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Qjtuttf Qtmp'er QlntmaC ^toxm TOWSER DOG’S STORY By AMY PRENTICE With Thirty-Two Illustrations and a Frontispiece in Colors BY J. WATSON DAVIS A. L. BURT COMPANY, Publishers NEW YORK y* ^ V? * V* LIBRARY of CONGRESS Two Copies Received FEB 15 1906 n Copyright Entry fais * stop worrying any one who is smaller than him- self, without being a fool, I hope. Yes, I’ve got a copy of the thing, but there isn’t any sense in showing such a daub. 1 ’ Without waiting to be coaxed, however, Mr. Towser went out into the shed, returning a mo- ment later with a picture of which the one above is an exact copy : “ I suppose that old Crow thinks he can make pictures as well as verses ; but Miss Spaniel beats him out and out at both. I’ll show you one of Mr. Rover which she made, and at the same time tell you what a joke he played on Mamma Speckle. WHEN MAMMA SPECKLE LOST AN EGG. “One day Mamma Speckle began to sing, 4 Cut — cut — cut dah ! ’ and we all knew she had laid another egg, making the same kind of a fuss over it she always did, as if no other hen in the yard could do half as much. 44 Now Mr. Rover is very fond of eggs ; but Mr. Man never allows him to have any. When Mamma Speckle began to cackle so loud, the idea came into his head that here was a chance to get what he liked without breaking any of the rules 27 bowser Dog's Stor^ which Mr. Man had laid down, and, going over to where the hen stood, he growled : “ 4 You make as much fuss about your old egg as though the shell was filled with grain.’ “ 4 Cut — cut — cut dah ! I don’t know but it is filled with grain,’ Mamma Speckle cried. Mr. Rover Dog. u 4 Let’s open it and see,’ Mr. Rover said, trying to make it appear that he wasn’t very greatly interested in it. Here’s the picture of him which 28 toweer Dog's ©tor?* Miss Spaniel made, but it doesn’t look a bit like him. “Well, at first, Mamma Speckle wouldn’t listen to Mr. Rover’s idea of breaking the egg, and said quite decidedly : “ 4 Oh, no, eggs mustn’t be opened until I have sat on them three weeks, and then the loveliest fluffy chicks will come out of them.’ “ 4 But this one may be full of grain, and that wouldn’t hatch into a chicken, you know. I’ll break it with my paw, and then you can have a feast.’ “ Mamma Speckle stepped back a little ways as if to say she was willing, and Mr. Rover broke the egg. Of course you know what it looked like, and in a minute Mr. Rover knew what it tasted like. Poor old Mamma Speckle ! She gazed at the broken shell, and the white and yellow of the egg on the grass, as if she feared it might not be possible for her to lay another, and Mr. Rover, never stopping to think of the trouble which Mr. Spot had gotten into through greediness, smacked his lips in content.” “ What happened to Mr. Spot ? ” your Aunt Amy asked, when Mr. Towser ceased speaking as if he was done with story-telling. bowser Dog's Stor^ 29 HOW MR SPOT WAS PUNISHED FOR BEING GREEDY. “ There isn’t any story to it,” Mr. Towser said thoughtfully ; “but I may as well tell you what happened. You must know that Mr. Spot is very fond of sweet things, and one day, when Mrs. Man, who lives at Mr. Spot’s home, was making preserves, she put a jar half -full on the door-step to cool. “ Mr. Spot didn’t chance to have any business on hand just then, so he strolled over to see what was in the jar, and, of course, soon found out that he could have a very nice luncheon if it should be possible for him to get his head inside. He pushed and jammed to get his ears through the opening, otherwise he couldn’t reach the sweets with his nose, and finally contrived to do as he wanted. “ It didn’t take him long to lap up all that was inside the jar, and then he tried to pull his head out again ; but the rim around the top clung to his ears, and, struggle as he might, it was not pos- sible to get free. He began to be frightened, and ran here and there, with the jar covering all his head, looking like some strange monster. Then 30 bowser ©00*0 Stor?- Mrs. Man saw him, and she screamed in fear, beg- ging her husband to come and save her life. “ Mr. Man rushed out with his gun, and it was only by the narrowest chance that he didn’t shoot Mr. Spot at once ; but, luckily, at the very moment when he was going to fire, one of the servants 31 Soweer Bog's Stor?* cried out that it was only a dog with his head inside the preserve jar, and Mr. Man laid down the gun to get a hammer. “ The only way to help Mr. Spot out of his trouble was to break the jar, and the poor fellow got two or three pretty hard blows on the head before this could be done ; but it cured him of ever wanting any more preserves. It’s a pity something wouldn’t happen to break Mr. Rover of straying from home as he does.” WHAT THE DOG REALLY DID IN THE MANGER. u Mr. Towser, did you ever hear the very old story of the dog in the manger, who would neither eat nor allow the horses to do so ? ” your Aunt Amy asked, and Mr. Towser replied sharply : a I’ve heard it as you mean, and again as it really was. It’s a great pity that people can’t tell a story as it is, without twisting all the truth