k-^./l ,UC-NRLF ~-T^^ -r^c^ Aarsliall ^auDderq EDUCATION LIBH. THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA Education GIFT OF Louise Farrow Barr Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2007 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/beautifuljoeautoOOsaunrich Beautiful Joe AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY By MARSHALL SAUNDERS Author of 'My Spanish Sailor," ** Charles and His Lamb/ *' Daisy," etc. WITH AN INTRODUCTION By HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH Of Youth's Companion Philadelphia CHARLES H. BANES 1420 Chestnut St. 1896 Entered, according to Act of Congress in the year 1893, by the AMERICAN BAPTIST PUBLICATION SOCIETY In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington Education GIFT Add'l Q^"^ D TO GEORGE THORNDIKE ANGELL PRESIDENT OF THE AMERICAN HUMANE EDUCATION SOCIETY THE MASSACHUSETTS SOCIETY FOR THE PREVENTION OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALS, AND THE PARENT AMERICAN BAND OF MERCY 19 MILK ST., BOSTON THIS BOOK IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED BY THE AUTHOR 282 PREFACE BEAUTIFUL JOE is a real dog, and "Beautiful Joe " is his real name. He belonged during the first part of his life to a cruel master, who mutilated him in the manner described in the story. He was rescued from him, and is now living in a happy home with pleasant surroundings, and enjoys a wide local celebrity. The character of Laura is drawn from life, and to the smallest detail is truthfully depicted. The Morris family has its counterparts in real life, and nearly all of the incidents of the story are founded on fact. — The Author. INTRODUCTION The wonderfully successful book, entitled ' * Black Beauty, ' ' came like a living voice out of the animal kingdom. But it spake for the horse, and made other books necessary ; it led the way. After the ready welcome that it received, and the good it has accomplished and is doing, it fol- lowed naturally that some one should be inspired to write a book to interpret the life of a dog to the humane feeling of the world. Such a story we have in " Beautiful Joe." The story speaks not for the dog alone, but for the whole animal kingdom. Through it we enter the animal world, and are made to see as animals see, and to feel as animals feel. The sympathetic sight of the author, in this interpretation, is ethi- cally the strong feature of the book. Such books as this is one of the needs of our progressive system of education. The day-school, the Sunday-school, and all libraries for the young, demand the influence that shall teach the reader how to live in sympathy with the animal world ; how to understand the languages of the creatures that we have long been accustomed to call ' 'dumb, ' ' and the sign language of the lower orders of these 8 INTRODUCTION dependent beings. The church owes it to her mission to preach and to teach the enforcement of the "bird's nest commandment;" the principle recognized by Moses in the Hebrew world, and echoed by Cowper in English poetry, and Burns in the " Meadow Mouse," and by our own Long- fellow in songs of many keys. Kindness to the anirnal kingdom is the first, or a first principle in the growth of true philanthropy. Young Lincoln once waded across a half-frozen river to rescue a dog, and stopped in a walk with a statesman to put back a bird that had fallen out of its nest. Such a heart was trained to be a leader of men, and to be crucified for a cause. The conscience that runs to the call of an animal in distress is girding itself with power to do manly work in the world. The story of ' ' Beautiful Joe ' ' awakens an in- tense interest, and sustains it through a series of vivid incidents and episodes, each of which is a lesson. The story merits the widest circulation, and the universal reading and response accorded to " Black Beauty." To circulate it is to do good; to help the human heart as well as the creatures of quick feelings and simple language. When, as one of the committee to examine the manuscripts offered for prizes to the Humane Society, I read the story, I felt that the writer had a higher motive than to compete for a prize ; that the story was a stream of sympathy that flowed from the heart ; that it was genuine ; that it only needed a publisher who should be able to com- INTRODUCTION 9 mand a wide influence, to make its merits known, to give it a strong educational mission. I am pleased that the manuscript has found such a publisher, and am sure that the issue of the story will honor the Publication Society. In the devel- opment of the book, I believe that the humane cause has stood above any speculative thought or interest. The book comes because it is called for ; the times demand it. I think that the publishers have a right to ask for a little unselfish service on the part of the public in helping to give it a circu- lation commensurate with its opportunity, need, and influence. Hezekiah Butterworth. ( Of the committee of readers of the prize stories offered to the Humane Society,^ Boston, Mass.. Dec, 1893. CONTENTS Chapter page I. Only a Cur 13 II. The Cruel Milkman 20 III. My Kind Deliverer and Miss Laura 25 IV. The Morris Boys Add to My Name . 31 V. My New Home and a Selfish Lady . 37 VI. The Fox Terrier Billy 51 VII. Training a Puppy 59 VIII. A Ruined Dog 64 IX. The Parrot Bella 70 X. Billy's Training Continued .... 78 XL Goldfish and Canaries 86 XII. Malta the Cat 98 XIIL The Beginning of an Adventure . . 106 XIV. How We Caught the Burglar . . .118 XV. Our Journey to Riverdale 128 XVI. Dingley Farm 142 XVII. Mr. Wood and his Horses ..... 150 11 I 2 CONTENTS Chapter pagbI XVIII. Mrs. Wood's Poultry 1591 XIX. A Band of Mercy 166 1 XX. Stories About Animals 175 XXI. Mr. Maxwell and Mr. Harry . . . 190 XXII. What Happened at the Tea Table . 199 XXIII. Trapping Wild Animals 208 XXIV. The Rabbit and the Hen 218 XXV. A Happy Horse 229 XXVI. The Box of Money 240 XXVII. A Neglected Stable 251 XXVIII. The End of the Englishman .... 262 XXIX. A Talk About Sheep 271 XXX. A Jealous Ox 285 XXXI. In the Cow Stable 295 XXXII. Our Return Home 303 XXXIII. Performing Animals 314 XXXIV. A Fire in Fairport 326 XXXV. Billy and the Italian 333 XXXVI. Dandy the Tramp 339 XXXVII. The End of My Story 351 rarri Beautiful Joe CHAPTER I ONLY A CUR Beautiful Joe, and I am a brown dog of medium size. I am not called Beautiful Joe because I am a beauty. Mr. Morris, the clergyman, in whose family I have lived for the last twelve years, says that he thinks I must be called Beautiful Joe for the same reason that his grandfather, down South, called a very ugly colored slave-lad Cupid, and his mother Venus. I do not know what he means by that, but when he says it, people always look at me and smile. I know that I am not beautiful, and I know that I am not a thoroughbred. I am only a cur. When my mistress went every year to register me and pay my tax, and the man in the office asked what breed I was, she said part fox-terrier and part bull-terrier ; but he always put me down a cur. I don't think she liked having him call me a cur ; still, I have heard her say that she pre- ferred curs, for they have more character than 14 BEAUTIFUL JOE well-bred dogs. Her father said that she liked ugly dogs for the same reason that a noblemarx at the court of a certain king did — namely, that no one else would. I am an old dog now, and am writing, or rather getting a friend to write, the story of my life. I have seen my mistress laughing and cry- ing over a little book that she says is a story of a horse's life, and sometimes she puts the book down close to my nose to let me see the pictures. I love my dear mistress ; I can say no more than that ; I love her better than any one else in the world ; and I think it will please her if I write the story of a dog's life. She loves dumb animals, and it always grieves her to see them treated cruelly. I have heard her say that if all the boys and girls in the world were to rise up and say that there should be no more cruelty to animals, they could put a stop to it. Perhaps it will help a little if I tell a story. I am fond of boys and girls, and though I have seen many cruel men and women, I have seen few cruel children. I think the more stories there are written about dumb animals, the better it will be for us. In telling my story, I think I had better begin at the first and come right on to the end. I was born in a stable on the outskirts of a small town in Maine called Fairport. The first thing I remem- ber was lying close to my mother and being very snug and warm. The next thing I remember was being always hungry. I had a number of brothers ONLY A CUR 15 and sisters — six in. all — and my mother never had enough milk for us. She was always half starved herself, so she could not feed us properly. I am very unwilling to say much about my early life. I have lived so long in a family where there is never a harsh word spoken, and where no one thinks of ill-treating anybody or anything, that it seems almost wrong even to think or speak of such a matter as hurting a poor dumb beast. The man that owned my mother was a milk- man. He kept one horse and three cows, and he had a shaky old cart that he used to put his milk cans in. I don't think there can be a worse man in the world than that milkman. It makes me shud- der now to think of him. His name was Jenkins, and I am glad to think that he is getting punished now for his cruelty to poor dumb animals and to human beings. If you think it is wrong that I am glad, you must remember that I am only a dog. The first notice that he took of me when I was a little puppy, just able to stagger about, was to give me a kick that sent me into a corner of the stable. He used to beat and starve my mother. I have seen him use his heavy whip to punish her till her body was covered with blood. When I got older I asked her why she did not run away. She said she did not wish to ; but I soon found out that the reason she did not run away, was because she loved Jenkins. Cruel and savage as he was, she yet loved him, and I believe she would have laid down her life for him. 1 6 BEAUTIFUL JOE Now that I am old, I know that there are more men in the world like Jenkins. They are not crazy, they are not drunkards ; they simply seem to be possessed with a spirit of wickedness. There are well-to-do people, yes, and rich people, who will treat animals, and even little children, with such terrible cruelty, that one cannot even men- tion the things that they are guilty of. One reason for Jenkins' cruelty was his idleness. After he went his rounds in the morning with his milk cans, he had nothing to do till late in the afternoon but take care of his stable and yard. If he had kept them neat, and groomed his horse, and cleaned the cows, and dug up the garden, it would have taken up all his time ; but he never tidied the place at all, till his yard and stable got so littered up with things he threw down that he could not make his way about. His house and stable stood in the middle of a large field, and they were at some distance from the road. Passers-by could not see how untidy the place was. Occasionally, a man came to look at the premises, and see that they were in good order, but Jenkins always knew when to expect him, and had things cleaned up a little. I used to wish that some of the people that took milk from him would come and look at his cows. In the spring and summer he drove them out to pasture, but during the winter they stood all the time in the dirty, dark stable, where the chinks in the wall were so big that the snow swept through almost in drifts. The ground was always muddy ONLY A CUR 17 and wet ; there was only one small window on the north side, where the sun only shone in for a short time in the afternoon. They were very unhappy cows, but they stood patiently and never complained, though sometimes I know they must have nearly frozen in the bitter winds that blew through the stable on winter nigl^s. They were lean and poor, and were never in good health. Besides being cold they were fed on very poor food. Jenkins used to come home nearly every after- noon with a great tub in the back of his cart that was full of what he called "peelings." It was kitchen stuff that he asked the cooks at the differ- ent houses where he delivered milk, to save for him. They threw rotten vegetables, fruit parings, and scraps from the table into a tub, and gave them to him at the end of a few days. A sour, nasty mess it always was, and not fit to give any creature. Sometimes, when he had not many * ' peelings, ' ' he would go to town and get a load of decayed vegetables, that grocers were glad to have him take off their hands. This food, together with poor hay, made the cows give very poor milk, and Jenkins used to put some white powder in it, to give it " body," as he said. Once a very sad thing happened about the milk^ that no one knew about but Jenkins and his wife. She was a poor, unhappy creature, very frightened at her husband, and not daring to speak much' to- l8 BEAUTIFUL JOE him. She was not a clean woman, and saw a worse-looking house than she kept. She used to do very queer things, that I know now no housekeeper should do. I have seen her catch up the broom to pound potatoes in the pot. She pounded with the handle, and the broom would fly up and down in the air, dropping dust into the pot where the potatoes were. Her pan of soft-mixed bread she often left uncovered in the kitchen, and sometimes the hens walked in and sat in it. The children used to play in mud puddles about the door. It was the youngest of them that sickened with some kind of fever early in the spring, before Jenkins began driving the cows out to pasture. The child was very ill, and Mrs. Jen- Mns wanted to send for a doctor, but her husband would not let her. They made a bed in the kitchen,' close to the stove, and Mrs. Jenkins nursed the child as best she could. She did all her work near by, and I saw her several times wiping the child's face with the cloth that she used for washing her milk pans. Nobody knew outside the family that the little girl was ill. Jenkins had such a bad name, that none of the neighbors would visit them. By-and- by the child got well, and a week or two later Jen- kins came home with quite a frightened face, and told his wife that the husband of one of his cus- tomers was very ill with typhoid fever. After a time the gentleman died, and the cook told Jenkins that the doctor wondered how he could ONLY A CUR have taken the fever, for there was not a case in town. There was a widow left with three orphans, and they never knew that they had to blame a dirty, careless milkman for taking a kind husband and father from them. CHAPTER II THE CRUEL MILKMAN HAVE said that Jenkins spent most of his days in idleness. He had to start out very early in the morning, in order to supply his customers with milk for breakfast. Oh, how ugly he used to be, when he came into the stable on cold winter mornings, before the sun was up. He would hang his lantern on a hook, and get his milking stool, and if the cows did not step aside just to suit him, he would seize a broom or fork, and beat them cruelly. My mother and I slept on a heap of straw in the corner of the stable, and when she heard his step in the morning she always roused me, so that we could run out-doors as soon as he opened the stable door. He always aimed a kick at us as we passed, but my mother taught me how to dodge him. After he finished milking, he took the pails of milk up to the house for Mrs. Jenkins to strain and put in the cans, and he came back and harnessed his horse to the cart. His horse was called Toby, and a poor, miserable, broken-down creature he THE CRUEL MILKMAN 21 was. He was weak in the knees, and weak in the back, and weak all over, and Jenkins had to beat him all the time, to make him go. He had been a cab horse, and his mouth had been jerked, and twisted, and sawed at, till one would think there could be no feeling left in it ; still I have seen him wince and curl up his lip when Jenkins thrust in the frosty bit on a winter's morning. Poor old Toby ! I used to lie on my straw some- times and wonder he did not cry out with pain. Cold and half starved he always was in the winter time, and often with raw sores on his body that Jenkins would try to hide by putting bits of cloth under the harness. But Toby never murmured, and he never tried to kick and bite, and he minded the least word from Jenkins, and if he swore at him, Toby would start back, or step up quickly, he was so anxious to please him. After Jenkins put him in the cart, and took in the cans, he set out on his rounds. My mother, whose name was Jess, always went with him. I used to ask her why she followed such a brute of a man, and she would hang her head, and say that sometimes she got a bone from the different houses they stopped at. But that was not the whole reason. She liked Jenkins so much, that she wanted to be with him. I had not her sweet and patient disposition, and I would not go with her. I watched her out of sight, and then ran up to the house to see if Mrs. Jenkins had any scraps for me. I nearly always got something, for she pitied me, and often gave 22 BEAUTIFUL JOE me a kind word or look with the bits of food tBafl she threw to me. When Jenkins come home, I often coaxed! mother to run about and see some of the neighbors' • dogs with me. But she never would, and I would not leave her. So, from morning to night we had to sneak about, keeping out of Jenkins' way as much as we could, and yet trying to keep him in sight. He always sauntered about with a pipe in his mouth, and his hands in his pockets, growling first at his wife and children, and then at his dumb creatures. I have not told what became of my brothers and sisters. One rainy day, when we were eight weeks old, Jenkins, followed by two or three of his ragged, dirty children, came into the stable and looked at us. Then he began to swear because we were so ugly, and said if we had been good-looking, he might have sold some of us. Mother watched him anxiously, and fearing some danger to her puppies, ran and jumped in the middle of us, and looked pleadingly up at him. It only made him swear the more. He took one pup after another, and right there, before his children and my poor distracted mother, put an end to their lives. Some of them he seized by the legs and knocked against the stalls, till their brains were dashed out, others he killed with a fork. It was very terrible. My mother ran up and down the stable, screaming with pain, and I lay weak and trembling, and expecting every THE CRUEL iMILKMAX 23 instant that my turn would come next. I don't know why he spared me. I was the only one left. His children cried, and he sent them out of the stable and went out himself. Mother picked up all the puppies and brought them to our nest in the straw and licked them, and tried to bring them back to life ; but it was of no use ; they were quite dead. We had them in our corner of the stable for some days, till Jenkins discovered them, and swearing horribly at us, he took his stable fork and threw them out in the yard, and put some earth over them. My mother never seemed the same after this. She was weak and miserable, and though she was only four years old, she seemed like an old dog. This was on account of the poor food she had been fed on. She could not run after Jenkins, and she lay on our heap of straw, only turning over with her nose the scraps of food I brought her to eat. One day she licked me gently, wagged her tail, and died. As I sat by her, feeling lonely and miserable, Jenkins came into the stable. I could not bear to look at him. He had killed my mother. There she lay, a little, gaunt, scarred creature, starved and worried to death by him. Her mouth was half open, her eyes were staring. She would never again look kindly at me, or curl up to me at night to keep me warm. Oh, how I hated her murderer ! But I sat quietly, even when he went up and turned her over with his foot to see if she was really dead. I think he was a little sorry, for ■24 BEAUTIFUL JOE lie turned scornfully toward me and said, "She was worth two of you ; why didn't you go instead ?' ' Still I kept quiet till he walked up to me and k:icked at me. My heart was nearly broken, and I could stand no more. I flew at him and gave him a savage bite on the ankle. "Oho," he said, "so you are going to be a fighter, are you ? I'll fix you for that." His face was red and furious. He seized me by the back of the neck and carried me out to the yard where a log lay on the ground. "Bill," he called to one of his children, "bring me the hatchet." He laid my head on the log and pressed one liand on my struggling body. I was now a year old and a full-sized dog. There was a quick, dreadful pain, and he had cut off my ear, not in the way they cut puppies' ears, but close to my head, so close that he cut off some of the skin be- yond it. Then he cut of the other ear, and, turn- ing me swiftly round, cut off my tail close to my body. Then he let me go and stood looking at me as I rolled on the ground and yelped in agony. He was in such a passion that he did not think that people passing by on the road might hear me. CHAPTER III MY KIND DELIVERER AND MISS LAURA ||HERE was a young man going by on a bicycle. He heard my screams, and springing off his bicycle, came hurrying up the path, and stood among us before Jenkins caught sight of him. In the midst of my pain, I heard him say fiercely, " What have you been doing to that dog ? " "I've been cuttin* his ears for fightin', my young gentleman," said Jenkins. "There is no law to prevent that, is there ? ' * " And there is no law to prevent my giving you a beating," said the young man, angrily. In a trice he had seized Jenkins by the throat, and was pounding him with all his might. Mrs. Jenkins came and stood at the house door, crying, but making no effort to help her husband. "Bring me a towel," the young man cried to her, after he had stretched Jenkins, bruised and frightened, on the ground. She snatched off her apron, and ran down with it, and the young man wrapped me in it, and taking me carefully in his arms, walked down the path to the gate. There 26 BEAUTIFUL JOE were some little boys standing there, watching him, their mouths wide open with astonishment. ** Sonny," he said to the largest of them, " if you will come behind and carry this dog, I will give you a quarter." The boy took me, and we set out. I was all smothered up in a cloth, and moaning with pain, but still I looked out occasionally to see which way we were going. We took the road to the town and stopped in front of a house on Washington Street. The young man leaned his bicycle up against the house, took a quarter from his pocket and put it in the boy's hand, and lifting me gently in his arms, went up a lane leading to the back of the house. There was a small stable there. He went into it, put me down on the floor and uncovered my body. Some boys were playing about the stable, and I heard them say, in horrified tones, "Oh, Cousin Harry, what is the matter with that dog .'