air! 1 didn't see you. I was that busy calling the dog I reckon I nearly walked ever you. The matter, sir ? W ell, it's that dog Ralph. You heard me call him I dare Jay. A grander old fellow you couldn't find }n a day's travel, but be has one bad habit. Most humans have more than that and I *in't sure in my own mind that he ain't human. The habit? Well, it's just this: He will follow every blessed old tramp as passes here and keep following 'em, sometimes for two or three days. He's a queer one. Did you notice him just now ? Didn't see him ? Well, lie keeps just far enough behind the fellows to they won't drive him back, sniffin' along and kind of casting his eye back to let me Jtnow he's hearing me, but not fceeain' me. Just the same 1 way he acts every time he goes off. He'll be back all right when he does come, and he's been acting that way ever since I've bad him. 4 Stolen ? Why, sir, I don't believe the one's livin' could pfceal him or fasten him up ever so tight he Wouldn't get back ever since—an' a right queer way I got him, too. Is he mine ? Well, yes, in one way an' then no, in another. It was a queer story, anyway. "Tell it, sir ? Well, if I had time I might. Ah, thank you, sir! A fine gentleman like yon can afford to be generous. Now, let ma see. As near as I remember, .it was June, two years ago, as I come down- Itairs rather early one morning to light the Ire for my eld woman. She warn't very itrong then the youngster there was only a couple of months old, an' I was gettin' the things all handy for her to get breakfast. When she come down the fire waslightin'and the kettle smgin'—for joy of seein' her, I'm •ihinkin'. Mollie was always a great one for fresh )ir; so as soon as she saw that everythin' was foin' right in the kitchen she walks to the front door, turns the key an' opens it. Well, quick as a flash she came runnin back to me with her face kind of white an' scared. Oh, Jim, come oat here to the door Quick!' says she. An' when I followed her blessed if I don't see the rummest sight I ever did, an' there I stood, starin' like an ape. You see, these seats on the porch are rather comfor'ble to sit on, an' with the vinAs hangin' over this way makes it 'most as shot in an' quietlike as a bedroom: then the posts here an' at the corners form good rests for the feack. Well, anyhow, good or bad, right here, i-leamn' back in the most uncomf'blest way, was the trampiest looking tramp I ever saw, sound asleep. An' on the seat beside him, with his head on the man's lap, was the dandiest setter I evar expect to see. A vallybie dog, sir, too, as I knew soon as I set eyes on him. 1 always know a good dog, being rather in the sportin' line myself, an' this was a genuine Gordon setter. Well, sir, I suppose I must "hare said lomethin' with surprise for to wake them up. The dog turned the solem'est eyes round to iie, askin' me not to make so much noise, an' the man, all rags an' tatters, yawned an' set ip. An' then, seein' Mollie iright behind me, I'll be shot, sir, if he didn't stand up, take off his piece of a hat to her, an' begin to apoler- gise for settin' on our doorstep. Said he'd been overcame with fateek. My eye! For the manners of him I could hardly believe he weren't a swell cove, dressed in the latest fashion, with a full blooded stepper at the gate waiting for him. I know 1 must have stared at him con- siderable. but, bless you, Mollie didn't spend no time a starin' till she'd asked him into the kitchen, an' when.the breakfast was ready she gave him, an' his dog, too, a good one. His feet were blistered with walkin' in shoes that left half of his feet outdoors an' half in; an' as he could scarcely take a step we made him stay with us a day or so till Ahey got better; but he couldn't bear it, an' jhe only reason, 1 think, was that he was afraid of hurdenin' us. But, Lord He did is much for us we did for him, I'll be bound. He filled the yard with kind tin's, an' I believe he'd a chopped all the wood in the village if Mollie hadn't seen bis hands all blistered an' bleedin'. That give him away sure. 'A gen- tleman born,' says 1 to myself when 1 see those hands. Then nothin' would do but Mollie mast doctor and bandage them up for him. An' while she was doin' it she heard a sound like a child try in' not to cry, an' he just bends down an' kisses her hand, an' theu he says, kind of low ai d choked like, more like a groan than words, Oh, mother An' the way the little lad took to him was a caution. A mile lib he was—no sense at all; on y puckered up his face and cried when I went near him. He'd smile up ia Robert's face (that was what he told us to call him), an' hold on to his finger like he was his nnrse. Now, to bo sure, sir, three days don't seem much in a life, an' you'll maybe think it foolish tbe store we set by both man an' dog before that time was passed. Ralph would lav down beside the baby's cradle, an' nothin' would move him till his master left the roem. Then he'd get np an'shake himself, as if it was time to go on, an' he was goin'. Mollie said he was human, an' if ever a soul gets into an animal's body—I hear there's folks as thinks so—there was a good soul inside of Ralph. Yes, we all liked Ralph, an' Robert even more. The fact is he was a reat gentleman, that was plain enough, brought down as low as he was by .ord only knows what. But a true gentleman, an' I know tbe right kind when I see them. He never let on for one moment, though, a single word about himself but once, an' that was tbe last evenin' be was here. The dog was sittin' beside him, with ha; head restin' on Robert's knee, when I says, kind of suddew like I bet Ralph's a very vallyble dog, Robert.' Yes, yes,' he says, sort of slow. 'Too vallybie,' stroking Ralph's head with a lovin' hand, while the dog looked at him with just as much love. 'Twas the humauest eyes you would ever see, sir. He's worth a great deal of money,' he said again, after a moment's thinking. I am very sorry for it sometimes. I've been in many hard straits at times, an' I've been afraid—aye, afraid of myself—that I'd be tempted to sell him. Not while I was my- self, old fellow, you understand, but when I was the brute I sometimes am.' By George, sir you wouldn't believe it, I dare say, but I'd take my affydavy that dog looked up, sort of sadtike, and shook his head. To make the story short—though, all told, it was not so very long—when we came downstairs the next morning Ralph lay on the floor guardin' his master's stick; but his mas- ter wasn't nowhere 'round. Tell me the dog didn't know! He knew as w -11 as we did why it was done that the master he loved an' who loved him had left him, but be bad been told to watch the stiok, an' with the saddest eyes and droopin' he lay there all day long. An' I truly believe if we hadn't got the stick away from him and burned it he'd 'a' been watcbin' it yet. "An' his master? Yes, sjr; gone—clean gone. An' w?'ve never beard a word of him fiiuee. Ungrateful? No, sir; I don't take it 80. think he couldn't trust himself with the dog he loved when he was himself, you nee. an' so he left him where he knew he tvo"ld he well taken care of. Yes, that's the way i see it, anyhow. An' then he got so far away before the dog would quit watching that th* scent was lost for poor Ralph. But he ain'r, n<<v«r g-ive up. Not a day, sir fb ? Well, there's not a tramp comes past bere—an' the worse looking they are the wilder he is to get after them, sniffin' at their tracks, and then his .tail will drop so disappointed like, yet he'll keep on an' follow 't'n1 for a dav, or maybe three days, till he {.fd' isure he ain't coming to his master, when hell come back. Seems to me as if he kind nf thought MMht know bim. How does t

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.f .The Tramp's Dog.