^ ' ' " Hush," he said. " Don't make a fuss. You, Jack, go down to the kitchen and ask Mary for a basin of warm water and a sponge, and don't let your mother or Laura hear you." A few minutes later, the young man had bathed my bleeding ears and tail, and had rubbed some- thing on them that was cool and pleasant, and had bandaged them firmly with strips of cotton. I felt much better and was able to look about me. I was in a small stable, that was evidently not used for a stable, but more for a play-room. There were various kinds of toys scattered about, and a MY KIND DELIVERER AND MISS LAURA 1'J swing and bar, such as boys love to twist about on, in two different corners. In a box against the wall was a guinea pig, looking at me in an in- terested way. This guinea pig's name was Jeff, and he and I became good friends. A long-haired French rabbit was hopping about, and a tame white rat was perched on the shoulder of one of the boys, and kept his foothold there, no matter how suddenly the boy moved. There were so many boys, and the stable was so small, that I sup- pose he was afraid he would get stepped on if he went on the floor. He stared hard at me with his little, red eyes, and never even glanced at a queer- looking, gray cat that was watching me, too, from her bed in the back of the vacant horse stall. Out in the sunny yard, some pigeons were pecking at grain, and a spaniel lay asleep in a corner. I had never seen anything like this before, and my wonder at it almost drove the pain away. Mother and I always chased rats and birds, and once we killed a kitten. While I was puzzling over it, one of the boys cried out, "Here is Laura ! ' ' ' ' Take that rag out of the way, ' ' said Mr. Harry, kicking aside the old apron I had been wrapped in, and that was stained with my blood. One of the boys stuffed it into a barrel, and then they all looked toward the house. A young girl, holding up one hand to shade her eyes from the sun, was coming up the walk that led from the house to the stable. I thought then that I never had seen such a beautiful girl, and I 28 BEAUTIFUL JOE think so still. She was tall and slender, and had lovely brown eyes and brown hair, and a sweet smile, and just to look at her was enough to make one love her. I stood in the stable door, staring at her with all my might. "Why, what a funny dog," she said, and stopped short to looked at me. Up to this, I had not thought what a queer-looking sight I must be. Now I twisted round my head, saw the white band- age on my tail, and knowing I was not a fit spec- tacle for a pretty young lady like that, I slunk into a corner. " Poor doggie, have I hurt your feelings ? " she said, and with a sweet smile at the boys, she passed by them and came up to the guinea pig's box, be- hind which I had taken refuge. "What is the matter with your head, good dog?" she said, curiously, as she stooped over me. " He has a cold in it," said one of the boys with a laugh ; " so we put a nightcap on." She drew back, and turned very pale. "Cousin Harry, there are drops of blood on this cotton. Who has hurt this dog ? ' ' ' ' Dear Laura, ' ' and the young man coming up, laid his hand on her shoulder, "he got hurt, and I have been bandaging him." * ' Who hurt him ? ' ' " I had rather not tell you." "But I wish to know." Her voice was as gentle as ever, but she spoke so decidedly that the young man was obliged to tell her everything. All the time he was speaking, she kept touching MY KIND DELIVERER AND MISS LAURA 29 me gently with her fingers. When he had fin- ished his account of rescuing me from Jenkins, she said, quietly : " You will have th6 man punished ? " "What is the use ? That won't stop him from being cruel." " It will put a check on his cruelty." " I don't think it would do any good," said the young man, doggedly. " Cousin Harry ! " and the young girl stood up very straight and tall, her brown eyes flashing, and one hand pointing at me ; " will you let that pass ? That animal has been wronged, it looks to you to right it. The coward who has maimed it for life should be punished. A child has a voice to tell its wrong — a poor, dumb creature must suffer in silence ; in bitter, bitter silence. And," eagerly, as the young man tried to inter- rupt her, "you are doing the man himself an injustice. If he is bad enough to ill-treat his dog, he will ill-treat his wife and children. If he is checked and punished now for his cruelty, he may reform. And even if his wicked heart is not changed, he will be obliged to treat them with outward kindness, through fear of punishment." The young man looked convinced, and almost as ashamed as if he had been the one to crop my ears. " What do you want me to do ? " he said, slowly, and looking sheepishly at the boys who were staring open-mouthed at him and the young girl. The girl pulled a little watch from her belt. ' ' I 30 BEAUTIFUL JOE want you to report that man immediately. It is now five o'clock. I will go down to the police station with you, if you like." •'Very well," he said, his face brightening, and together they went off to the house. CHAPTER IV THE MORRIS BOYS ADD TO MY NAME JHE boys watched them out of sight, then one of them, whose name I afterward learned was Jack, and who came next to Miss Laura in age, gave a low whistle and said, •' Doesn't the old lady come out strong when any one or anything gets abused? I'll never forget the day she found me setting Jim on that black cat of the Wilsons. She scolded me, and then she cried, till I didn't know where to look. Plague on it, how was I going to know he'd kill the old cat ? I only wanted to drive it out of the yard. Come on, let's look at the dog." They all came and bent over me, as I lay on the floor in my corner. I wasn't much used to boys, and I didn't know how they would treat me. But I soon found by the way they handled me and talked to me, that they knew a good deal about dogs, and were accustomed to treat them kindly. It seemed very strange to have them pat me, and call me ' ' good dog." No one had ever said that to me before to-day. 32 , BEAUTIFUL JOE " He's not much of a beauty, is he ? " said one of the boys, whom they called Tom. * ' Not by a long shot, ' ' said Jack Morris, with a laugh. ' * Not any nearer the beauty mark than yourself, Tom." Tom flew at him, and they had a scuffle. The other boys paid no attention to them, but went on looking at me. One of them, a little boy with eyes like Miss Laura's, said, "What did Cousin Harry say the dog's name was ?" "Joe," answered another boy. "The little chap that carried him home told him." " We might call him * Ugly Joe ' then," said a lad with a round, fat face, and laughing eyes. I wondered very much who this boy was, and, later on, I found out that he was another of Miss Laura's brothers, and his name was Ned. There seemed to be no end to the Morris boys. "I don't think Laura would like that," said Jack Morris, suddenly coming up behind him. He was very hot, and was breathing fast, but his manner was as cool as if he had never left the group about me. He had beaten Tom, who was sitting on a box, ruefully surveying a hole in his jacket. "You see," he went on, gaspingly, "if you call him ' Ugly Joe,' her ladyship will say that you are wounding the dear dog's feelings. ' Beautiful Joe,' would be more to her liking." A shout went up from the boys. I didn't won- der that they laughed. Plain-looking I naturally was ; but I must have been hideous in those bandages. THE MORRIS BOYS ADD TO MY NAME 33 " ' Beautiful Joe,' then let it be ! " they cried. " Let us go and tell mother, and ask her to give us something for our beauty to eat." They all trooped out of the stable, and I was very sorry, for when they were with me, I did not mind so much the tingling in my ears, and the terrible pain in my back. They soon brought me some nice food, but I could not touch it ; so they went away to their play, and I lay in the box they put me in, trembling with pain, and wishing that the pretty young lady was there, to stroke me with her gentle fingers. By-and-by it got dark. The boys finished their play, and went into the house, and I saw lights twinkling in the windows. I felt lonely and mis- erable in this strange place. I would not have gone back to Jenkins' for the world, still it was the only home I had known, and though I felt that I should be happy here, I had not yet gotten used to the change. Then the pain all through my body was dreadful. My head seemed to be on fire, and there were sharp, darting pains up and down my backbone. I did not dare to howl, lest I should make the big dog, Jim, angry. He was sleeping in a kennel, out in the yard. The stable was very quiet. Up in the loft above, some rabbits that I had heard running about had now gone to sleep. The guinea pig was nesthng in the corner of his box, and the cat and the tame rat had scampered into the house long ago. At last I could bear the pain no longer. I sat 3 I 34 BEAUTIFUL JOE up in my box and looked about me. I felt as i I was going to die, and, though I was very weak, there was something inside me that made me feel as if I wanted to crawl away somewhere out of sight. I slunk out into the yard, and along the stable wall, where there was a thick clump of rasp-; berry bushes. I crept in among them and la,y down in the damp earth. I tried to scratch off my bandages, but they were fastened on too firmly, and I could not do it. I thought about my poor mother, and wished she was here to lick my sore ears. Though she was so unhappy her- self, she never wanted to see me suffer. If I had '^ not disobeyed her, I would not now be suffering so much pain. She had told me again and again not to snap at Jenkins, for it made him worse. In the midst of my trouble I heard a soft voice calling, ' ' Joe ! Joe I " It was Miss Laura' s voice, but I felt as if there were weights on my paws, and I could not go to her. " Joe ! Joe ! " she said, again. She was going up the walk to the stable, holding up a lighted lamp in her hand. She had on a white dress, and I watched her till she disappeared in the stable. She did not stay long in there. She came out and stood on the gravel. "Joe, Joe, Beautiful Joe, where are you ? You are hiding somewhere, but I shall find you." Then she came right to the spot where I was. "Poor doggie," she said, stooping down and patting me. " Are you very miserable, and did you crawl away to die? I have had dogs to do that before, but I am not J I THE MORRIS BOYS ADD TO MY NAxME 35 going to let you die, Joe." And she set her lamp on the ground, and took me in her arms. I was very thin th not nearly so fat as I am now, still I was quite an armful for her. But she did not seem to find me heavy. She took me right into the house, through the back door, and down a long flight of steps, across a hall, and into a snug kitchen. " For the land sakes. Miss Laura," said a woman who was behding over a stove, " what have you got there ? ' ' "A poor sick dog, Mary," said Miss Laura,,, seating herself on a chair. "Will you please warm a little milk for him ? And have you a box or a basket down here that he can lie in ? " ' * I guess so, ' ' said the woman ; ' ' but he' s awful: dirty; you're not going to let him sleep in the house, are you ?" "Only for to-night. He is very ill. A dread- ful thing happened to him, Mary." And^Miss Laura went on to tell her how my ears had been cut off. "Oh, that's the dog the boys were talking about," said the woman. "Poor creature, he's welcome to all I can do for him." She opened a closet door, and brought out a box, and folded a piece of blanket for me to he on. Then she heated some milk in a saucepan, and poured it in a saucer, and watched me while Miss Laura went upstairs to get a little bottle of something that would make me sleep. They poured a few drops of this medicine into the milk and offered it to me. 36 BEAUTIFUL JOE I lapped a little, but I could not finish it, eve though Miss Laura coaxed me very gently to d so. She dipped her finger in the milk and held i' out to me, and though I did not want it, I could not be ungrateful enough to refuse to lick her fin- ger as often as she offered it to me. After the milk was gone, Mary lifted up my box, and car- ried me into the washroom that was off the kitchen. I soon fell sound asleep, and could not rouse myself through the night, even though I both smelled and heard some one coming near me several times. The next morning I found out that it was Miss Laura. Whenever there was a sick animal in the house, no matter if it was only the tame rat, she would get up two or three times j in the night, to see if there was anything she could do to make it more comfortable. CHAPTER V MY NEW HOME AND A SELFISH LADY DON'T believe that a dog could have fallen into a happier home than I did. In a week, thanks to good nursing, good food, and kind words, I was almost well. Mr. Harry washed and dressed my sore ears and tail every day till he went home, and one day, he and the boys gave me a bath out in the stable. They carried out a tub of warm water and stood me in it. I had never been washed before in my life, and it felt very queer. Miss Laura stood by laugh- ing and encouraging me not to mind the streams of water trickling all over me. I couldn't help wondering what Jenkins would have said if he could have seen me in that tub. That reminds me to say, that two days after I arrived at the Morrises', Jack, followed by all the other boys, came running into the stable. He had a newspaper in his hand, and with a great deal of laughing and joking, read this to me : '' Fairport Daily News, June 3d. In the police court this morning, James Jenkins, for cruelly tor- turing and mutilating a dog, fined ten dollars and 38 BEAUTIFUL JOE Then he said, "What do you think of Joe ? Five dollars apiece for your ears and tail thrown in. That's all they're worth in the eyes of the law. Jenkins has had his fun and you'll go through life worth about three-quarters of " a dog. I'd lash rascals like that. Tie them up and flog them till they were scarred and mutilated a little bit themselves. Just wait till I'm president. But there's some more, old fellow. Listen : ' Our reporter visited the house of the above-mentioned Jenkins, and found a most deplorable state of affairs. The house, yard and stable were inde- scribably filthy. His horse bears the marks of ill-usage, and is in an emaciated condition. His cows are plastered up with mud and filth, and are covered with vermin. Where is our health in- spector, that he does not exercise a more watchful supervision over establishments of this kind ? To allow milk from an unclean place like this to be sold in the town, is endangering the health of its inhabitants. Upon inquiry, it was found that the man Jenkins bears a very bad character. Steps are being taken to have his wife and children removed from him.' " Jack threw the paper into my box, and he and the other boys gave three cheers for the Daily News and then ran away. How glad I was ! It did not matter so much for me, for I had escaped him, but now that it had been found out what a cruel man he was, there would be a restraint upon him, and ; poor Toby and the cows would have a happier time. I was going to tell about the Morris family. MY NEW HOME AND A SELFISH LADY 39 There were Mr. Morris, who was a clergyman and preached in a church in Fairport ; Mrs. Morris, his wife ; Miss Laura, who was the eldest of the family ; then Jack, Ned, Carl, and Willie. I think one reason why they were such a good family was because Mrs. Morris was such a good woman. She loved her husband and children, and did everything she could to make them happy. Mr. Morris was a very busy man and rarely interfered in household affairs. Mrs. Morris was the one who said what was to be done and what was not to be done. Even then, when I was a young dog, I used to think that she was very wise. There was never any noise or confusion in the house, and though there was a great deal of work to be done, everything went on smoothly and pleasantly, and no one ever got angry and scolded as they did in the Jenkins family. Mrs. Morris was very particular about money matters. Whenever the boys came to her for money to get such things as candy and ice cream, expensive toys, and other things that boys often crave, she asked them why they wanted them. If it was for some selfish reason, she said, firmly : ' ' No, my children ; we are not rich people, and we must save our money for your education. I can- not buy you foolish things." If they asked her for money for books or some- thing to make their pet animals more comfortable, or for their outdoor games, she gave it to them willingly. Her ideas about the bringing up of children I cannot explain as clearly as she can her- 40 BEAUTIFUL JOE self, SO I will give part of a conversation that she had with a lady who was calling on her shortly after I came to Washington Street. I happened to be in the house at the time. Indeed, I used to spend the greater part of my time in the house. Jack ore day looked at me, and exclaimed : " Why does that dog stalk about, first after one and then after another, looking at us with such solemn eyes ?' ' I wished that I could speak to tell him that I had so long been used to seeing animals kicked about and trodden upon, that I could not get used to the change. It seemed too good to be true. I could scarcely believe that dumb animals had rights ; but while it lasted, and human beings were so kind to me, I wanted to be with them all the time. Miss Laura understood. She drew my head up to her lap, and put her face down to me : "You like to be with us, don't you, Joe ? Stay in the house as much as you like. Jack doesn't mind, though he speaks so sharply. When you get tired of us go out in the garden and have a romp with Jim." But I must return to the conversation I referred to. It was one fine June day, and Mrs. Morris was sewing in a rocking-chair by the window. I was beside her, sitting on a hassock, so that I could look out into the street. Dogs love variety and excitement, and like to see what is going on out- doors as well as human beings. A carriage drove up to the door, and a finely-dressed lady got out and came up the steps. MY NEW HOME AND A SELFISH LADY 4I Mrs. Morris seemed glad to see her, and called her Mrs. Montague. I was pleased with her, for she had some kind of perfume about her that I liked to smell. So I went and sat on the hearth rug quite near her. They had a little talk about things I did not understand and then the lady's eyes fell on me. She looked at me through a bit of glass that was hanging by a chain from her neck, and pulled away her beautiful dress lest I should touch it. I did not care any longer for the perfume, and went away and sat very straight and stiff at Mrs. Morris' feet. The lady's eyes still followed me. "I beg your pardon, Mrs. Morris," she said; "but that is a very queer-looking dog you have there." "Yes," said Mrs. Morris, quietly ; "he is not a handsome dog." "And he is a new one, isn't he?" said Mrs. Montague. "Yes." " And that makes " "Two dogs, a cat, fifteen or twenty rabbits, a rat, about a dozen canaries, and two dozen gold- fish, I don't know how many pigeons, a few ban- tams, a guinea pig, and — well, I don't think there is anything more." They both laughed, and Mrs. Montague said : • ' You have quite a menagerie. My father would never allow one of his children to keep a pet ani- mal. He said it would make his girls rough and noisy to romp about the house with cats, and his 42 BEAUTIFUL JOE boys would look like rowdies if they went about with dogs at their heels." * • I have never found that it made my children more rough to play with their pets," said Mrs. Morris. " No, I should think not," said the lady, lan- guidly. "Your boys are the most gentlemanly lads in Fairport, and as for Laura, she is a perfect little lady. I like so much to have them come and see Charlie. They wake him up, and yet don't make him naughty. ' ' "They enjoyed their last visit very much," said Mrs. Morris. ' ' By the way, I have heard them talking about getting Charlie a dog." • ' Oh ! ' ' cried the lady, with a little shudder, * * beg them not to. I cannot sanction that. I hate dogs." "Why do you hate them?" asked Mrs. Mor- ris, gently. l * * They are such dirty things ; they always smell and have vermin on them." "A dog," said Mrs. Morris, "is something like a child. If you want it clean and pleasant, you have got to keep it so. This dog's skin is as clean as yours or mine. Hold still, Joe," and she brushed the hair on my back the wrong way, and showed Mrs. Montague how pink and free from dust my skin was. Mrs. Montague looked at me more kindly, and even held out the tips of her fingers to me. I did not lick them. I only smelled them, and she drew her hand back again. MY NEW HOME AND A SELFISH LADY 43 ' ' You have never been brought in contact with the lower creation as I have," said Mrs. Morris ; "just let me tell you, in a few words, what a help dumb animals have been to me in the up-bringing of my children— my boys, especially. When I was a young married woman, going about the slums of New York with my husband, I used to come home and look at my two babies as they lay in their Httle cots, and say to him, * What are we going to do to keep these children from selfishness — the curse of the world ?' ' ' ' Get them to do something for somebody outside themselves,' he always said. And I have tried to act on that principle. Laura is naturally unselfish. With her tiny, baby fingers, she w^ould take food from her own mouth and put it into Jack's, if we did not watch her. I have never had any trouble with her. But the boys were born selfish, tiresomely, disgustingly selfish. They were good boys in many ways. As they grew older, they were respectful, obedient, they were not untidy, and not particularly rough, but their one thought was for themselves — each one for himself, and they used to quarrel with each other in regard to their rights. While we were in New York, we had only a small, back yard. When we came here, I said, 'I am going to try an experiment.' We got this house because it had a large garden, and a stable that would do for the boys to play in. Then I got them together, and had a little serious talk. I said I was not pleased with the way in which they were living. They did nothing for any 44 BEAUTIFUL JOE one but themselves from morning to night. If I asked them to do an errand for me, it was done unwillingly. Of course, I knew they had their school for a part of the day, but they had a good deal of leisure time when they might do something for some one else. I asked them if they thought they were going to make real, manly Christian boys at this rate, and they said no. Then I asked them what we should do about it. They all said, ' You tell us mother, and we'll do as you say.' I pro- posed a series of tasks. Each one to do something for somebody, outside and apart from himself, every day of his life. They all agreed to this, and told me to allot the tasks. If I could have afforded it, I would have gotten a horse and cow, and had them take charge of them ; but I could not do that, so I invested in a pair of rabbits for Jack, a pair of canaries for Carl, pigeons for Ned, and bantams for Willie. I brought these creatures home, put them into their hands, and told them to provide for them. They were delighted with my choice, and it was very amusing to see them scurry- ing about to provide food and shelter for their pets, and hear their consultations with other boys. The end of it all is, that I am perfectly satisfied with my experiment. My boys, in caring for these dumb creatures, have become unselfish and thought- ful. They had rather go to school without their own breakfast than have the inmates of the stable go hungry. They are getting a humane education, a heart education, added to the intellectual educa- tion of their schools. Then it keeps them at home. MY NEW HOME AND A SELFISH LADY 45 I used to be worried with the Ungering about street corners, the dawdUng around with other boys, and the idle, often worse than idle, talk indulged in. Now they have something to do, they are men of business. They are always hammering and pound- ing at boxes and partitions out there in the stable, or cleaning up, and if they are sent out on an errand, they do it and come right home. I don't mean to say that we have deprived them of liberty. They have their days for base-ball, and foot-ball, and excursions to the woods, but they have so much to do at home, that they won't go away unless for a specific purpose." While Mrs. Morris was talking, her visitor leaned forward in her chair, and listened atten- tively. When she finished, Mrs. Montague said, quietly, " Thank you, I am glad that you told me this. I shall get Charlie a dog." ' * I am glad to hear you say that, ' ' replied Mrs. Morris. " It will be a good thing for your little boy. I should not wish my boys to be without a good, faithful dog. A child can learn many a lesson from a dog. This one," pointing to me, ' ' might be held up as an example to many a human being. He is patient, quiet, and obedient. My husband says that he reminds him of three words in the Bible — ' through much tribulation.' '* ' ' W' hy does he say that ? ' ' asked Mrs. Mon- tague, curiously. ' ' Because he came to us from a very unhappy home." And Mrs. Morris went on to tell her friend what she knew of my early days. 46 BEAUTIFUL JOE When she stopped, Mrs. Montague's face was shocked and pained. "How dreadful to think that there are such creatures as that man Jenkins in the world. And you say that he has a wife and children. Mrs. Morris, tell me plainly, are there many such unhappy homes in Fairport ? ' ' Mrs. Morris hesitated for a minute, then she said, earnestly: "My dear friend, if you could see all the wickedness, and cruelty, and vileness, that is practised in this little town of ours in one night, you could not rest in your bed." Mrs. Montague looked dazed. "I did not dream that it was as bad as that, ' ' she said. * • Are we worse than other towns ? ' * " No ; not worse, but bad enough. Over and over again the saying is true, one-half the world does not know how the other half lives. How can all this misery touch you ? You live in your lovely house out of the town. When you come in, you drive about, do your shopping, make calls, and go home again. You never visit the poorer streets. The people from them never come to you. You are rich, your people before you were rich, you live in a state of isolation." " But that is not right," said the lady in a wail- ing voice. "I have been thinking about this matter lately. I read a great deal in the papers about the misery of the lower classes, and I think we richer ones ought to do something to help them. Mrs. Morris, what can I do ? " The tears came in Mrs. Morris' eyes. She looked at the little, frail lady, and said, simply : MY NEW HOME AND A SELFISH LADY 47 *'Dear Mrs. Montague, I think the root of the whole matter Ues in this. The Lord made us all one family. We are all brothers and sisters. The lowest woman is your sister and my sister. The man lying in the gutter is our brother. What should we do to help these members of our com- mon family, who are not as well off as we are ? We should share our last crust with them. You and I, but for God's grace in placing us in differ- ent surroundings, might be in their places. I think it is wicked neglect, criminal neglect in us to ignore this fact." " It is, it is," said Mrs. Montague, in a despair- ing voice. "I can't help feeling it. Tell me something I can do to help some one." Mrs. Morris sank back in her chair, her face very sad, and yet with something like pleasure in her eyes as she looked at her caller. ' * Your washerwoman," she said, "has a drunken hus- band and a cripple boy. I have often seen her standing over her tub, washing your delicate muslins and laces, and dropping tears into the water. ' ' "I will never send her anything more — she shall not be troubled," said Mrs. Montague, hastily. Mrs. Morris could not help smiling. " I have not made myself clear. It is not the washing that troubles her ; it is her husband who beats her, and her boy who worries her. If you and I take our work from her, she will have that much less money to depend upon, and will suffer in consequence. 48 BEAUTIFUL JOE She is a hard-working and capable woman, and makes a fair hving. I would not advise you to give her money, for her husband would find it out, and take it from her. It is sympathy that she wants. If you could visit her occasionally, and show that you are interested in her, by talking or reading to her poor foolish boy or showing him a picture-book, you have no idea how grateful she would be to you, and how it would cheer her on her dreary way." " I will go to see her to-morrow," said Mrs. Montague. "Can you think of any one else I could visit ?' ' " A great many, " said Mrs. Morris; "but I don't think you had better undertake too much at once. I will give you the addresses of three or four poor families, where an occasional visit would do untold good. That is, it will do them good if you treat them as you do your richer friends. Don't give them too much money, or too many presents, till you find out what they need. Try to feel inter- ested in them. Find out their ways of living, and what they are going to do with their children, and help them to get situations for them if you can. And be sure to remember that poverty does not always take away one's self-respect." "I will, I will," said Mrs. Montague, eagerly. "When can you give me these addresses ? " Mrs. Morris smiled again, and, taking a piece of paper and a pencil from her work basket, wrote a few lines and handed them to Mrs. Montague. MY NEW HOME AND A SELFISH LADY 49 The lady got up to take her leave. " And in regard to the dog," said Mrs. Morris, following her to the door, ' ' if you decide to allow Charlie to have one, you had better let him come in and have a talk with my boys about it. They seem to know all *the dogs that are for sale in the town." ' ' Thank you ; I shall be most happy to do so. He shall have his dog. When can you have him ? " ' ' To-morrow, the next day, any day at all. It makes no difference to me. Let him spend an afternoon and evening with the boys, if you do not object." "It will give me much pleasure," and the little lady bowed and smiled, and after stooping down to pat me, tripped down the steps, and got into her carriage and drove away. Mrs. Morris stood looking after her with a beaming face, and I began to think that I should hke Mrs. Montague, too, if I knew her long enough. Two days later I was quite sure I should, for I had a proof that she really liked me. When her little boy Charlie came to the house, he brought some- thing for me done up in white paper. Mrs. Morris opened it, and there was a handsome, nickel-plated collar, with my name on it — Beauti- ful Joe. Wasn't I pleased! They took off the little shabby leather strap that the boys had given me when I came, and fastened on my new collar, and then Mrs. Morris held me up to a glass to look at myself. I felt so happy. Up to this time 50 BEAUTIFUL JOE I had felt a little ashamed of my cropped ears and docked tail, but now that I had a fine new collar I could hold up my head with any dog. "Dear old Joe," said Mrs. Morris, pressing my head tightly between her hands. "You did a good thing the other day in helping me to start that little woman out of her selfish way of living." I did not know about that, but I knew that I felt very grateful to Mrs. Montague for my new collar, and ever afterward, when I met her in the street, I stopped and looked at her. Sometimes she saw me and stopped her carriage to speak to me ; but I always wagged my tail, or rather my body, for I had no tail to wag, whenever I saw her, whether she saw me or not. Her son got a beautiful Irish setter, called "Brisk." He had a silky coat and soft brown eyes, and his young master seemed very fond of him. CHAPTER VI THE FOX TERRIER BILLY HEN I came to the Morrises, I knew noth- ing about the proper way of bringing up a puppy. I once heard of a little boy whose sister beat him so much that he said he was brought up by hand ; so I think as Jenkins kicked me so much, I may say that I was brought up by foot. Shortly after my arrival in my new home, I had a chance of seeing how one should bring up a little puppy. One day I was sitting beside Miss Laura in the parlor, when the door opened and Jack came in. One of his hands was laid over the other, and he said to his sister, " Guess what I've got here." " A bird," she said. "No." "A rat." "No." " A mouse." • ' No — a pup. ' ' "Oh, Jack," she said, reprovingly; for she thought he was telling a story. 51 52 , BEAUTIFUL JOE He opened his hands and there lay the tiniest morsel of a fox terrier puppy that I ever saw. He was white, with black and tan markings. His body was pure white, his tail black, with a dash of tan ; his ears black, and his face evenly marked with black and tan. We could not tell the color of his eyes, as they were not open. Later on, they turned out to be a pretty brown. His nose was pale pink, and when he got older, it became jet black. "Why, Jack !" exclaimed Miss Laura, "his eyes aren't open ; why did you take him from his mother ? ' ' "She's dead," said Jack. "Poisoned — left her pups to run about the yard for a little exercise. Some brute had thrown over a piece of poisoned meat, and she ate it. Four of the pups died. This is the only one left. Mr. Robinson says his man doesn't understand raising pups without their mothers, and as he is going away, he wants us to have it, for we always had such luck in nursing sick animals." Mr. Robinson I knew was a friend of the Mor- rises, and a gentleman who was fond of fancy stock, and imported a great deal of it from Eng- land. If this puppy came from him, it was sure to be good one. Miss Laura took the tiny creature, and went upstairs very thoughtfully. I followed her, and watched her get a little basket and line it with cot- ton wool. She put the puppy in it and looked at him. Thous^h it was midsummer, and the house THE FOX TERRIER BILLY 53 seemed very warm to me, the little creature was shivering, and making a low murmuring noise. She pulled the wool all over him and put the win- dow down, and set his basket in the sun. Then she went to the kitchen and got some warm milk. She dipped her finger in it, and offered it to the puppy, but he went nosing about it in a stupid way, and wouldn' t touch it. * * Too young, Miss Laura said. She got a httle piece of muslin, put some bread in it, tied a string round it, and dipped it in the milk. When she put this to the puppy's mouth, he sucked it greedily. He acted as if he was starving, but Miss Laura only let him have a little. Every few hours for the rest of the day, she gave him some more milk, and I heard the boys say that for many nights she got up once or twice and heated milk over a lamp for him. One night the milk got cold before he took it, and he swelled up and became so ill that Miss Laura had to rouse her mother and get some hot water to plunge him in. That made him well again, and no one seemed to think it was a great deal of trouble to take for a creature that was nothing but a dog. He fully repaid them for all his care, for he turned out to be one of the prettiest and most lov- able dogs that I ever saw. They called him Billy, and the two events of his early life were the open- ing of his eyes and the swallowing of his muslin rag. The rag did not seem to hurt him ; but Miss Laura said that, as he had got so strong and so greecy, he must learn to eat like other dogs. 54 BEAUTIFUL JOE He was very amusing when he was a puppy. He was full of tricks, and he crept about in a mischievous way when one did not know he was near. He was a very small puppy and used to climb inside Miss Laura's Jersey sleeve up to her shoulder when he was six weeks old. One day, when the whole family was in the parlor, Mr. Mor- ris suddenly flung aside his newspaper, and began jumping up and down. Mrs. Morris was very much alarmed, and cried out, " My dear William, what is the matter ? ' ' "There's a rat up my leg," he said, shaking it violently. Just then little Billy fell out on the floor and lay on his back looking up at Mr. Morris with a surprised face. He had felt cold and thought it would be warm inside Mr. Morris' trouser's leg. However, Billy never did any real mischief, thanks to Miss Laura's training. She began to punish him just as soon as he began to tear and worry things. The first thing he attacked was Mr. Morris' felt hat. The wind blew it down the hall one day, and Billy came along and began to try it with his teeth. I dare say it felt good to them, for a puppy is very like a baby and loves something to bite. Miss Laura found him, and he rolled his eyes at her quite innocently, not knowing that he was doing wrong. She took the hat away, and point- ing from it to him, said, " Bad Billy ! " Then she gave him two or three slaps with a bootlace. She never struck a little doc^ with her hand or a stick. THE FOX TERRIER BILLY 55 She said clubs were for big dogs and switches for httle dogs, if one had to use them. The best way was to scold them, for a good dog feels a severe scolding as much as a whipping. Billy was very much ashamed of himself. Nothing would induce him even to look at a hat again. But he thought it was no harm to worry other things. He attacked one thing after another, the rugs on the floor, curtains, anything flying or fluttering, and Miss Laura patiently scolded him for each one, till at last it dawned upon him that he must not worry anything but a bone. Then he got to be a very good dog. There was one thing that Miss Laura was very particular about, and that was to have him fed regularly. We both got three meals a day. We were never allowed to go into the dining room, and while the family was at the table, we lay in the hall outside and watched what was going on. Dogs take a great interest in what any one gets to eat. It was quite exciting to see the Morrises passing each other different dishes, and to smell the nice, hot food. Billy often wished that he could get up on the table. He said that he would make things fly. When he was growing, he hardly ever got enough to eat. I used to tell him that he would kill himself if he could eat all he wanted to. As soon as meals were over, Billy and I scam- pered after Miss Laura to the kitchen. We each had our own plate for food. Mary the cook often laughed at Miss Laura, because she would not $6 BEAUTIFUL JOE let her dogs * * dish ' ' together. Miss Laura said that if she did, the larger one would get more than his share, and the little one would starve. It was quite a sight to see Billy eat. He spread his legs apart to steady himself, and gob- bled at his food like a duck. When he finished he always looked up for more, and Miss Laura would shake her head and say : * * No, Billy ; better longing than loathing. I believe that a great many little dogs are killed by over- feeding." I often heard the Morrises speak of the foolish way in which some people stuffed their pets with food, and either kill them by it or keep them in continual ill health. A case occurred in our neighborhood while Billy was a puppy. Some people, called Dobson, who lived only a few doors from the Morrises, had a fine bay mare and a little colt called Sam. They were very proud of this colt, and Mr. Dobson had promised it to his son James. One day Mr. Dobson asked Mr. Morris to come in and see the colt, and I went, too. I watched Mr. Morris while he examined it. It was a pretty little creature, and I did not wonder that they thought so much of it. ' ' When Mr. Morris went home his wife asked him what he thought of it. "I think," he said, "that it won't live long." "Why, papa!" exclaimed Jack, who over- heard the remark, "it is as fat as a seal." " It would have a better chance for its life if it were lean and scrawny," said Mr. Morris. THE FOX TERRIER BILLY 57 "They are over-feeding it, and I told Mr. Dobson so ; but he wasn't incHned to beUeve me." Now, Mr. Morris had been brought up in the country, and knew a great deal about animals, so I was inclined to think he was right. And sure enough, in a few days, we heard that the colt was dead. Poor James Dobson felt very badly. A num- ber of the neighbors' boys went into see him, and there he stood gazing at the dead colt, and looking as if he wanted to cry. Jack was there and I was at his heels, and though he said nothing for a time, I knew he was angry with the Dobsons for sacrificing the colt's life. Presently he said, "You won't need to have that colt stuffed now he's dead, Dobson." ' ' What do you mean ? Why do you say that ? ' ' asked the boy, peevishly. * * Because you stuffed him while he was alive, said Jack, saucily. Then we had to run for all we were worth, for the Dobson boy was after us, and as he was a big fellow he would have whipped Jack soundly. I must not forget to say that Billy was washed regularly — once a week with nice-smelling soap, and once a month with strong-smelling, disagree- able, carbolic soap. He had his own towels and wash cloths, and after being rubbed and scrubbed, he was rolled in a blanket and put by the fire to dry. Miss Laura said that a little dog that has been petted and kept in the house, and has become tender, should never be washed and allowed to 58 BEAUTIFUL JOE run about with a wet coat, unless the weather was very warm, for he would be sure to take cold. Jim and I were more hardy than Billy, and we took our baths in the sea. Every few days the boys took us down to the shore, and we went in swimming with them. I I CHAPTER VII TRAINING A PUPPY I ED, dear," said Miss Laura one day, "I wish you would train Billy to follow and retrieve. He is four months old now, and I shall soon want to take him out in the street. ' ' "Very well, sister," said mischievous Ned; and catching up a stick, he said, " Come out into the garden, dogs." Though he was brandishing his stick very fiercely, I was not at all afraid of him ; and as for Billy, he loved Ned. The Morris garden was really not a garden, but a large piece of ground with the grass worn bare in many places, a few trees scattered about, and some raspberry and currant bushes along the fence. A lady who knew that Mr. Morris had not a large salary, said one day when she was looking out of the dining-room window, "My dear Mrs. Morris, why don't you have this garden dug up ? You could raise your own vegetables. It would be so much cheaper than buying them." Mrs. Morris laughed in great amusement. 60 BEAUTIFUL j'OE " Think of the hens, and cats, and dogs, and rab- bits, and, above all, the boys that I have. What sort of a garden would there be, and do you think it would be fair to take their playground from them ? ' ' The lady said, " No, she did not think it would be fair." I am sure I don't know what the boys would have done without this strip of ground. Many a frohc and game they had there. In the present case, Ned walked around and around it, with his stick on his shoulder, Billy and I strolling after him. Presently Billy made a dash aside to get a bone. Ned turned around and said firmly, " To heel ! ' ' Billy looked at him innocently, not knowing what he meant. "To heel!" exclaimed Ned again. Billy thought he wanted to play, and putting his head on his paws, he began to bark. Ned laughed; still he kept saying ** To heel ! " He would not say another word. He knew if he said "Come here," or "Follow," or "Go behind," it would confuse Billy. Finally, as Ned kept saying the words over and over, and pointing to me, it seemed to dawn upon Billy that he wanted him to follow him. So he came beside me, and together we followed Ned around the garden, again and again. Ned often looked behind with a pleased face, and I felt so proud to think I was doing well ; but suddenly I got dreadfully confused when he turned around and said, " Hie out ! " TRAINING A PUPPY 6 1 The Morrises all used the same words in train- ing their dogs, and I had heard Miss Laura say this, but I had forgotten what it meant. "Good Joe," said Ned, turning around and patting me, "you have forgotten. I wonder where Jim is? He would help us." He put his fingers in his mouth and blew a shrill whistle, and soon Jim came trotting up the lane from the street. He looked at us with his large, intelligent eyes, and wagged his tail slowly, as if to say, "Well, what do you want of me ? " " Come and give me a hand at this training business, old Sobersides," said Ned, with a laugh. "It's too slow to do it alone. Now, young gentle- men, attention ! To heel !" He began to march around the garden again, and Jim and I followed closely at his heels, while little Billy, seeing that he could not get us to play with him, came lagging behind. Soon Ned turned around and said, " Hie out !" Old Jim sprang ahead, and . ran off in front as if he was after something. Now I remembered what ' ' hie out ' ' meant. We were to have a lovely race wherever we liked. Little Billy loved this. We ran and scampered hither and thither, and Ned watched us, laughing at our antics. After tea, he called us out in the garden again, and said he had something else to teach us. He turned up a tub on the wooden platform at the back door, and sat on it, and then called Jim to him. He took a small leather strap from his pocket. It had a nice, strong smell. We all licked it, and 62 BEAUTIFUL JOE each dog wished to have it. ' ' No, Joe and Billy, ' said Ned, holding us both by our collars ; ' ' you wait a minute. Here, Jim.' Jim watched him very earnestly, and Ned threw the strap half-way across the garden, and said, "Fetch it.' Jim never moved till he heard the words, * • Fetch it. ' ' Then he ran swiftly, brought the strap, and dropped it in Ned's hand. Ned sent him after it two or three times, then he said to Jim, " Lie down," and turned to me. *•' Here, Joe ; it is your turn." He threw the strap under the raspberry bushes, then looked at me and said, * * Fetch it. " I knew quite well what he meant, and ran joyfully after it. I soon found it by the strong smell, but the queerest thing happened when I got it in my mouth. I began to gnaw it and play with it, and when Ned called out, ' ' Fetch it, " I dropped it and ran toward him. I was not obstinate, but I was stupid. Ned pointed to the place where it was, and spread out his empty hands. That helped me, and I ran quickly and got it. He made me get it for him several times. Sometimes I could not find it, and sometimes I dropped it ; but he never stirred. He sat still till I brought it to him. After a while he tried Billy, but it soon got dark, and we could not see, so he took Billy and went into the house. I stayed out with Jim for a while, and he asked me if I knew why Ned had thrown a strap for us, instead of a bone or something hard. TRAINING A PUPPY 63 Of course I did not know, so Jim told me it .was on his account. He was a bird dog, and was never allowed to carry anything hard in his mouth, because it would make him hard-mouthed, and he would be apt to bite the birds when he was bring- ing them back to any person who was shooting with him. He said that he had been so carefully trained that he could even carry three eggs at a time in his mouth. I said to him, "Jim, how is it that you never go out shooting ? I have always heard that you were a dog for that, and yet you never leave home." He hung his head a little, and said he did not wish to go, and then, for he was an honest dog, he gave me the true reason. CHAPTER VIII A RUINED DOG WAS a sporting dog," he said, bitterly, " for the first three years of my life. I belonged to a man who keeps a livery stable here in Fairport, and he used to hire me out to shooting parties. "I was a favorite with all the gentlemen, I was crazy with delight when I saw the guns brought out, and would jump up and bite at them. I loved to chase birds and rabbits, and even now when the pigeons come near me, I tremble all over and have to turn away lest I should seize them. I used often to be in the woods from morn- ing till night. I liked to have a hard search after a bird after it had been shot, and to be praised for bringing it out without biting or injuring it. ' ' I never got lost, for I am one of those dogs that can always tell where human beings are. I did not smell them. I would be too far away for that, but if my master was standing in some place and I took a long round through the woods, I knew exactly where he was, and could make a short cut back to him without returning in my tracks. 64 A RUINED DOG 65 ** But I must tell you about my trouble. One Saturday afternoon a party of young men came to get me. They had a dog with them, a cocker spaniel called Bob, but they wanted another. For some reason or other, my master was very unwill- ing to have me go. However, he at last consented, and they put me in the back of the wagon with Bob and the lunch baskets, and we drove off into the country. This Bob was a happy, merry -looking dog, and as we went along, he told me of the fine time we should have next day. The young men would shoot a little, then they would get out their baskets and have something to eat and drink, and would play cards and go to sleep under the trees, and we would be able to help ourselves to legs and wings of chickens, and anything we liked from the baskets. " I did not like this at all. I was used to work- ing hard through the week, and I liked to spend my Sundays quietly at home. However, I said nothing. " That night we slept at a country hotel, and drove the next morning to the banks of a small lake where the young men were told there would be plenty of wild ducks. They were in no hurry to begin their sport. They sat down in the sun on some flat rocks at the water's edge, and said they would have something to drink before setting to work. They got out some of the bottles from the wagon, and began to take long drinks from them. Then they got quarrelsome and mischiev- ous, and seemed to forget all about their shooting. 66 BEAUTIFUL JOE One of them proposed to have some fun with the dogs. They tied us both to a tree, and throwing a stick in the water, told us to get it. Of course we struggled and tried to get free, and chafed our necks with the rope. ' * After a time one of them began to swear at me, and say that he believed I was gun-shy. He staggered to the wagon and got out his fowling piece, and said he was going to try me. " He loaded it, went to a little distance, and was going to fire, when the young man who owned Bob said he wasn't going to have his dog's legs shot off, and coming up he unfastened him and took him away. You can imagine my feelings, as I stood there tied to the tree, with that stranger point- ing his gun directly at me. He fired close to me a number of times — over my head and under my body. The earth was cut up all around me. I was terribly frightened, and howled and begged to be freed. ' * The other young men, who were sitting laugh- ing at me, thought it such good fun that they got their guns, too. I never wish to spend such a ter- \ rible hour again. I was sure they would kill me. I I dare say they would have done so, for they were all quite drunk by this time, if something had not ' happened. " Poor Bob, who was almost as frightened as I was, and who lay shivering under the wagon, was killed by a shot by his own master, whose hand was the most unsteady of all. He gave one loud howl, kicked convulsively, then turned over on A RUINED DOG 6/ his side and lay quite still. It sobered them alL They ran up to him, but he was quite dead. They sat for a while quite silent, then they threw the rest of the bottles into the lake, dug a shallow grave for Bob, and putting me in the wagon drove slowly back to town. They were not bad young men. I don't think they meant to hurt me, or to kill Bob. It was the nasty stuff in the bottles that took away their reason. " I was never the same dog again. I was quite deaf in my right ear, and though I strove against it, I was so terribly afraid of even the sight of a gun that I would run and hide myself whenever one was shown to me. My master was very angry with those young men, and it seemed as if he could not bear the sight of me. One day he took me very kindly and brought me here, and asked Mr. Morris if he did not want a good-natured dog to play with the children. "I have a happy home here and I love the Morris boys ; but I often wish that I could keep from putting my tail between my legs and running home every time I hear the sound of a gun." " Never mind that, Jim," I said. " You should not fret over a thing for which you are not to blame. I am sure you must be glad for one reason that you have left your old life. ' ' ' ' What is that ? " he said. "On account of the birds. You know Miss Laura thinks it is wrong to kill the pretty creatures that fly about the woods." "So it is," he said, unless one kills them at 68 BEAUTIFUL JOE once. I have often felt angry with, men for only half killing a bird. I hated to pick up the little, warm body, and see the bright eye looking so re- proachfully at me, and feel the flutter of life. We animals, or rather the most of us, kill mercifully, It is only human beings who butcher their prey, and seem, some of them, to rejoice in their agony. I used to be eager to kill birds and rabbits, but ] did not want to keep them before me long aftei they were dead. I often stop in the street anc look up at fine ladies' bonnets, and wonder how they can wear little dead birds in such dreadful positions. Some of them have their heads twisted under their wings and over their shoulders, and looking toward their tails, and their eyes are s< horrible that I wish I could take those ladies int the woods and let them see how easy and pretty ; live bird is, and how unlike the stuffed creatures they wear. Have you ever had a good run in th^ woods, Joe ? " " No, never," I said. " Some day I will take you, and now it is late^ and I must go to bed. Are you going to sleep in the kennel with me, or in the stable ?'' "I think I will sleep with you, Jim. Dogsr like company, you know, as well as human; beings." I curled up in the straw beside him, and soon we were fast asleep. I have known a good many dogs, but I don't think I ever saw such a good one as Jim. He was gentle and kind, and so sensitive that a hard word hurt him more than a blow. He was a great A RUINED DOG 69' pet with Mrs. Morris, and as he had been so well trained, he was able to make himself very useful to her. When she went shopping, he often carried a. parcel in his mouth for her. He would never drop it nor leave it anywhere. One day, she drop- ped her purse without knowing it, and Jim picked it up, and brought it home in his mouth. She did not notice him, for he always walked behind her, When she got to her own door, she missed the purse, and turning around saw it in Jim's mouth. Another day, a lady gave Jack Morris a canary cage as a present for Carl. He was bringing it home, when one of the little seed boxes fell out. Jim picked it up and carried it a long way, before Jack discovered it. CHAPTER IX THE PARROT BELLA OFTEN used to hear the Morrises speak about vessels that ran between Fair- port and a place called the West, Indies, carrying cargoes of lumber and fish, and bringing home molasses, spices, fruit, and other things. On one of these vessels, called the **Mary Jane," was a cabin boy, who was friend of the Morris boys, and often brought them presents. One day, after I had been with the Morrises' for some months, this boy arrived at the house with a bunch of green bananas in one hand, and a parrot in the other. The boys were delighted •with the parrot, and called their mother to see what a pretty bird she was. Mrs. Morris seemed very much touched by the boy's thoughtfulness in bringing a present such a long distance to her boys, and thanked Tiim warmly. The cabin boy became very shy, and all he could say was, " Go way ! " over and over again, in a very awkward manner. Mrs. Morris smiled, and left him with the boys, 70 THE PARROT BELLA 71 I think that she thought he would be more com- fortable with them. Jack put me up on the table to look at the par- rot. The boy held her by a string tied around one of her legs. She was a gray parrot with a few red feathers in her tail, and she had bright eyes, and a very knowing air. "The boy said he had been careful to buy a young one that could not speak, for he knew the Morris boys would not want one chattering foreign gibberish, nor yet one that would swear. He had kept her in his bunk in the ship, and had spent all his leisure time in teaching her to talk. Then he looked at her anxiously, and said, "Show off now, can't ye ? " I didn't know what he meant by all this, until afterward. I had never heard of such a thing as birds talking. I stood on the table staring hard at her, and she stared hard at me. I was just thinking that I would not like to have her sharp little beak fastened in my skin, when I heard some one say, " Beautiful Joe." The voice seemed to come from the room, but I knew all the voices there, and this was one I had never heard before, so I thought I must be mistaken, and it was some one in the hall. I struggled to get away frorn Jack to run and see who it was. But he held me fast, and laughed with all his might. I looked at the other boys and they were laughing, too. Presently, I heard again, "Beautiful Joe, Beautiful Joe." The sound was close by, and yet it did not come from the cabin boy, for he 72 BEAUTIFUL JOE was all doubled up laughing, his face as red asi a beet. " It's the parrot, Joe ! " cried Ned. " Look at] her, you gaby." I did look at her, and with her j head on one side, and the sauciest air in the ' world, she was saying : " Beau-ti-ful Joe, Beau-ti- fuljoe!" I had never heard a bird talk before, and I felt so sheepish that I tried to get down and hide myself under the table. Then she began to laugh at me. "Ha, ha, ha, good dog — sic 'em, boy. Rats, rats ! Beau-ti-ful Joe, Beau-ti-ful Joe," she cried, rattling off the words as fast as she could. I never felt so queer before in my life, and the boys were just roaring with delight at my puzzled face. Then the parrot began calling for Jim : "Where's Jim, where' s good old Jim ? Poor old dog. Give him a bone." The boys brought Jim in the parlor, and wheh he heard her funny, little, cracked voice calling him, he nearly went crazy : ' * Jimmy, Jimmy, James Augustus ! " she said, which was Jim's long name. He made a dash out of the room, and the boys screamed so that Mr. Morris came down from his study to see what the noise meant. As soon as the parrot saw him, she would not utter another word. The boys told him though what she had been saying, and he seemed much amused to think that the cabin boy should have remembered so many sayings his boys made use of, and taught them to the parrot. "Clever Polly," he said, kindly; "good Polly." THE PARROT II ELLA 73 The cabin boy looked at him shyly, and Jack, who was a very sharp boy, said quickly, •' Is not that what you call her, Henry ? " "No," said the boy ; "I call her Bell, short for Bellzebub." " I beg your pardon," said Jack, very politely. "Bell — short for Bellzebub," repeated the boy. "Ye see, I thought ye'd like a name from the Bible, bein' a minister's sons. I hadn't my Bible with me on this cruise, savin' yer presence, an' I couldn't think of any girls' names out of it, but Eve or Queen of Sheba, an' they didn't seem very fit, so I asked one of me mates, an' he says, for his part he guessed Bellzebub was as pretty a girl's name as any, so I guv her that. 'Twould 'a been better to let you name her, but ye see 'twouldn't 'a been handy not to call her somethii)', where I was teachin' her every day." Jack turned away and walked to the window, his face a deep scarlet. I heard him mutter, "Beelzebub, prince of devils," so I suppose the cabin boy had given his bird a bad name. Mr. Morris looked kindly at the cabin boy. * * Do you ever call the parrot by her whole name ? ' ' "No, sir," he replied; "I always give her Bell, but she calls herself Bella." * ' Bella," repeated Mr. Morris ; ' * that is a very pretty name. If you keep her, boys, I think you had better stick to that. ' ' "Yes, father," they all said; and then Mr. Morris started to go back to his study. On the doorsill he paused to ask the cabin boy when 74 BEAUTIFUL JOP: his ship sailed. Finding that it was to be in a few- days, he took out his pocket-book and wrote some- thing in it. The next day he asked Jack to go to town with him, and when they came home, Jack said that his father had bought an oil-skin coat for Henry Smith, and a handsome Bible, in which they were all to write their names. After Mr. Morris left the room, the door opened and Miss Laura came in. She knew nothing about the parrot and was very much surprised to see it. Seating herself at the table, she held out her hands to it. She was so fond of pets of all kinds, that she never thought of being afraid of them. At the same time, she never laid her hand suddenly on any animal. She held out her fingers and talked gently, so that if it wished to come to her it could. She looked at the parrot as if she loved it, and the queer little thing walked right up and nestled its head against th-e lace in the front of her dress. "Pretty lady," she said, in a cracked whisper, "give Bella a kiss." The boys were so pleased with this and set up such a shout, that their mother came into the room and said they had better take the parrot out to the stable. Bella seem to enjoy the fun. " Come on, boys," she screamed, as Henry Smith lifted her on his finger. " Ha, ha, ha — come on, let's have some fun. Where's the guinea pig? Where's Davy, the rat? Where's pussy? Pussy, pussy, come here. Pussy, pussy, dear, pretty puss." Her voice was shrill and distinct, and very like the voice of an old woman who came to the THE PARROT BELLA 75 house for rags and bones. I followed her out to the stable, and stayed there until she noticed me and screamed out, "Ha, Joe, Beautiful Joe! Where's your tail ? Who cut your ears off ? " I don't think it was kind in the cabin boy to teach her this, and I think she knew it teased me, for she said it over and over again, and laughed and chuckled with delight. I left her and did not see her till the next day, when the boys had got a fine, large cage for her. The place for her cage was by one of the hall windows ; but everybody in the house got so fond of her that she was moved about from one room to another. She hated her cage, and used to put her head close to the bars and plead, " Let Bella out ; Bella will be a good girl. Bella won't run away." After a time the Morrises did let her out, and she kept her word and never tried to get away. Jack put a little handle on her cage door so that she could open and shut it herself, and it was very amusing to hear her say in the morning, "Clear the track, children! Bella's going to take a walk," and see her turn the handle with her claw and come out into the room. She was a very clever bird, and I have never seen any creature but a human being that could reason as she did. She was so petted and talked to that she got to know a great many words, and on one occasion she saved the Morrises from being robbed. It was in the winter time. The family was 7^ BEAUTIFUL JOE having tea in the dining room at the back of the house, and Billy and I were lying in the hall watch- ing what was going on. There was no one in the front of the house. The hall lamp was Hghted, and the hall door closed, but not locked. Some sneak thieves, who had been doing a great deal of mischief in Fairport, crept up the steps and into the house, and, opening the door of the hall closet, laid their hands on the boys' winter overcoats. They thought no one saw them, but they were mistaken. Bella had been having a nap upstairs, .and had not come down when the tea bell rang. Now she was hopping down on her way to the dining room, and hearing the slight noise below, -stopped and looked through the railing. Any pet •creature that lives in a nice family hates a dirty, shabby person. Bella knew that those beggar boys had no business in that closet. "Bad boys!" she screamed, angrily. "Get out — get out ! Here, Joe, Joe, Beautiful Joe. Come quick. Billy, Billy, rats — Hie out, Jim, sic 'em boys. Where's the police. Call the police !" Billy and I sprang up and pushed open the door leading to the front hall. The thieves in ; terrible fright were just rushing down the front steps. One of them got away, but the other fell, and I caught him by the coat, till Mr. Morris ran and put his hand on his shoulder. He was a young fellow about Jack's age, but not one-half so manly, and he was sniffling and scolding about "that pesky parrot." Mr. Morris made him come back into the house, and had a THE PARROT BELLA "J^ talk with him. He found out that he was a poor, ignorant lad, half starved by a drunken father. He and his brother stole clothes, and sent them to^ his sister in Boston, who sold them and returned part of the money. Mr. Morris asked him if he would not like to get his living in an honest way, and he said he had tried to, but no one would employ him. Mr. Morris told him to go home and take leave of his father and get his brother and bring him to Washington street the next day. He told him plainly that if he did not he would send a. policeman after him. The boy begged Mr. Morris not to do that, and early the next morning he appeared with his. brother. Mrs. Morris gave them a good breakfast ' and fitted them out with clothes, and they were sent off in the train to one of her brothers, who was a kind farmer in the country, and who had been telegraphed to that these boys were coming, and wished to be provided with situations where, they would have a chance to make honest men of themselves. CHAPTER X billy's training continued JHEN Billy was five months old, he had his first walk in the street. Miss Laura knew that he had been well trained, so ■she did not hesitate to take him into the town. She was not the kind of a young lady to go into the street with a dog that would not behave him- :self, and she was never willing to attract atten- tion to herself by calling out orders to any of her pets. As soon as we got down the front steps, she said, quietly to Billy, "To heel." It was very hard for little, playful Billy to keep close to her, when he saw so many new and wonderful things about him. He had gotten acquainted with ■everything in the house and garden, but this outside world was full of things he wanted to look at and smell of, and he was fairly crazy to play with some of the pretty dogs he saw running about. But he did just as he was told. Soon we came to a shop, and Miss Laura went 'in to buy some ribbons. She said to me, " Stay •out," but Billy she took in with her. I watched 78 BILLY S TRAINING CONTINUED 79 them through the glass door, and saw her go to a counter and sit down. Billy stood behind her till she said, "Lie down." Then he curled himself at her feet. He lay quietly, even when she left him and went to another counter. But he eyed her very anxiously till she came back and said, "Up," to him. Then he sprang up and followed her out to the street. She stood in the shop door, and looked lov- ingly down on us as we fawned on her. ' ' Good dogs," she said, softly; "you shall have a pres- ent." We went behind her again, and she took U3 to a shop where we both lay beside the counter. When we heard her ask the clerk for solid rubber balls, we could scarcely keep still. We both knew what ' * ball ' ' meant. Taking the parcel in her hand, she came out into the street. She did not do any more shop- ping, but turned her face toward the sea. She was going to give us a nice walk along the beach, although it was a dark, disagreeable, cloudy day, when most young ladies would have stayed in the house. The Morris children never minded the weather. Even in the pouring rain, the boys would put on rubber boots and coats and go out to play. Miss Laura walked along, the high wind blowing her cloak and dress about, and when we got past the houses, she had a little run with us. We jumped, and frisked, and barked, till we were tired ; and then we walked quietly along. A little distance ahead of us were some boys 8o BEAUTIFUL JOE throwing sticks in the water for two Newfoundland dogs. Suddenly a quarrel sprang up between the dogs. They were both powerful creatures, and fairly matched as regarded size. It was terrible to hear their fierce growling, and to see the way in which they tore at each other's throats. I looked at Miss Laura. If she had said a word, I would have run in and helped the dog that was getting the worst of it. But she told me to keep back, and ran on herself. The boys were throwing water on the dogs, and pulling their tails, and hurling stones at them, but they could not separate them. Their heads seemed locked together, and they went back and forth over the stones, the boys crowding around them, shouting, and beating, and kicking at them. "Stand back, boys," said Miss Laura ; "I'll stop them." She pulled a little parcel from her purse, bent over the dogs, scattered a powder on their noses, and the next instant the dogs were yards apart, nearly sneezing their heads off. "I say, Missis, what did you do? What's that stuff? Whew, it's pepper!" the boys exclaimed. Miss Laura sat down on a flat rock, and looked at them with a very pale face. "Oh, boys," she said, " why did you make those dogs fight ? It is so cruel. They were playing happily till you set them on each other. Just see how they have torn their handsome coats, and how the blood is drip- ping from them." BILLY S TRAINING CONTINUED 51 " 'Taint my fault," said one of the lads, sul- lenly. ' ' Jim Jones there said his dog could lick my dog, and I said he couldn't — and he couldn't,, nuther." "Yes, he could," cried the other boy ; "and if you say he couldn't, I'll smash your head." The two boys began sidling up to each other with clenched fists, and a third boy, who had a mis- chieyous face, seized the paper that had had the pepper in it, and running up to them shook it in their faces. There was enough left to put all thoughts of fighting out of their heads. They began to cough, and choke, and splutter, and finally found them-* selves beside the dogs, where the four of them had a lively time. The other boys yelled with delight, and pointed their fingers at them. "A sneezing concert. Thank you, gentlemen. Angcore, angcore !'' Miss Laura laughed too, she could not help it, and even Billy and I curled up our lips. After a while they sobered down, and then finding that the boys hadn't a handker- chief between them, Miss Laura took her own soft one, and dipping it in a spring of fresh water near by, wiped the red eyes of the sneezers. Their ill humor had gone, and when sheturned to leave them, and said, coaxingly, "You won't make those dogs fight any more, will you ? ' ' they said, "No, sirree, Bob." Miss Laura went slowly home, and ever after- 82 BEAUTIFUL JOE ward when she met any of those boys, they called her " Miss Pepper." When we got home we found Willie curled up by the window in the hall, reading a book. He was too fond of reading, and his mother often told him to put away his book and run about with the other boys. This afternoon Miss Laura laid her hand on his shoulder and said, " I was going to give the dogs a little game of ball, but I'm rather tired." " Gammon and spinach," he replied, shaking off her hand, " you're always tired." She sat down in a hall chair and looked at him. Then she began to tell him about the dog fight. He was much interested, and the book slipped to the floor. When she finished he said, ** You're a daisy every day. Go now and rest yourself." Then snatching the balls from her, he called us and ran down to the basement. But he was not quick enough though to escape her arm. She caught him to her and kissed him repeatedly. He was the baby and pet of the family, and he loved her dearly, though he spoke impatiently to her oftener than either of the other boys. W^e had a grand game with Willie. Miss Laura liad trained us to do all kinds of things with balls — jumping for them, playing hide-and-seek, and catching them. Billy could do more things than I could. One thing he did which I thought was very clever. He played ball by himself. He was so crazy about ball play that he could never get enough of it. billy's training continued 83 Miss Laura played all she could with him, but she had to help her mother with the sewing and the housework, and do lessons with her father, for she Avas only seventeen years old, and had not left off studying. So Billy would take his ball and go off by himself. Sometimes he rolled it over the floor, and sometimes he threw it in the air and pushed it through the staircase railings to the hall below. He always listened till he heard it drop, then he ran down and brought it back and pushed it through again. He did this till he was tired, and then he brought the ball and laid it at Miss Laura's feet. We both had been taught a number of tricks. We could sneeze and cough, and be dead dogs, and say our prayers, and stand on our heads, and mount a ladder and say the alphabet, — this was the hardest of all, and it took Miss Laura a long time to teach us. W^e never began till a book was laid before us. Then we stared at it, and Miss Laura said, "Begin, Joe and Billy — say A." For A, we gave a little squeal. B was louder. C was louder still. We barked for some letters, and growled for others. We always turned a summersault for S. When we got to Z, we gave the book a push and had a frolic around the room. When any one came in, and Miss Laura had us show off any of our tricks, the remark always was, ' ' What clever dogs. They are not like other dogs." That was a mistake. Billy and I were not any 84 BEAUTIFUL JOE brighter than many a miserable cur that skulked about the streets of Fairport. It was kindness and patience that did it all. When I was with Jenkins he thought I was a very stupid dog. He would have laughed at the idea of any one teaching me anything. But I was only sullen and obstinate, because I was kicked about so much. If he had been kind to me, I would have done anything for him. I loved to wait on Miss Laura and Mrs. Morris, and they taught both Billy and me to make our- selves useful about the house. Mrs. Morris didn't like going up and down the three long staircases, and sometimes we just raced up and down, waiting on her. How often I have heard her go into the hall and say, * ' Please send me down a clean duster, Laura. Joe, you get it." I would run gayly up the steps, and then would come Billy's turn. ' ' Billy, I have forgotten my keys. Go get them. ' * After a time we began to know the names of different articles, and where they were kept, and could get them ourselves. On sweeping days we worked very hard, and enjoyed the fun. If Mrs. Morris was too far away to call to Mary for what she wanted, she wrote the name on a piece of paper, and told us to take it to her. Billy always took the letters from the postman, and carried the morning paper up to Mr. Morris's study, and I always put away the clean clothes. After they were mended, Mrs. Morris folded each article and gave it to me, mentioning the name of billy's tralning continued 85 the owner, so that I could lay it on his bed. There was no need for her to tell me the names. I knew by the smell. All human beings have a strong smell to a dog, even though they mayn't notice it themselves. Mrs. Morris never knew how she bothered me by giving away Miss Laura's clothes to poor people. Once, I followed her track all through the town, and at last found it was only a pair of her boots on a ragged child in the gutter. I must say a word about Billy's tail before I close this chapter. It is the custom to cut the ends of fox terrier's tails, but leave their ears un- touched. Billy came to Miss Laura so young that his tail had not been cut off, and she would not have it done. One day Mr. Robinson came in to see him, and he said, " You have made a fine-looking dog of him, but his appearance is ruined by the length of his tail." "Mr. Robinson," said Mrs. Morris, patting little Billy, who lay on her lap, "don't you think that this little dog has a beautifully proportioned body ? " "Yes, I do," said the gentleman. "His points are all correct, save that one." "But," she said, " if our Creator made that beautiful little body, don't you think he is wise enough to know what length of tail would be in proportion to it ? " Mr. Robinson would not answer her. He only laughed and said that he thought she and Miss Laura were both " cranks." CHAPTER XI GOLDFISH AND CANARIES [HE Morris boys were all different. Jack was bright and clever, Ned was a wag, Willie was a book-worm, and Carl was a born trader. He was always exchanging toys and books with his schoolmates, and they never got the better of him in a bargain. He said that when he grew up he was going to be a merchant, and he had already begun to carry on a trade in canaries and goldfish. He was very fond of what he called "his yellow pets," yet he never kept a pair of birds or a gold- fish, if he had a good offer for them. He slept alone in a large, sunny room at the top of the house. By his own request, it was barely furnished, and there he raised his canaries and kept his goldfish. He was not fond of having visitors coming to his room, because, he said, they frightened the canaries. After Mrs. Morris made his bed in the morning, the door was closed, and no one was supposed to go in till he came from school. Once Billy and I followed him upstairs without his know- 86 GOLDFISH AND CANARIES 8/ ing it, but as soon as he saw us he sent us down in a great hurry. One day Bella walked into his room to inspect the canaries. She was quite a spoiled bird by this time, and I heard Carl telling the family afterward that it was as good as a play to see Miss Bella strutting in with her breast stuck out, and her little, conceited air, and hear her say, shrilly, " Good morning, birds, good morning ! How do you do,. Carl ? Glad to see you, boy." "Well, I'm not glad to see you," he said, decidedly, "and don't you ever come up here again. You'd frighten my canaries to death.'* And he sent her flying downstairs. How cross she was ! She came shrieking ta Miss Laura. ' ' Bella loves birds. Bella wouldn't hurt birds. Carl's a bad boy." Miss Laura petted and soothed her, telling her to go find Davy, and he would play with her. Bella and the rat were great friends. It was very funny to see them going about the house together. From the very first she had liked him, and coaxed him into her cage, where he soon became quite at home, — so much so that he always slept there. About nine o'clock every evening, if he was not with her, she went all over the house, crying : " Davy ! Davy ! time to go to bed. Come sleep in Bella's cage." He was very fond of the nice sweet cakes she got to eat, but she never could get him to eat coffee grounds — the food she liked best. Miss Laura spoke to Carl about Bella, and told 88 BEAUTIFUL JOE him he had hurt her feelings, so he petted her a Httle to make up for it. Then his mother told him that she thought he was making a miistake in keeping his canaries so much to themselves. They had become so timid, that when she went into the room they were un- easy till she left it. She told him that petted birds or animals are sociable and like com- pany, unless they are kept by themselves, when they become shy. She advised him to let the other boys go into the room, and occasionally to bring some of his pretty singers downstairs, where all the family could enjoy seeing and hearing them, and where they would get used to other people besides himself. Carl looked thoughtful, and his mother went on to say that there was no one in the house, not €ven the cat, that would harm his birds. ' ' You might even charge admission for a day or two," said Jack, gravely, "and introduce us to them, and make a little money." Carl was rather annoyed at this, but his mother calmed him by showing him a letter she had just gotten from one of her brothers, asking her to let one of her boys spend his Christmas holidays in the country with him. " I want you to go, Carl," she said. He was very much pleased, but looked sober when he thought of his pets. " Laura and I will take care of them," said his mother, "and start the new management of them." " Very well," said Carl, " I will go then ; T M GOLDFISH AND CANARIES 89- no young ones now, so you will not find them much trouble. ' ' I thought it was a great deal of trouble to take, care of them. The first morning after Carl left, Billy, and Bella, and Davy, and I followed Miss Laura upstairs. She made us sit in a row by the door, lest we should startle the canaries. She had a great many things to do. P^irst, the canaries had their baths. They had to get them at the same time every morning. Miss Laura filled the little white dishes with water and put them in the cages, and then came and sat on a stool by the door. Bella, and Billy, and Davy climbed into her lap, and I stood close by her. It was so- funny to watch those canaries. They put their heads on one side and looked first at their little baths and then at us. They knew we were stran- gers. Finally, as we were all very quiet, they got into the water ; and what a good time they had, fluttering their wings and splashing, and cleaning themselves so nicely. Then they got up on their perches and sat in the sun, shaking themselves and picking at their feathers. Miss Laura cleaned each cage, and gave each bird some mixed rape and canary seed. I heard Carl tell her before he left not to give them much hemp seed, for that was too fattening. He was. very careful about their food. During the sum- mer I had often seen him taking up nice green things to them : celery, chickweed, tender cab- bage, peaches, apples, pears, bananas ; and now 90 BEAUTIFUL JOE at Christmas time, he had green stuff growing in pots on the window ledge. Besides that he gave them crumbs of coarse "bread, crackers, lumps of sugar, cuttle-fish to peck a.t, and a number of other things. Miss Laura did everything just as he told her ; but I think she talked to the birds more than he did. She was very particular about their drinking water, and washed out the little glass cups that held it most carefully. After the canaries were clean and comfortable. Miss Laura set their cages in the sun, and turned to the goldfish. They were in large glass globes on the window-seat. She took a long-handled tin cup, and dipped out the fish from one into a basin of water. Then she washed the globe thoroughly and put the fish back, and scattered wafers of fish food on the top. The fish came up and snapped at it, and acted as if they were glad to get it. She did each globe and then her work was over i for one morning. She went away for a while, but every few hoursl through the day she ran up to Carl's room to seel how the fish and canaries were getting on. If thel room was too chilly she turned on more heat ; but ] she did not keep it too warm, for that would make I the birds tender. After a time the canaries got to know her, and | Chopped gayly around their cages, and chirped and! sang whenever they saw her coming. Then she! "began to take some of them downstairs, and to let! them out of their cages for an hour or two every I GOLDFISH AND CANARIES 9 1 day. They were very happy httle creatures, and chased each other about the room, and flew on Miss Laura's head, and pecked saucily at her face as she sat sewing and watching them. They were not at all afraid of me nor of Billy, and it was quite a sight to see them hopping up to Bella. She looked so large beside them. One little bird became ill while Carl was away, and Miss Laura had to give it a great deal of at- tention. She gave it plenty of hemp seed to make it fat, and very often the yolk of a hard- boiled egg, and kept a nail in its drinking water, and gave it a few drops of alcohol in its bath every morning to keep it from taking cold. The moment the bird finished taking its bath. Miss Laura took the dish from the cage, for the alcohol made the water poisonous. Then vermin came on it, and she had to write to Carl to ask him what to do. He told her to hang a muslin bag full of sulphur over the swing, so that the bird would dust it down on her feathers. That cured the little thing, and when Carl came home, he found it quite well again. One day, just after he got back, Mrs. Montague drove up to the house with a canary cage carefully done up in a shawl. She said that a bad-tempered housemaid, in cleaning the cage that morning, had gotten angry with the bird and struck it, breaking its leg. She was very much annoyed with the girl for her cruelty, and had dismissed her, and now she wanted Carl to take her bird and nurse it, as she knew nothing about canaries. 92 BEAUTIFUL JOE Carl had just come in from school. He threw down his books, took the shawl from the cage and looked in. The poor little canary was sitting in a corner. It eyes were half shut, one leg hung loose, and it was making faint chirps of distress. Carl was very much interested in it. He got Mrs. Montague to help him, and together they split matches, tore up strips of muslin, and ban- daged the broken leg. He put the httle bird back in the cage, and it seemed more comfortable. " I think he will do now," he said to Mrs. Mon- tague, "but hadn't you better leave him with me for a few days ? ' ' She gladly agreed to this and went away, after telHng him that the bird's name was Dick. The next morning at the breakfast table, I heard Carl telHng his mother that as soon as he woke up he sprang out of bed and went to see how his canary was. During the night, poor, foohsh Dick had picked off the splints from his leg, and now it was as bad as ever. ' ' I shall have to perform a surgical operation," he said. I did not know what he meant, so I watched him when, after breakfast, he brought the bird down to his mother's room. She held it while he took a pair of sharp scissors, and cut its leg right off a little way above the broken place. Then he put some vaseline on the tiny stump, bound it up, and left Dick in his mother's care. All the morn- ing, as she sat sewing, she watched him to see that he did not pick the bandage away. When Carl came home, Dick was so much GOLDFISH AND CANARIES 93 better that he had managed to fly up on his perch, and was eating seeds quite gayly. " Poor Dick!" said Carl, "leg and a stump!" Dick imitated him in a few little chirps, "A leg and a stump ! ' ' "Why, he is saying it too," exclaimed Carl, and burst out laughing. Dick seemed cheerful enough, but it was very pitiful to see him dragging his poor little stump around the cage, and resting it against the perch to keep him from falling. When Mrs. Montague came the next day, she could not bear to look at him. "Oh, dear!" she exclaimed, "I cannot take that disfigured bird home." I could not help thinking how different she was from Miss Laura, who loved any creature all the more for having some blemish about it. "What shall I do?" said Mrs. Montague. "I miss my little bird so much. I shall have to get a new one. Carl, will you sell me one ? " "I will give you one, Mrs. Montague," said the boy, eagerly. " I would like to do so." Mrs. Morris looked pleased to hear Carl say this. She used to fear sometimes, that in his love for making money, he would become selfish. Mrs. Montague was very kind to the Morris family, and Carl seemed quite pleased to do her a favor. He took her up to his room, and let her choose the bird she liked best. She took a hand- some, yellow one, called Barry. He was a good singer, and a great favorite of Carl's. The boy put him in the cage, wrapped it up well, for it was 94 BEAUTIFUL JOE a cold, snowy day, and carried it out to Mrs. Mon- tague's sleigh. She gave him a pleasant smile, and drove away, and Carl ran up the steps into the house. "It's all right, mother," he said, giving Mrs. Morris a hearty, boyish kiss, as she stood waiting for him. " I don't mind letting her have it." "But you expected to sell that one, didn't you ?" she asked. "Mrs. Smith said maybe she'd take it when she came home from Boston, but I dare say she'd change her mind and get one there." " How much were you going to ask for him ? " " Well, I wouldn't sell Barry for less than ten dollars, or rather, I wouldn't have sold him," and he ran out to the stable. Mrs. Morris sat on the hall chair, patting me as I rubbed against her, in rather an absent- minded way. Then she got up and went into her husband's study, and told him what Carl had done. Mr. Morris seemed very pleased to hear about it, but when his wife asked him to do something to make up the loss to the boy, he said: "I had rather not do that. To encourage a child to do a kind action, and then to reward him for it, is not always a sound principle to go upon." But Carl did not go without his reward. That evening, Mrs. Montague's coachman brought a note to the house addressed to Mr. Carl Morris. He read it aloud to the family. My Dear Carl : I am charmed with my little GOLDFISH AND CANARIES 95 bird, and he has whispered to me one of the secrets of your room. You want fifteen dollars very much to buy something for it. I am sure you won't be offended with an old friend for supplying you the means to get this something. Ada Montague. * * Just the thing for my s*:ationary tank for the goldfish," exclaimed Carl. "I've wanted it for a long time ; — it isn't good to keep them in globes ;: but how in the world did she find out ? I've never told any one." Mrs. Morris smiled, and said, "Barry must have told her, ' ' as she took the money from Carl to put away for him. Mrs. Montague got to be very fond of her new pet. She took care of him herself, and I have heard her tell Mrs. Morris most wonderful stories about him — stories so wonderful that I should say they were not true if I did not how intelligent dumb creatures get to be under kind treatment. She only kept him in his cage at night, and when she began looking for him at bedtime to put him there, he always hid himself. She would search a short time, and then sit down, and he always came out of his hiding-place, chirping in a saucy way to make her look at him. She said that he seemed to take delight in teas^ ing her. Once when he was in the drawing-room with her, she was called away to speak to some one at the telephone. When she came back, she found that one of the servants had come into the room and left the door open leading to a veranda. «96 BEAUTIFUL JOE The trees outside were full of yellow birds, and she was in despair, thinking that Barry had flown out with them. She looked out, but could not see him. Then, lest he had not left the room, she got a chair and carried it about, standing on it to examine the walls, and see if Barry was hidden among the pictures and bric-a-brac. But no Barry was there. She at last sank down, exhausted, on a sofa. She heard a wicked, little peep, and look- ing up, saw Barry sitting on one of the rounds of the chair that she had been carrying about to look for him. He had been there all the time. She was so glad to see him, that she never thought of .scolding him. He was never allowed to fly about the dining- room during meals, and the table maid drove him out before she set the table. It always annoyed him, and he perched on the staircase, watching the door through the railings. If it was left open for an instant, he flew in. One evening, before tea, he did this. There was a chocolate cake on the side- board, and he liked the look of it so much that he began to peck at it. Mrs. Montague happened to come in, and drove him back to the hall. While she was having tea that evening, with her husband and little boy, Barry flew into the room again. Mrs. Montague told Charlie to send liim out, but her husband said, "Wait, he is looking for something." He was on the sideboard, peering into every dish, and trying to look under the covers. ** He is after the chocolate cake," exclaimed Mrs. Mon- GOLDFISH AND CANARIES 97 tague. " Here, Charlie, put this on the staircase for him." She cut off a httle scrap, and when Charlie took it to the hall, Barry flew after him, and ate it up. As for poor, Httle, lame Dick, Carl never sold him, and he became a family pet. His cage hung in the parlor, and from morning till night his cheer- ful voice was heard, chirping and singing as if he had not a trouble in the world. They took great care of him. He was never allowed to be too hot or too cold. Everybody gave him a cheerful word in passing his cage, and if his singing was too loud, they gave him a little mirror to look at him- self in. He loved this mirror, and often stood before it for an hour at a time. CHAPTER XII MALTA, THE CAT j]HE first time I had a good look at the Morris cat, I thought she was the queer- est-looking animal I had ever seen. She was dark gray — just the color of a mouse. Her eyes were a yellowish green, and for the first few days I was at the Morrises' they looked very un- kindly at me. Then she got over her dislike and we became very good friends. She was a beautiful cat, and so gentle and affectionate that the whole family loved her. She was three years old, and she had come to Fairport in a vessel with some sailors, who had gotten her in a far-away place. Her name was Malta, and she was called a maltese cat, I have seen a great many cats, but I never saw one as kind as Malta. Once she had some Uttle kittens and they all died. It almost broke her heart. She cried and cried about the house till it made one feel sad to hear her. Then she ran away to the woods. She came back with a little squirrel in her mouth, and putting it in her basket, she nursed it like a MALTA, THE CAT 99 mother, till it grew old enough to run away from*, her. She was a very knowing cat, and always came when she was called. Miss Laura used to wear a little silver whistle that she blew when she wanted any of her pets. It was a shrill whistle, and we could her it a long way from home. I have seen her standing at the back door whistling for Malta, and the pretty creature's head would appear sgme- where— always high up, for she was a great climber, and she would come running along the top of the fence, saying, * * Meow, meow, " in a funny, short way. Miss Laura would pet her, or give her some- thing to eat, or walk around the garden carrying her on her shoulder. Malta was a most affection- ate cat, and if Miss Laura would not let her lick her face, she licked her hair with her little, rough tongue. Often Malta lay by the fire, licking my coat or little Billy's, to show her affection for us. Mary, the cook, was very fond of cats, and used to keep Malta in the kitchen as much as she could, but nothing would make her stay down there if there was any music going on upstairs. The Morris pets were all fond of music. As soon as Miss Laura sat down to the piano to sing or play, we came from all parts of the house. Malta cried to get upstairs, Davy scampered through the hall, and Bella hurried after him. If I was outdoors I ran in the house, and Jim got on a box and looked through the window. Davy's place was on Miss Laura's shoulder. lOO BEAUTIFUL JOE his pink nose run in the curls at the back of her neck. I sat under the piano beside Malta and Bella, and we never stirred till the music was over ; then we went quietly away. Malta was a beautiful cat — there was no doubt about it. While I was with Jenkins I thought cats were vermin, like rats, and I chased them every chance I got. Mrs. Jenkins had a cat, a gaunt, long-legged, yellow creature, that ran whenever we looked at it. Malta had been so kindly treated that she never ran from any one, except from strange dogs. She knew they would be likely to hurt her. If they came upon her suddenly, she faced them, and she was a pretty good fighter when she was put to it. I once saw her having a brush with a big mastiff that lived a few blocks from us, and giving him a good fright, which just served him right. I was shut up in the parlor. Some one had closed the door, and I could not get out. I was watching Malta from the window, as she daintily picked her way across the muddy street. She was such a soft, pretty, amiable-looking cat. She didn't look that way, though, when the mastiff rushed out of the alleyway at her. She sprang back and glared at him like a little, fierce tiger. Her tail was enormous. Her eyes were like balls of fire, and she was spitting and snarHng, as if to say, " If you touch me, I'll tear you to pieces ! " The dog, big as he was, did not dare attack her. He walked around and around, like a great, MALTA, THE CAT lOI clumsy elephant, and she turned her small body as he turned his, and kept up a dreadful hissing and spitting. Suddenly I saw a Spitz dog hurrying down the street. He was going to help the mas- tiff, and Malta would be badly hurt. I had barked and no one had come to let me out, so I sprang through the window. Just then there was a change. Malta had seen the second dog, and she knew she must get rid of the mastiff. With an agile bound she sprang on his back, dug her sharp claws in, till he put his tail between his legs and ran up the street, howling with pain. She rode a Httle way, then sprang off, and ran up the lane to the stable. I was very angry and wanted to fight some- thing, so I pitched into the Spitz dog. He was a snarly, cross-grained creature, no friend to Jim and me, and he would have been only too glad of a chance to help kill Malta. I gave him one of the worst beatings he ever had. I don't suppose it was quite right for me to do it, for Miss Laura says dogs should never fight ; but he had worried Malta before, and he had no business to do it. She belonged to our family. Jim and I never worried his cat. I had been longing to give him a shaking for some time, and now I felt for his throat through his thick hair, and dragged him all around the street. Then I let him go, and he was a civil dog ever afterward. Malta was very grateful, and licked a little place where the Spitz bit me. I did not get scolded for the broken window. Mary had seen I02 BEAUTIFUL JOE me from the kitchen window, and told Mrs.| Morris that I had gone to help Malta. Malta was a very wise cat. She knew quite well that she must not harm the parrot nor the canaries, and she never tried to catch them, even though she was left alone in* the room with them. I have seen her lying in the sun, blinking sleepily, and listening with great pleasure to Dick's singing. Miss Laura even taught her not to hunt the birds outside. For a long time she had tried to get it into Malta's head that it was cruel to catch the little sparrows that came about the door, and just after I came, she succeeded in doing so. Malta was so fond of Miss Laura, that when- ever she caught a bird, she came and laid it at her feet. Miss Laura always picked up the little, dead creature, pitied it and stroked it, and scolded Malta till she crept into a corner. Then Miss Laura put the bird on a limb of a tree, and Malta watched her attentively from her corner. One day Miss Laura stood at the window, looking out into the garden. Malta was lying on the platform, staring at the sparrows that were picking up crumbs from the ground. She trem- bled, and half rose every few minutes, as if to go after them. Then she lay down again. She was trying very hard not to creep on them. Presently a neighbor's cat came stealing along the fence, keeping one eye on Malta and the other on the sparrows. Malta was so angry ! She sprang up and chased her away, and then came back to the MALTA, THE CAT I03 platform, where she lay down again and waited for the sparrows to come back. For a long time she stayed there, and never once tried to catch them. Miss Laura was so pleased. She went to the door, and said, softly, "Come here, Malta." The cat put up her tail, and, meowing gently, came into the house. Miss Laura took her up in her arms, and going down to the kitchen, asked Mary to give her a saucer of her very sweetest milk for the best cat in the United States of America. Malta got great praise for this, and I never knew of her catching a bird afterward. She was well fed in the house, and had no need to hurt such harmless creatures. She was very fond of her home, and never went far away, as Jim and I did. Once, when Willie was going to spend a few weeks with a little friend who lived fifty miles from Fairport, he took it into his head that Malta should go with him. His mother told him that cats did not like to go away from home ; but he said he would be good to her, and begged so hard to take her, that at last his mother consented. He had been a few days in this place, when he wrote home to say that Malta had run away. She had seemed very unhappy, and though he had kept her with him all the time, she had acted as if she wanted to get away. When the letter was read to Mr. Morris, he said, "Malta is on her way home. Cats have a I04 BEAUTIFUL JOE wonderful cleverness in finding their way to their own dwelling. She will be very tired. Let us go out and meet her." Willie had gone to this place in a coach. Mr. Morris got a buggy and took Miss Laura and me with him, and we started out. We went slowly along the road. Every little while Miss Laura blew her whistle, and called, "Malta, Malta," and I barked as loudly as I could. Mr. Morris drove for several hours, then we stopped at a house, had dinner, and then set out again. We were going through a thick wood, where there was a pretty straight road, when I saw a small, dark creature away ahead, trotting toward us. It was Malta. I gave a joyful bark, but she did not know me, and plunged into the wood. I ran in after her, barking and yelping, and Miss Laura blew her whistle as loudly as she could. Soon there was a little gray head peeping at us from the bushes, and Malta bounded out, gave me a look of surprise and then leaped into the buggy on Miss Laura's lap. What a happy cat she was ! She purred with delight, and hcked Miss Laura's gloves over and over again. Then she ate the food they had brought, and went sound asleep. She was very thin, and for several days after getting home she slept the most of the time. Malta did not like dogs, but she was very good to cats. One day, when there was no one about and the garden was very quiet, I saw her go steal- ing into the stable, and come out again, followed MALTA, THE CAT I05 by a sore-eyed, starved-looking cat, that had been deserted by some people that lived in the next street. She led this cat up to her catnip bed, and watched her kindly, while she rolled and rubbed herself in it. Then Malta had a roll in it herself, and they both went back to the stable. Catnip is a favorite plant with cats, and Miss Laura always kept some of it growing for Malta. For a long time this sick cat had a home in the stable. Malta carried her food every day, and after a time Miss Laura found out about her, and did what she could to make her well. In time she got to be a strong, sturdy-looking cat, and Miss La«ura got a home for her with an invalid lady. It was nothing new for the Morrises to feed deserted cats. Some summers, Mrs. Morris said that she had a dozen to take care of. Careless and cruel people would go away for the summer, shutting up their houses, and making no provision for the poor cats that had been allowed to sit snugly by the fire all winter. At last, Mrs. Morris got into the habit of putting a little notice in the Fairport paper, asking people who were going away for the summer to provide for their cats dur- their absence. CHAPTER XIII THE BEGINNING OF AN ADVENTURE [HE first winter I was at the Morrises', I had an adventure. It was a week before Christmas, and we were having cold, frosty weather. Not much snow had fallen, but there was plenty of skating, and the boys were off every day with their skates on a little lake near Fairport. Jim and I often went with them, and we had great fun scampering over the ice after them, and slipping at every step. On this Saturday night we had just gotten home. It was quite dark outside, and there was a cold wind blowing, so when we came in the front door, and saw the red light from the big hall stove and the blazing fire in the parlor they looked very cheerful. I was quite sorry for Jim that he had to go out to his kennel. However, he said he didn't mind. The boys got a plate of nice, warm meat for him and a bowl of milk, and carried them out, and afterward he went to sleep. Jim's kennel was a very snug one. Being a spaniel, he was not a xo6 THE BEGINNING OF AN ADVENTURE lO/ very large dog, but his kennel was as roomy as if he was a great Dane. He told me that Mr. Morris and the boys made it, and he liked it very much, because it was large enough for him to get up in the night and stretch himself, when he got tired of lying in one position. It was raised a little from the ground, and it had a thick layer of straw over the floor. Above was a broad shelf, wide enough for him to lie on, and covered with an old catskin sleigh robe. Jim always slept here in cold weather, because it was farther away from the ground. To return to this December evening. I can remember yet how hungry I was. I could scarcely lie still till Miss Laura finished her tea. Mrs. Morris, knowing that her boys would be very hun- gry, had Mary broil some beefsteak and roast some potatoes for them ; and didn't they smell good ! They ate all the steak and potatoes. It didn' t matter to me, for I wouldn't have gotten, any if they had been left. Mrs. Morris could not afford to give to the dogs good meat that she had gotten for her children, so she used to get the butcher to send her liver, and bones, and tough meat, and Mary cooked them, and made soup and broth, and mixed porridge with them for us. We never got meat three times a day. Miss Laura said it was all very well to feed hunting dogs on meat, but dogs that are kept about a house get ill if they are fed too well. So we had meat only once a day, and bread and milk, porridge, or dog biscuits, for our other meals. Io8 BEAUTIFUL JOE I made a dreadful noise when I was eating. Ever since Jenkins cut my ears off, I had had trouble in breathing. The flaps had kept the wind and dust from the inside of my ears. Now that they were gone my head was stuffed up all the time. The cold weather made me worse, and sometimes I had such trouble to get my breath that it seemed as if I would choke. If I had opened my mouth, and breathed through it, as I have seen some people doing, I would have been more comfortable, but dogs always like to breathe through their noses. " You have taken more cold, ' ' said Miss Laura, this night, as she put my plate of food on the floor for me. ' ' Finish your meat, and then come and sit by the fire with me. What ! do you want more ?' ' I gave a little bark, so she filled my plate for the second time. Miss Laura never allowed any one to meddle with us when we were eating. One day she found Willie teasing me by snatching at a bone that I was gnawing. ' ' Willie, ' ' she said, " what would you do if you were just sitting down to the table feeling very hungry, and just as you began to eat your meat and potatoes, I would come along and snatch the plate from you ? ' ' *'I don't know what I'd do,'' he said, laugh- ingly ; "but I'd want to wallop you." "Well," she said, "I'm afraid that Joe will ' wallop ' you some day if you worry him about his food, for even a gentle dog will sometimes snap at any one who disturbs him at his meals ; so you had better not try his patience too far. ' ' THE BEGINNING OF AN ADVENTURE IO9 Willie never teased me after that, and I was very glad, for two or three times I had been tempted to snarl at him. After I finished my tea, I followed , Miss Laura upstairs. She took up a book and sat down in a low chair, and I lay down on the hearth rug beside her. "Do you know, Joe," she said with a smile, "why you scratch with your paws when you lie down, as if to make yourself a hollow bed, and turn around a great many tim^es before you lie down ? ' ' Of course I did not know, so I only stared at her. "Years and years ago," she went on, gaz- ing down at m.e, "there weren't any dogs living in people's houses, as you are, Joe. They were all wild creatures running about the woods. They always scratched among the leaves to make a com- fortable bed for themselves, and the habit has come down to you, Joe, for you are descended from them." This sounded very interesting, and I think she was going to tell me some more about my wild forefathers, but just then the rest of the family came in. I always thought that this was the snuggest time of the day — when the family all sat around the fire — Mrs. Morris sewing, the boys reading or study- ing, and Mr. Morris with his head buried in a news- paper, and Billy and I on the floor at their feet. This evening I was feeling very drowsy, and had almost dropped asleep, when Ned gave me a no BEAUTIFUL JOE push with his foot. He was a great tease, and he dehghted in getting me to make a simpleton of myself. I tried to keep my eyes on the fire, but I could not, and juSt had to turn and look at him. He was holding his book up between himself and his mother, and was opening his mouth as wide as he could and throwing back his head, pretend- ing to howl. For the life of me I could not help giving a loud howl. Mrs. Morris looked up and said, "Bad Joe, keep still." The boys were all laughing behind their books, for they knew what Ned was doing. Presently he started off again, and I was just beginning another howl that might have made Mrs. Morris send me out of the room, when the door opened, and a young girl called Bessie Drury came in. She had a cap on and a shawl thrown over her shoulders, and she had just run across the street from her father's house. "Oh, Mrs. Morris," she said, " will you let Laura come over and stay with me to-night ? Mamma has just gotten a tele- gram from Bangor, saying that her aunt, Mrs. Cole, is very ill, and she wants to see her, and papa is going to take her there by to-night's train, and she is afraid I will be lonely if I don't have Laura." * ' Can you not come and spend the night here ? " said Mrs. Morris. * ' No, thank you ; I think mamma would rather have me stay in our house." "Very well," said Mrs. Morris, " I think Laura would like to fro." THE BEGINNING OF AN ADVENTURE I I I *'Yes, indeed," said Miss Laura, smiling at her friend. " I will come over in half an hour." "Thank you, so much," said Miss Bessie. And she hurried away. After she left, Mr. Morris looked up from his paper. "There will be some one in the house besides those two girls ? " "Oh, yes," said Mrs. Morris; "Mrs. Drury has her old nurse, who has been with her for twenty years, and there are two maids besides, and Donald, the coachman, who sleeps over the stable. So they are well protected." " Very good," said Mr. Morris. And he went back to his paper. Of course dumb animals do not understand all that they hear spoken of ; but I think human beings would be astonished if they knew how much we can gather from their looks and voices. I knew that Mr. Morris did not quite like the idea of having his daughter go to the Drury' s when the master and mistress of the house were away, so I made * up my mind that I would go with her. When she came down stairs with her little satchel on her arm, I got up and stood beside her. "Dear, old Joe," she said, "you must not come." I pushed myself out the door beside her after she had kissed her mother and father and the boys. "Go back, Joe," she said, firmly. I had to step back then, but I cried and whined, and she looked at me in astonishment. " I will be back in the morning, Joe," she said, gently; 112 BEAUTIFUL JOE " don't squeal in that way," Then she shut the door and went out. I felt dreadfully. I walked up and down the floor and ran to the window, and howled without having to look at Ned. Mrs. Morris peered over her glasses at me in utter surprise. " Boys," she said, "did you ever see Joe act in that way before ? ' ' " No, mother," they all said. Mr. Morris was looking at me very intently. He had always taken more notice of me than any other creature about the house, and I was very fond of him. Now I ran up and put my paws on his knees. "Mother," he said, turning to his wife, "let the dog go." "Very well," she said, in a puzzled way. "Jack, just run over with him, and tell Mrs. Drury how he is acting, and that I will be very much obliged if she will let him stay all night with Laura. Jack sprang up, seized his cap, and raced down the front steps, across the street, through the gate, and up the gravelled walk, where the little stones were all hard and fast in the frost. The Drurys lived in a large, white house, with trees all around it, and a garden at the back. They were rich people and had a great deal of company. Through the summer I had often seen carriages at the door, and ladies and gentlemen in light clothes walking over the lawn, and some- times I smelled nice things they were having to eat. TilE BEGINNING OJ AN ADVENTURE II 3 They did not keep any dogs, nor pets of any kind, so Jim and I never had an excuse to call there. Jack and I were soon at the front door, and he rang the bell and gave me in charge of the maid who opened it. The girl listened to his message for Mrs. Drury, then she walked upstairs, smiling and looking at me over her shoulder. There was a trunk in the upper hall, and an elderly woman was putting things in it. A lady stood watching her, and when she saw me, she gave a little scream, "Oh, nurse! look at that horrid dog ! Where did he come from ? Put him out, Susan." I stood quite still, and the girl who had brought me upstairs, gave her Jack's message. "Certainly, certainly," said the lady, when the maid finished speaking. " If he is one of the Morris dogs, he is sure to be a well-behaved one. Tell the little boy to thank his mamma for letting Laura come over, and say that we will keep the dog with pleasure. Now, nurse, we must hurry ; the cab will be here in five minutes." I walked softly into a front room, and there I found my dear Miss Laura. Miss Bessie was with her, and they were cramming things into a port- manteau. They both ran out to find out how I came there, and just then a gentleman came hur- riedly upstairs, and said the cab had come. There was a scene of great confusion and hurry, but in a few minutes it was all over. The cab had rolled away, and the house was quiet. "Nurse, you must be tired, you had better go- 114 BEAUTIFUL JOE to bed, " said Miss Bessie, turning to the elderly Avoman, as we all stood in the hall. " Susan, will you bring some supper to the dining-room, for Miss Morris and me ? What will you have, Laura ? * ' ' ' What are you going to have ? ' ' asked Miss Laura, with a smile. " Hot chocolate and tea biscuits." " Then I will have the same." " Bring some cake too, Susan, said Miss Bessie, ' ' and something for the dog. I dare say he would like some of that turkey that was left from dinner." If I had had any ears I would have pricked them up at this, for I was very fond of fowl, and I never got any at the Morrises', unless it might iDe a stray bone or two. What fun we had over our supper ! The two girls sat at the big dining table, and sipped their chocolate, and laughed and talked, and I had the skeleton of a whole turkey on a newspaper that Susan spread on the carpet. I was very careful not to drag it about, and Miss Bessie laughed at me till the tears came in Tier eyes. " That dog is a gentleman," she said; * ' see how he holds bones on the paper with his paws, and strips the meat off with his teeth. Oh, Joe, Joe, you are a funny dog ! And you are hav- ing a funny supper. I have heard of quail on toast, but I never heard of turkey on newspaper. "Hadn't we better go to bed?" said Miss Laura, when the hall clock struck eleven. "Yes, I suppose we had," said Miss Bessie. "' Where is this animal to sleeo ? ' ' THE BEGINNING OF AN ADVENTURE II5 " I don't know," said Miss Laura ; " he sleeps in the stable at home, or in the kennel with Jim." '* Suppose Susan makes him a nice bed by the kitchen stove?" said Miss Bessie. Susan made the bed, but I was not willing to sleep in it. I barked so loudly when they shut me up alone, that they had to let me go upstairs with them. Miss Laura was almost angry with me, but I could not help it. I had come over there to protect her, and I wasn't going to leave her, if I could help it. Miss Bessie had a handsomely furnished room, with a soft carpet on the floor, and pretty curtains at the windows. There were two single beds in it, and the two girls dragged them close together, so that they could talk after they got in bed. Before Miss Bessie put out the light, she told Miss Laura not to be alarmed if she heard any one walking about in the night, for the nurse was sleeping across the hall from them, and she would probably come in once or twice to see if they were sleeping comfortably. The two girls talked for a long time, and then they fell asleep. Just before Miss Laura dropped off, she forgave me, and put down her hand for me to lick as I lay on a fur rug close by her bed. I was very tired, and I had a very soft and pleasant bed, so I soon fell into a heavy sleep. But I waked up at the sHghtest noise. Once Miss Laura turned in bed, and another time Miss Bessie laughed in her sleep, and again, there were queer Il6 BEAUTIFUL JOE crackling noises in the frosty limbs of the trees outside, that made me start up quickly out of my sleep. There was a big clock in the hall, and every time it struck I waked up. Once, just after it had struck some hour, I jumped up out of a sound nap. I had been dreaming about my early home. . Jen- kins was after me with a whip, and my limbs were quivering and trembling as if I had been trying to get away from him. I sprang up and shook myself. Then I took a turn around the room. The two girls were breath- ing gently ; I could scarcely hear them. I walked to the door and looked out into the hall. There was a dim light burning there. The door of the nurse's room stood open. I went quietly to it and looked in. She was breathing heavily and muttering in her sleep. I went back to my rug and tried to go to sleep, but I could not. Such an uneasy feeling was upon me that I had to keep walking about. I went out into the hall again and stood at the head of the staircase. I thought I would take a walk through the lower hall, and then go to bed again. The Drurys' carpets were all like velvet, and my paws did not make a rattling on them as they did on the oil cloth at the Morrises'. I crept down the stairs like a cat, and walked along the lower hall, smelling under all the doors, listening as I went. There was no night light burning down here, and it was quite dark, but if there had THE BEGINNING OF AN ADVENTURE II 7 been any strange person about I would have smelled him. I was surprised when I got near the farther end of the hall, to see a tiny gleam of light shine for an instant from under the dining-room door. Then it went away again. The dining-room was the place to eat. Surely none of the people in the house would be there after the supper we had. I went and sniffed under the door. There was a smell there ; a strong smell like beggars and poor people. It smelled like Jenkins. It was Jenkins. M CHAPTER XIV HOW WE CAUGHT THE BURGLAR pHAT was the wretch doing in the house with my dear Miss Laura ? I thought I would go crazy. I scratched at the door, and barked and yelped. I sprang up on it, and though I was quite a heavy dog by this time, I felt as light as a feather. It seemed to me that I would go mad if I could not get that door open. Every few seconds I stopped and put my head down to the doorsill to listen. There was a rushing about inside the room, and a chair fell over, and some one seemed to be getting out of the window. This made me worse than ever. I did not stop to think that I was only a medium-sized dog, and that Jenkins would probably kill me, if he got his hands on me. I was so furious that I thought only of getting hold of him. In the midst of the noise that I made, there was a screaming and a rushing to and fro upstairs. I ran up and down the hall, and half-way up the steps and back again. I did not want Miss Laura to come down, but how was I to make her under- HOW WE CAUGHT THE BURGLAR II9 Stand ? There she was, in her white gown, lean- ing over the railing, and holding back her long hair, her face a picture of surprise and alarm. "The dog has gone mad," screamed Miss Bessie. * ' Nurse, pour a pitcher of water on him. The nurse was more sensible. She ran down- stairs, her night-cap flying, and a blanket that she had seized from her bed, trailing behind her. "There are thieves in the house," she shouted at the top of her voice, ' ' and the dog has found it out." . She did not go near the dining-room door, but threw open the front one, crying, * ' Policeman i Policeman ! help, help, thieves, murder ! ' ' Such a screaming as that old woman made I She was worse than I was. I dashed by her, out through the hall door, and away down to the gate, where I heard some one running. I gave a few loud yelps to call Jim, and leaped the gate as the man before me had done. There was something 'savage in me that night. I think it must have been the smell of Jenkins. I felt as if I could tear him to pieces. I have never felt so wicked since. I was hunting him, as he had hunted me and my mother, and the thought gave me pleasure. Old Jim soon caught up with me, and I gave him a push with my nose, to let him know I was glad he had come. We rushed swiftly on, and at the corner caught up with the miserable man who- was running away from us. I gave an angry growl, and jumping up, bit at 120 BEAUTIFUL JOE his leg. He turned around, and though it was not :a very bright night, there was hght enough for me to see the ugly face of my old master. He seemed so angry to think that Jim and I dared to snap at him. He caught up a handful of stones, and with some bad words threw them at us. Just then, away in front of us, was a queer ^vhistle, and then another one like it behind us. Jenkins made a strange noise in his throat, and started to run down a side street, away from the •direction of the two whistles. I was afraid that he was going to get away, and though I could not hold him, I kept springing up on him, and once I tripped him up. Oh, how furious he was ! He kicked me against the side of a wall, and gave me two or three hard blows with a stick that he caught up, and kept throwing stones at me. I would not give up, though I could scarcely see him for the blood that was running over my •eyes. Old Jim got so angry whenever Jenkins touched me, that he ran up behind and nipped his calves, to make him turn on him. Soon Jenkins came to a high wall, where he stopped, and with a hurried look behind, began to •climb over it. The wall was too high for me to jump. He was going to escape. What shall I do ? I barked as loudly as I could for some one to come, and then sprang up and held him by the leg as he was getting over. I had such a grip, that I went over the wall with him, and left Jim on the other side. Jenkins HOW WE CAUGHT THE BURGLAR 121 fell on his face in the earth. Then he got up, and with a look of deadly hatred on his face, pounced upon me. If help had not come, I think he would have dashed out my brains against the wall, as he dashed out my poor little brothers' against the horse's stall. But just then there was a running sound. Two men came down the street and sprang upon the wall, just where Jim was leaping up and down and barking in distress. I saw at once by their uniform and the clubs in their hands, that they were policemen. In one short instant they had hold of Jenkins. He gave up then, but he stood snarling at me like an ugly dog. "If it hadn't been for that cur, I'd never a. been caught. Why ," and he staggered back and uttered a bad word, "it's me own dog." " More shame to you," said one of the police- men, sternly ; " what have you been up to at this time of night, to have your own dog and a quiet minister's spaniel dog a chasing you through the street ? ' ' Jenkins began to swear and would not tell them anything. There was a house in the garden, and just at this minute some one opened a window and called out : " Hallo, there, what are you doing ? " "We're catching a thief, sir," said one of the policemen, "leastwise I think that's what he's been up to. Could you throw us down a bit of rope? We've no handcuffs here, and one of us has to go to the lock-up and the other to Washing- ton street, where there's a woman yelling blue murder ; and hurry up, please, sir." 122 BEAUTIFUL JOE The gentleman threw down a rope, and in two minutes Jenkins' wrists were tied together, and he was walked through the gate, saying bad words as fast as he could to the policeman who was leading him. " Good dogs," said the other policeman to Jim and me. Then he ran up the street and we followed him. As we hurried along Washington street, and came near our house, we saw lights gleaming through the darkness, and heard people running ' to and fro. The nurse's shrieking had alarmed the neighborhood. The Morris boys were all out in the street only half clad and shivering with cold, and the Drurys' coachman, with no hat on, and his hair sticking up all over his head, was running about with a lantern. The neighbors' houses were all lighted up, and a good many people were hanging out of their windows and opening their doors, and calling to each other to know what all this noise meant. When the policeman appeared with Jim and me at his heels, quite a crowd gathered around him to hear his part of the story. Jim and I dropped on the ground panting as hard as we could, and with little streams of water running from our tongues. We were both pretty well used up. Jim's back was bleeding in several places from the stones that Jenkins had thrown at him, and I was a mass of bruises. Presently we were discovered, and then what a fuss was made over us. * ' Brave dogs ! noble dogs ! " everybody said, and patted and praised HOW WE CAUGHT THE BURGLAR 1 23 US. We were very proud and happy, and stood up and wagged our tails, at least Jim did, and I wagged what 1 could. Then they found what a state we were in. Mrs. Morris cried, and catching me up in her arms, ran in the house with me, and Jack followed with old Jim. We all went into the parlor. There was a good fire there, and Miss Laura and Miss Bessie were sitting over it. They sprang up when they saw us, and right there in the parlor washed our wounds, and made us lie down by the fire. ' ' You saved our silver, brave Joe, ' ' said Miss Bessie ; "just wait till my papa and mamma come home, and see what they will say. Well, Jack, what is the latest ? ' * as the Morris boys came trooping into the room. "The policeman has been questioning your nurse, and examining the dining-room, and has gone down to the station to make his report, and do you know what he has found out ? ' ' said Jack, excitedly. ' * No — what ? ' ' asked Miss Bessie. "Why that villain was going to burn your house." Miss Bessie gave a little shriek. ' ' Why, what do you mean ? ' ' "Well," said Jack, "they think by what they discovered, that he planned to pack his bag with silver, and carry it off ; but just before he did so he would pour oil around the room, and set fire to it, so people would not find out that he had been robbing you." BEAUTIFUL JOE JVhy we might have all been burned to death,'* said Miss Bessie. "He couldn't burn the dining-room without setting fire to the rest of the house. " Certainly not," said Jack, that shows what a villain he is." ' ' Do they know this for certain, Jack ? ' ' asked Miss Laura. ' * Well, they suppose so ; they found some bottles of oil along with the bag he had for the silver." " How horrible ! You darling old Joe, perhaps you saved our lives," and pretty Miss Bessie kissed my ugly, swollen head. I could do noth- ing but lick her little hand, but always after that I thought a great deal of her. It is now some years since all this happened, and I might as well tell the end of it. The next day the Drurys came home, and everything was found out about Jenkins. The night they left Fairport he had been hanging about the station. He knew just who were left in the house, for he had once supplied them with milk, and knew all about their family. He had no customers at this time, for after Mr. Harry rescued me, and that piece came out in the paper about him, he found that no one would take milk from him. His wife died, and some kind people put his children in an asylum, and he was obliged to sell Toby and the cows. Instead of learning a lesson from all this, and leading a better life, he kept sinking lower. He was, therefore, ready for any kind of mis- HOW WE CAUGHT THE BURGLAR 1 25 chief that turned up, and when he saw the Drurys going away in the train, he thought he would steal a bag of silver from their sideboard, then set fire to the house, and run away and hide the silver. After a time he would take it to some city and sell it. He was made to confess all this. Then for his wickedness he was sent to prison for ten years, and I hope he will get to be a better man there, and be one after he comes out. I was sore and stiff for a long time, and one day Mrs. Drury came over to see me. She did not love dogs as the Morrises did. She tried to, but she could not. Dogs can see fun in things as well as people can, and I buried my muzzle in the hearth-rug, so that she would not see how I was curling up my lip and smiling at her. ** You — are — a — good — dog," she said, slowly. "You are" — then she stopped, and could not think of anything else to say to me. I got up and stood in front of her, for a well-bred dog should not lie down when a lady speaks to him. I wag- ged my body a little, and I would gladly have said something to help her out of her difficulty, but I couldn't. If she had stroked me it might have helped her ; but she didn't want to touch me, and I knew she didn't want me to touch her, so I just stood looking at her. "Mrs. Morris," she said, turning from me with a puzzled face, " I don't like animals, and I can't pretend to, for they always find me out ; but 126 BEAUTIFUL JOE can't you let that dog know that I shall feel eter- nally grateful to him for saving not only our property — for that is a trifle — but my darling daughter from fright and annoyance, and a pos- sible injury or loss of life ? " " I think he understands," said Mrs. Morris. ** He is a very wise dog." And smiling in great amusement, she called me to her and put my paws on her lap. "Look at that lady, Joe. She is pleased with you for driving Jenkins away from her house. You remember Jenkins ? ' * I barked angrily and limped to the window. "How intelligent he is," said Mrs. Drury. * ' My husband has sent to New York for a watch- dog, and he says that from this on our house shall never be without one. Now I must go. Your dog is happy, Mrs. Morris, and I can do nothing for him, except to say that I shall never forget him, and I wish he would come over occasionally' to see us. Perhaps when we get our dog he will. I shall tell my cook whenever she sees him to give him something to eat. This is a souvenir for Laura of that dreadful night. I feel under a deep obligation to you, so I am sure you will allow her to accept it." Then she gave Mrs. Morris a little box and went away. When Miss Laura came in, she opened the box, and found in it a handsome diamond ring. On the inside of it was engraved: "Laura, in memory of December 20th, 18 — . From her grateful friend, Bessie." The diamond was worth hundreds of dollars, HOW WE CAUGHT THE BURGLAR 12/ and Mrs. Morris told Miss Laura that she had rather she would not wear it then, while she was a young girl. It was not suitable for her, and she knew Mrs. Drury did not expect her to do so. She wished to give her a valuable present, and this would always be worth a great deal of money. CHAPTER XV OITR JOURNEY TO RIVERDALE J VERY Other summer, the Morris children were sent to some place in the country, so that they could have a change of air, and see what country life was like. As there were so many of them they usually went different ways. The summer after I came to them, Jack and Carl went to an uncle in Vermont, Miss Laura went to another in New Hampshire, and Ned and WiUie -went to visit a maiden aunt who lived in the White Mountains. Mr. and Mrs. Morris stayed at home. Fairport was a lovely place in summer, and many people •came there to visit. The children took some of their pets with them, and the others they left at home for their mother to take care of. She never allowed them to take a pet animal anywhere, unless she knew it would be perfectly welcome. " Don't let your pets be a worry to other people," she often said to them, "" or they will dislike them and you too." Miss Laura went away earlier than the others, for she had run down through the spring, and was 128 OUR JOURNEY TO RIVERDALE 1 29 pale and thin. One day, early in June, we set out. I say * ' we, ' ' for after my adventure with Jenkins, Miss Laura said that I should never be parted from her. If any one invited her to come and see them and didn't want me, she would stay at home. The whole family went .to the station to see us off. They put a chain on my collar and took me to the baggage office and got two tickets for me. One was tied to my collar and the other Miss Laura put in her purse. Then I was put in a baggage car and chained in a corner. I heard Mr. Morris say that as we were only going a short distance, it was not worth while to get an express ticket for me. There was a dreadful noise and bustle at the station. Whistles were blowing and people were rushing up and down the platform. Some men were tumbling baggage so fast into the car where 1 was, that I was afraid some of it would fall on me. For a few minutes Miss Laura stood by the door and looked in, but soon the men had piled up so many boxes and trunks that she could not see me. Then she went away. Mr. Morris asked one of the men to see that I did not get hurt, and I heard some money rattle. Then he went away too. It was the beginning of June and the weather had suddenly become very hot. We had a long, cold spring, and not being used to the heat, it seemed very hard to bear. Before the train started, the doors of the bag- gage car were closed, and it became quite dark inside. The darkness, and the heat, and the close 130 BEAUTIFUL JOE smell, and the noise, as we went rushing along, made me feel sick and frightened. I did not dare to lie down, but sat up trembling and wishing that we might soon come to Riverdale Station. But we did not get there for some time, and I was to have a great fright. I was thinking of all the stories that I knew of animals traveling. In February, the Drurys' New- foundland watch-dog, Pluto, had arrived from New York, and he told Jim and me that he had a miser- able journey. A gentleman friend of Mr. Drury' s had brought him from New York. He saw him chained up in his car, and he went into his Pullman, first tipping the baggage-master handsomely to look after him. Pluto said that the baggage-master had a very red nose, and he was always getting drinks for himself when they stopped at a station, but he never once gave him a drink or anything to eat, from the time they left New York till they got to Fairport. When the train stopped there, and Pluto's chain was un- fastened, he sprang out on the platform and nearly knocked Mr. Drury down. He saw some snow that had sifted through the station roof and he was so thirsty that he began to lick it up. When the snow was all gone, he jumped up and licked the frost on the windows. Mr. Drury' s friend was so angry. He found ^ the baggage-master, and said to him : " What did you mean, by coming into my car every few hours, to tell me that the dog was fed, and watered, and comfortable ? I shall report you." OUR JOURNEY TO RIVERDALE 13! He went into the office at the station, and com- plained of the man, and was told that he was a drinking man, and was going to be dismissed. I was not afraid of suffering like Pluto, because it was only going to take us a few hours to get ta Riverdale. I found that we always went slowly before we came in to a station, and one time when we began to slacken speed I thought that surely we must be at our journey's end. However, it was not Riverdale. The car gave a kind of jump, then there was a crashing sound ahead, and we stopped. I heard men shouting and running up and down, and I wondered what had happened. It was all dark and still in the car, and nobody came in, but the noise kept up outside, and I knew some- thing had gone wrong with the train. Perhaps Miss Laura had got hurt. Something must have happened to her or she would come to me. I barked and pulled at my chain till my neck was sore, but for a long, long time I was there alone. The men running about outside must have heard me. If ever I hear a man in trouble and crying for help I go to him and see what he wants. After such a long time that it seemed to me it must be the middle of the night, the door at the end of the car opened, and a man looked in. ' ' This is all through baggage for New York, miss, ' * 1 heard him say ; "they wouldn't put your dog in here." "Yes, they did — I am sure this is the car," I 132 BEAUTIFUL JOE lieard in the voice I knew so well ; "and won't you get him out, please ? He must be terribly frightened. ' ' The man stooped down and unfastened my chain, grumbling to himself because I had not been put in another car. "Some folks tumble a dog round as if he was a junk of coal," he said, patting me kindly. I was nearly wild with delight to get with Miss Laura again, but I had barked so much, and pressed my neck so hard with my collar that my voice was all gone. I fawned on her, and wagged myself about, and opened and shut my mouth, but no sound came out of it. It made Miss Laura nervous. She tried to laugh and cry at the same time, and then bit her lip hard, and said : "Oh, Joe, don't." "He's lost his bark, hasn't he?" said the man, looking at me curiously. " It is a wicked thing to confine an animal in a •dark and closed car, ' ' said Miss Laura, trying to see her way down the steps through her tears. The man put out his hand and helped her. "He's not suffered much, miss," he said ; " don't you distress yourself. Now if you'd been a brake- man on a Chicago train, as I was a few years ago, and seen the animals run in for the stock yards, you might talk about cruelty. Cars that ought to hold a certain number of pigs, or sheep, or cattle, jammed full with twice as many, and half of 'em thrown out choked and smothered to death. I've seen a man running up and down, raging and OUR JOURNEY TO RIVERDALE 1 35 swearing because the railway people hadn't let him get in to tend to his pigs on the road." " Miss Laura turned and looked at the man with a very white face. ** Is it like that now ?'* she asked. " No, no," he said, hastily. " It's better now^ They've got new regulations about taking care of the stock ; but mind you, miss, the cruelty to animals isn't all done on the railways. There's a great lot of dumb creatures suffering all round everywhere, and if they could speak, 'twould be a. hard showing for some other people besides the railway men." He lifted his cap and hurried down the plat- form, and Miss Laura, her face very much troubled, picked her way among the bits of coal and wood scattered about the platform, and went into the waiting room of the little station. She took me up to the filter and let some water run in her hand, and gave it to me to lap. Then she sat down and I leaned my head against her knees, and she stroked my throat gently. There were some people sitting about the room,, and, from their talk, I found out what had takeni place. There had been a freight train on a side track at this station, waiting for us to get by. The switchman had carelessly left the switch open after this train went by, and when we came along after- ward, our train, instead of running in by the plat- form, went crashing into the freight train. If we had been going fast, great damage might have been done. As it was, our engine was smashed BEAUTIFUL JOE r that it could not take us on ; the passen- gers were frightened ; and we were having a tedi- ous time waiting for another engine to come and take us to Riverdale. After the accident, the trainmen were so busy that Miss Laura could get no one to release me. While I sat by her, I noticed an old gentleman staring at us. He was such a queer-looking old gentleman. He looked like a poodle. He had l)right brown eyes, and a pointed face, and a shock of white hair that he shook every few minutes. He sat with his hands clasped on the top of his •cane, and he scarcely took his eyes from Miss Laura's face. Suddenly he jumped up and came and sat down beside her. "An ugly dog, that," he said, pointing to me. Most young ladies would have resented this, TDut Miss Laura only looked amused. " He seems l)eautiful to me," she said, gently. " H'm, because he's your dog," said the old man, darting a sharp look at me. "What's the matter with him ?" "This is his first journey by rail, and he's a little frightened." " No wonder. The Lord only knows the suf- fering of animals in transportation," said the old gentleman. "My dear young lady, if you could see what I have seen, you'd never eat another bit of meat all the days of your life." Miss Laura wrinkled her forehead. " I know — I have heard," she faltered. "It must be terrible. ' ' OUR JOURNEY TO RIVERDALE 1 35 "Terrible — it's awful," said the gentleman. '•Think of the cattle on the western plains. Choked with thirst in summer, and starved and frozen in winter. Dehorned and goaded on to trains and steamers. Tossed about and wounded and suffering on voyages. Many of them dying and being thrown into the sea. Others landed sick and frightened. Some of them slaughtered on docks and wharves to keep them from dropping dead in their tracks. What kind of food does their flesh make? It's rank poison. Three of my family have died of cancer. I am a vege- tarian. The strange old gentleman darted from his seat, and began to pace up and down the room. I was very glad he had gone, for Miss Laura hated to hear of cruelty of any kind, and her tears were dropping thick and fast on my brown coat. The gentleman had spoken very loudly, and every one in the room had listened to what he said. Among them, was a very young man, with a cold, handsome face. He looked as if he was annoyed that the older man should have made Miss Laura cry. "Don't you think, sir," he said, as the old gentleman passed near him in walking up and down the floor, ' ' that there is a great deal of mock sentiment about this business of taking care of the dumb creation ? They were made for us. They've got to suffer and be killed to supply our wants. The cattle and sheep, and other animals would over-run the earth, if we didn't kill them." I BEAUTIFUL JOE Granted," said the old man, stopping right ht of him. "Granted, young man, if you take out that word suffer. The Lord made the sheep, and the cattle, and the pigs. They are his creatures just as much as we are. We can kill them, but we've no right to make them suffer. ' ' " But we can't help it, sir." "Yes, we can, my young man. It's a possi- ble thing to raise healthy stock, treat it kindly, kill it mercifully, eat it decently. When men do that I, for one, will cease to be a vegetarian. You're only a boy. You haven't traveled as I have. I've been from one end of this country to the other. Up north, down south, and out west, I've seen sights that made me shudder, and I tell you the Lord will punish this great American nation if it doesn't change its treatment of the dumb animals committed to its care. ' ' The young man looked thoughtful, and did not reply. A very sweet-faced old lady sitting near him answered the old gentleman. I don't think I have ever seen such a fine-looking old lady as she was. Her hair was snowy white, and her face was deeply wrinkled, yet she was tall and stately, and her expression was as pleasing as my dear Miss Laura's. " I do not think we are a wicked nation," she said, softly. "We are a younger nation than many of the nations of the earth, and I think that many of our sins arise from ignorance and thoughtlessness. * ' OUR JOURNEY TO RIVERDALE 1 37 *' Yes, madame, yes, madame," said the fiery old gentleman, staring hard at her. "I agree with you there." She smiled very pleasantly at him and went on. "I, too, have been a traveler, and I have talked to a great many wise and good people on the subject of the cruel treatment of animals, and I find that many of them have never thought about it. They, themselves, never knowingly ill-treat a dumb creature, and when they are told stories of inhuman conduct, they say in surprise, ' Why, these things surely can't exist ! * You see they have never been brought in contact with them. As soon as they learn about them, they begin to agitate and say, ' We must have this thing stopped. Where is the remedy?' " "And what is it, what is it, madame, in your opinion ? ' ' said the old gentleman, pawing the floor with impatience. " Just the remedy that I would propose for the great evil of intemperance," said the old lady, smiling at him. "Legislation and education. Legislation for the old and hardened, and educa- tion for the young and tender. I would tell the schoolboys and schoolgirls that alcohol will destroy the framework of their beautiful bodies, and that cruelty to any of God's living creatures will blight and destroy their innocent young souls." The young man spoke again. "Don't you think," he said, "thai you temperance and humane people lay too much stress upon the education of our youth in all lofty and noble sen- 138 BEAUTIFUL JOE timents ? The human heart will always be wicked. Your Bible tells you that, doesn't it? You can't educate all the badness out of children. ' ' "We don't expect to do that," said the old lady, turning her pleasant face toward him ; ' * but even if the human heart is desperately wicked, shouldn't that make us much more eager to try to educate, to ennoble, and restrain ? However, as far as my experience goes, and I have lived in this wicked world for seventy-five years, I find that the human heart, though wicked and cruel, as you say, has yet some soft and tender spots, and the impressions made upon it in youth are never, never effaced. Do you not remember better than anything else, standing at your mother's knee — the pressure of her hand, her kiss on your forehead ? ' ' By this time our engine had arrived. A whistle was blowing, and nearly every one was rushing from the room, the impatient old gentle- man among the first. Miss Laura was hurriedly trying to do up her shawl strap, and I was stand- ing by, wishing that I could help her. The old lady and the young man were the only other peo- ple in the room, and we could not help hearing what they said. "Yes, I do," he said in a thick voice, and his face got very red. " She is dead now — I have no mother." " Poor boy ! " and the old lady laid her hand on his shoulder. They were standing up, and she was taller than he was. " May God bless you. OUR JOURNEY TO RIVERDALE 1 39 [ know you have a kind heart. I have four stal- wart boys, and you remind me of the youngest. If you are ever in Washington come to see me. ' ' She gave him some name, and he hfted his hat and looked as if he was astonished to find out who she was. Then he, too, went away, and she turned to Miss Laura. "Shall I help you, my dear ? ' ' " If you please," said my young mistress. " I can't fasten this strap." In a few seconds the bundle was done up, and we were joyfully hastening to the train. It was only a few miles to Riverdale, so the conductor let me stay in the car with Miss Laura. She spread her coat out on the seat in front of her, and I sat on it and looked out of the car window as we sped along through a lovely country, all green and fresh in the June sunlight. How light and pleasant this car was — so different from the baggage car. What frightens an animal most of all things, is not to see where it is going, not to know what is going to happen to it. I think that they are very like human beings in this respect. The lady had taken a seat beside Miss Laura, and as we went along, she too looked out of the window and said in a low voice : " What is so rare as a day in June, Then, if ever, come perfect days." " That is very true," said Miss Laura ; " how sad that the autumn must come, and the cold winter. I40 BEAUTIFUL JOE "No, my dear, not sad. It is but a prepara- tion for another summer. ' ' "Yes, I suppose it is," said Miss Laura. Then she continued a httle shyly, as her com- panion leaned over to stroke my cropped ears : "You seem very fond of animals." "I am, my dear. I have four horses, two cows, a tame squirrel, three dogs, and a cat." * ' You should be a happy woman, ' ' said Miss Laura, with a smile. " I think I am. I must not forget my horned toad, Diego, that I got in California. I keep him in the green-house, and he is very happy catching flies and holding his horny head to be scratched whenever any one comes near. ' ' " I don't see how any one can be unkind to animals," said Miss Laura, thoughtfully. " Nor I, my dear child. It has always caused me intense pain to witness the torture of dumb animals. Nearly seventy years ago, when I was a little girl walking the streets of Boston, I would tremble and grow faint at the cruelty of drivers to over-loaded horses. I was timid and did not dare speak to them. Very often, I ran home and flung myself in my mother's arms with a burst of tears, and asked her if nothing could be done to help the poor animals. With mistaken, motherly kindness, she tried to put the subject out of my thoughts. I was carefully guarded from seeing or hearing of any instances of cruelty. But the ani- mals went on suffering just the same, and when I became a woman, I saw my cowardice. I agitated OUR JOURNEY TO RIVERDALE 141 the matter among my friends, and told them that our whole dumb creation was groaning together in pain, and would continue to groan, unless merci- ful human beings were willing to help them. I was able to assist in the formation of several socie- ties for the prevention of cruelty to animals, and they have done good service. Good service not only to the horses and cows, but to the nobler ani- mal, man. I believe that in saying to a cruel man, * You shall not overwork, torture, mutilate, nor kill your animal, or neglect to provide it with proper food and shelter,' we are making him a little nearer the kingdom of heaven than he was before. For * Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.' If he sows seeds of unkindness and cruelty to man and beast, no one knows what the blackness of the harvest will be. His poor horse, quivering under a blow, is not the worst sufferer. Oh, if people would only understand that their unkind deeds will recoil upon their own heads, with tenfold force — but, my dear child, I am fan- cying that I am addressing a drawing-room meet- ing — and here we are at your station. Good-bye ; keep your happy face and gentle ways. I hope that we may meet again some day." She pressed Miss Laura's hand, gave me a farewell pat, and the next minute we were outside on the platform,, and she v/as smiling through the window at us. CHAPTER XVI DINGLEY FARM Y dear niece," and a stout, middle-aged woman, with a red, lively face, threw both her arms around Miss Laura. " How glad I am to see you, and this is the dog. Good Joe, I have a bone waiting for you. Here is Uncle John." A tall, good-looking man stepped up and put out a big hand, in which my mistress' little fingers were quite swallowed up. * ' I am glad to see you, Laura. Well, Joe, how d'ye do, old boy? I've heard about you." It made me feel very welcome to have them both notice me, and I was so glad to be out of the train that I frisked for joy around their feet as we went to the wagon. It was a big double one, with an awning over it to shelter it from the sun's rays, and the horses were drawn up in the shade of a spreading tree. They were two powerful black horses, and as they had no blinders on, they could see us coming. Their faces lighted up and they moved their ears and pawed the ground, and whinnied when Mr. Wood went up to them. They DINGLEY FARM 143 tried to rub their heads against him, and I saw plainly that they loved him. ' ' Steady there, Cleve and Pacer," he said ; " now back, back up." By this time, Mrs. Wood, Miss Laura and I were in the wagon. Then Mr. Wood jumped in, took up the reins, and off we went. How the two black horses did spin along ! I sat on the seat be- side Mr. Wood, and sniffed in the deUcious air, and the lovely smell of flowers and grass. How glad I was to be in the country ! What long races I should have in the green fields. I wished that I had another dog to run with me, and wondered very much whether Mr. Wood kept one. I knew I should soon find out, for whenever Miss Laura went to a place she wanted to know what animals there were about. We drove a little more than a mile along a country road where there were scattered houses. Miss Laura answered questions about her family, and asked questions about Mr. Harry, who was away at college and hadn't got home. I don't think I have said before that Mr. Harry was Mrs. Wood's son. She was a widow with one son when she married Mr. Wood, so that Mr. Harry, though the Morrises called him cousin, was not really their cousin. I was very glad to hear them say that he was soon coming home, for I had never forgotten that but for him I should never have known Miss Laura and gotten into my pleasant home. By-and-by, I heard Miss Laura say : "Uncle John, have you a dog ? " 144 BEAUTIFUL JOE "Yes, Laura," he said; "I have one to-day, but I sha'n't have one to-morrow." ' ' Oh, uncle, what do you mean ? ' ' she asked. "Well, Laura," he replied, "you know ani- mals are pretty much like people. There are some good ones and some bad ones. Now, this dog is a snarhng, cross-grained, cantankerous beast, and when I heard Joe was coming, I said : ' Now we'll have a good dog about the place, and here's an end to the bad one.' So I tied Bruno up, and to-morrow I shall shoot him. Something's got to be done, or he'll be biting some one." "Uncle," said Miss Laura, "people don't al- ways die when they are bitten by dogs, do they ?" " No, certainly not," replied Mr. Wood. " In my humble opinion there's a great lot of nonsense talked about the poison of a dog's bite and people dying of hydrophobia. Ever since I was born I've had dogs snap at me and stick their teeth in my flesh ; and I've never had a symptom of hydro- phobia, and never intend to have. I believe half the people that are bitten by dogs frighten them- selves into thinking they are fatally poisoned. I was reading the other day about the policemen in a big city in England that have to catch stray dogs, and dogs supposed to be mad, and all kinds of dogs, and they get bitten over and over again, and never think anything about it. But let a lady or a gentleman walking along the street have a dog bite them, and they worry themselves till their blood is in a fever, and they have to hurry across to France to get Pasteur to cure them. They imagine they've DINGLEY FARM I45, got hydrophobia, and they've got it because they imagine it. I believe if I fixed my attention on. that right thumb of mine, and thought I had a sore, there, and picked at it and worried it, in a short- time a sore would come, and I'd be off to the doc- tor to have it cured. At the same time dogs have no business to bite, and I don't recommend any one to get bitten." "But, uncle," said Miss Laura, "isn't there such a thing as hydrophobia ? ' ' " Oh, yes ; I dare say there is. I beheve that a careful examination of the records of death re- ported in Boston from hydrophobia for the space of thirty-two years, shows that two people actually^ died from it. Dogs are like all other animals. They're liable to sickness, and they've got to be watched. I think my horses would go mad if I starved them, or over-fed them, or over-worked them, or let them stand in laziness, or kept them dirty, or didn't give them water enough. They'd get some disease, anyway. If a person owns an animal, let him take care of it, and it's all right. If it shows signs of sickness, shut it up and watch it. If the sickness is incurable, kill it. Here's a sure way to prevent hydrophobia. Kill off all ownerless and vicious dogs. If you can't do that, have plenty of water where they can get at it. A dog that has all the water he wants, will never go- mad. This dog of mine has not one single thing the matter with him but pure ugliness. Yet, if I let him loose, and he ran through the village with his tongue out, I'll warrant you there' d be a cry of 146 BEAUTIFUL JOE "mad dog!' However, I'm going to kill him. I've no use for a bad dog. Have plenty of animals, I say, and treat them kindly, but if there's a vicious one among them, put it out of the way, for it is a constant danger to man and beast. It's queer how ugly some people are about their dogs. They'll keep them no matter how they worry other people, and even when they're snatching the bread out of their neighbors' mouths. But I say that is not the fault of the four-legged dog. A human dog is the worst of all. There's a band of sheep-killing dogs here in Riverdale, that their owners can't, or won't, keep out of mischief. Meek -looking fellows some of them are. The owners go to bed at night, and the dogs pretend to go, too ; but when the house is quiet and the family asleep, off goes Rover or Fido to worry poor, defenseless creatures that can't de- fend themselves. Their taste for sheep's blood is like the taste'for liquor in men, and the dogs will travel as far to get their fun, as the men will travel for theirs. They've got it in them, and you can't get it out." "Mr. Windham cured his dog," said Mrs. Wood. Mr. Wood burst into a hearty laugh. " So he did, so he did. I must tell Laura about that. Windham is a neighbor of ours, and last summer I kept telling him that his collie was worrying my Shropshires. He wouldn't believe me, but I knew I was right, and one night when Harry was home, he lay in wait for the dog and lassoed him. I tied him up and sent for Windham. You should have DINGLEY FARM 147 seen his face, and the dog's face. He said two words, * You scoundrel ! ' and the dog cowered at his feet as if he had been shot. He was a fine dog, but he'd got corrupted by evil companions. Then Windham asked me where my sheep were. I told him in the pasture. He asked me if I still had my old ram Bolton. I said yes, and then he wanted eight or ten feet of rope. I gave it to him, and wondered what on earth he was going to do with it. He tied one end of it to the dog's collar, and holding the other in his hand, set out for the pasture. He asked us to go with him, and when he got there, he told Harry he'd like to see him catch Bolton. There wasn't any need to catch him, he'd come to us like a dog. Harry whistled, and when Bolton came up, Windham fastened the rope's end to his horns, and let him go. The ram was frightened and ran, dragging the dog with him. We let them out of the pasture into an open field, and for a few minutes there was such a rac- ing and chasing over that field as I never saw before. Harry leaned up against the bars and laughed till the tears rolled down his cheeks. Then Bolton got mad, and began to make battle with the dog, pitching into him with his horns. We soon stopped that, for the spirit had all gone out of Dash. Windham unfastened the rope, and told him to get home, and if ever I saw a dog run, that one did. Mrs. Windham set great store by him, and her husband didn't want to kill him. But he said Dash had got to give up his sheep- killing, if he wanted to live. That cured him. 148 BEAUTIFUL JOE He's never worried a sheep from that day to this, and if you offer him a bit of sheep's wool now, he tucks his tail between his legs, and runs for home. Now, I must stop my talk, for we're in sight of the farm. Yonder' s our boundary line, and there's the house. You'll see a difference in the trees since you were here before. ' ' We had come to a turn in the road where the ground sloped gently upward. We turned in at the gate, and drove between rows of trees up to a long, low, red house, with a veranda all round it. There v/as a wide lawn in front, and away on our right were the farm buildings. They too, were painted red, and there were some trees by them that Mr. Wood called his windbreak, because they kept the snow from drifting in the winter time. I thought it was a beautiful place. Miss Laura had been here before, but not for some years, so she, too, was looking about quite eagerly. "Welcome to Dingley Farm, Joe," said Mrs. Wood, with her jolly laugh, as she watched me- jump from the carriage seat to the ground. * * Come in, and I'll introduce you to pussy." ' ' Aunt Hattie, why is the farm called Dingley Farm?" said Miss Laura, as we went into the house. " It ought to be Wood Farm." "Dingley is made out of 'dingle,' Laura. You know that pretty hollow back of the pasture ? It is what they call a ' dingle.' So this farm was called Dingle Farm till the people around about got saying ' Dingley ' instead. I suppose they found it easier. Why, here is Lolo coming to see Joe." DINGLEY FARiM 1 49 Walking along the wide hall that ran through the house was a large tortoise-shell cat. She had a prettily marked face, and she was waving her large tail like a flag, and mewing kindly to greet her mistress. But when she saw me what a face she made. She flew on the hall table, and putting up her back till it almost lifted her feet from the ground, began to spit at me and bristle with rage. "Poor Lolo," said Mrs. Wood, going up to her. "Joe is a good dog, and not like Bruno. He won't hurt you." I wagged myself about a little, and looked kindly at her, but she did nothing but say bad words to me. It was weeks and weeks before I made friends with that cat. She was a young thing, and had known only one dog, and he was a bad one, so she supposed all dogs were like him. There was a number of rooms opening off the hall, and one of them was the dining room where they had tea. I lay on a rug outside the door and watched them. There was a small table spread with a white cloth, and it had pretty dishes and glassware on it, and a good many different kinds of things to eat. A little F'rench girl, called Adele, kept coming and going from the kitchen to give them hot cakes, and fried eggs, and hot coffee. As soon as they finished their tea, Mrs. Wood gave me one of the best meals that I ever had in my life. CHAPTER XVII MR. WOOD AND HIS HORSES jlHE morning after we arrived in Riverdale, I was up very early and walking around the house. I slept in the woodshed, and could run outdoors whenever I liked. The woodshed was at the back of the house, and near it was the tool shed. Then there was a carriage house, and a plank walk leading to the barnyard. I ran up this walk, and looked into the first building I came to. It was the horse stable. A door stood open, and the morning sun was glanc- ing in. There were several horses there, some with their heads toward me, and some with their tails. I saw that instead of being tied up, there were gates outside their stalls, and they could stand in any way they liked. There was a man moving about at the other end of the stable, and long before he saw me, I knew that it was Mr. Wood. What a nice, clean stable he had ! There was always a foul smell coming out of Jenkins's stable, but here the air seemed as pure inside as outside. There was a MR. WOOD AND HIS HORSES number of little gratings in the wall to let fresh air, and they were so placed that ..^ would not blow on the horses. Mr. Wood was going from one horse to another, giving them hay, and talking to them in a cheerful voice. At last he spied me, and cried out, * * The top of the morning to you, Joe ! You are up early. Don't come too near the horses, good dog," as I walked in beside him ; * * they might think you are another Bruno, and give you a sly bite or kick. I should have shot him long ago. 'Tis hard to make a. good dog suffer for a bad one, but that's the way of the world. Well, old fellow, what do you think of my horse stable ? Pretty fair, isn't it ? " And Mr. W^ood went on talking to me as he fed and groomed his horses, till I soon found out that his chief pride was in them. I like to have human beings talk to me. Mr. Morris often reads his sermons to me, and Miss. Laura tells me secrets that I don't think she would tell to any one else. I watched Mr. Wood carefully, while he groomed a huge, gray cart-horse, that he called Dutchman. He took a brush in his right hand, and a curry-comb in his left, and he curried and brushed every part of the horse's skin, and after- ward wiped him with a cloth. ' ' A good grooming is equal to two quarts of oats, Joe," he said to me. Then he stooped down and examined the horse's hoofs. "Your shoes are too heavy, Dutchman," he said; "but that pig-headed blacksmith thinks he knows more about horses 152 BEAUTIFUL JOE than I do. * Don't cut the sole nor the frog,* I say to him. ' Don't pare the hoof so much, and don't rasp it ; and fit your shoe to the foot, and not the foot to the shoe,' and he looks as if he wanted to say, • Mind your own business.' We'll not go to him again. * 'Tis hard to teach an old dog new tricks.' I got you to work for me, not to wear out your strength in lifting about his -weighty shoes." Mr. Wood stopped talking for a few minutes, and whistled a tune. Then he began again. "I've made a study of horses, Joe. Over forty years I've studied them, and it's my opinion that the average horse knows more than the average man that drives him. When I think of the stupid fools that are goading patient horses about, beat- ing them and misunderstanding them, and think- ing they are only clods of earth with a little life in them, I'd like to take their horses out of the shafts and harness them in, and I'd trot them off at a pace, and slash them, and jerk them, till I guess they'd come out with a little less patience than the animal does. " Look at this Dutchman — see the size of him. You'd think he hadn't any more nerves than a bit of granite. Yet he's got a skin as sensitive as a girl's. See how he quivers if I run the curry-comb too harshly over him. The idiot I got him from didn't know what was the matter with him. He'd bought him for a reliable horse, and there he was, kicking and stamping whenever the boy went near "him. * Your boy's got too heavy a hand. Deacon MR. WOOD AND HIS HORSES l$y Jones,' said I, when he described the horse's actions to me. ' You may depend upon it, a four- legged creature, unlike a two-legged one, has a reason for everything he does.' * But he's only a draught horse,' said Deacon Jones. 'Draught horse or no draught horse,' said I, 'you're de- scribing a horse with a tender skin to me, and I don't care if he's as big as an elephant.' Well,, the old man grumbled and said he didn't want- any thoroughbred airs in his stable, so I bought you, didn't I, Dutchman?" and Mr. Wood stroked him kindly and went to the next stall. In each stall was a small tank of water with sl sliding cover, and I found out afterward that these covers were put on when a horse came in too heated to have a drink. At any other time, he could drink all he liked. Mr. Wood believed in having plenty of pure water for all his animals, and they all had their own place to get a drink. Even I had a little bowl of water in the wood- shed, though I could easily have run up to the: barnyard when I wanted a drink. As soon as I came, Mrs. Wood asked Adele to keep it there for me and when I looked up gratefully at her, she said : " Every animal should have its own feeding place and its own sleeping place, Joe ; that is only fair. ' ' The next horses Mr. Wood groomed were the black ones, Cleve and Pacer. Pacer had some- thing wrong with his mouth, and Mr. Wood turned back his lips and examined it carefully. This he- was able to do, for there were large windows in the 154 BEAUTIFUL JOE Stable and it was as light as Mr. Wood's house was. " No dark corners here, eh Joe ! " said Mr. Wood, as he came out of the stall and passed me to get a bottle from a shelf. "When this stable was built, I said no dirt holes for careless men here. I want the sun to shine in the corners, and I don't want my horses to smell bad smells, for they hate them, and I don't want them starting when they go into the light of day, just because they've been kept in a black hole of a stable, and I've never had a sick horse yet." #. 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