from it ! ” “ Then you don’t believe that it happened as is told ?” your Aunt Amy asked. “ I surely do not ! ” and Mr. Towser spoke very loudly. “ Why, the dog about whom they tell 32 Zomcv WoQ'e Stor^ that story was Mr. Spot’s own great-grandfather, and of course Mr. Spot knows exactly how it all happened.” “ I would like to hear how he tells the story,” your Aunt Amy said, and Mr. Towser did not hesitate to gratify her. “ The true way of it was this,” he began. “ Mr. Spot’s great-grandfather worked on a farm nearly as large as this, and it was his business to look after the stables. One morning the horses were turned out into the yard that they might get something to drink before having breakfast, and every one knows that the proper way to begin the day is by taking a few mouthfuls of water. Then one of the stable boys filled the manger with grain, and went away to attend to some other work. > “ The horses came back as soon as he had gone, thinking it would be possible to make pigs of themselves by eating all that had been brought in, before the boy returned ; but Mr. Spot’s great- grandfather knew that Mr. Man did not allow any such actions, so he jumped into the manger and told them to go out into the yard again until the groom came. a ‘ It’s our grain, and we shall eat it when we Mr. Spot’s Great Grandfather does his duty. Page 32. Towser Dog. 33 Gowser Dog's Stor?* please,’ the oldest Mr. Horse said, as he came up to the manger bold as a lion. “ ‘ You shan’t have a mouthful until after get- ting a drink, and not then, unless -the groom gives the word. I’ll bite your noses if you come any- where near me.’ “ Then they all got angry, and old Mr. Horse cried, as if he owned the grain and the whole stable : “ ‘ If you don’t get out of there, we’ll tell Mr. Man that you’re in the manger where you can’t eat, and won’t let us have a mouthful.’ u ‘You can tell whatever you please; but I shall stay right here, for I’m attending to my business, wdiile you’re trying to get more than belongs to you,’ Mr. Spot’s great-grandfather cried. “ Just then the groom arrived, and he made the horses go out for water, not allowing them a mouthful of grain until they came up to the man- ger in proper order. What’s more, he patted Mr. Spot’s great-grandfather on the head, and told him he was one dog in a thousand; but those miserable horses spread the report everywhere, that he sat in the manger simply to prevent them from eating.” . 2 34 bowser Bog's Stor^ “ I am glad to learn the truth of the story, for it is believed that the dog stayed in the manger to vex the horses, instead of being there because it was his duty,” your Aunt Amy said, and Mr. Towser replied quickly : WHEN MR. ROYER RAN AWAY. “All us animals know just how it was, and now you can tell the rest of the people. What ? You want to know what I meant by Mr. Rover’s going away from home very often ? Well, Miss Spaniel has set it down in poetry, and as that tells the whole story, I’ll repeat it to you : Old Rover’s a dog that would never keep still, And well named is he, for he roves at his will Through meadow and forest, by river and brook, Whenever his master’s too busy to look. “ For Rover’s a hunter ! ” his master declares. Whenever the dog runs away unawares, “ He’s looking for game,” cries the brave little master, “ And if you reprove him he runs all the faster.” So Rover ran down to the river one day When master, at books, was too busy to play, And after he cooled his parched tongue with a drink, He did as dogs often do — sat down to think. Mr. Rover takes a sail down the river. Page 35. Towser Dog. 35 bowser "Bods 5tort>. Now what Rover thought — that you never can know, But what Rover did, why, the story will show ; He looked up the river, then down, fore and aft, And then, like a sailor, he leaped on the raft. And down the wide river he sailed a good mile, As solemn as any old judge all the while, Quite sure that no accident could come to him, For, like a true sailor, he knew how to swim. But the ferryman happened his tricks to discover, And he and the master soon captured old Rover, And brought him back safely ; but old Rover laughed To think he had stolen the ferryman’s raft. A VERY FOOLISH DOG. “ That is a very good story,” your Aunt Amy said, and Mr. Towser added with what was very like a laugh : “ Do you know, that reminds me of the funniest kind of a story which Mr. Spot tells, and if you don’t mind I’ll repeat it to you. It seems that over on the next farm there was the most foolish dog you ever heard of. He didn’t seem to under- stand anything, and one day when he saw a poor fellow racing down the street with a tin can tied to his tail, he asked Mr. Spot why he was running so fast. 36 ITowser Dog's ©ton?. 44 4 He is in a hurry to get somewhere, and had that can put on to make him go fast,’ Mr. Spot said with a wink of his eye which the foolish dog didn’t understand. 4 It’s all the style now, and the larger the can the faster it makes you go. It’s a regular automobile.’ 44 4 That surely is fine,’ the foolish dog cried. 4 1 believe I’ll try it, if you’ll find a big can.’ 44 Mr. Spot got a tin pail, and tied it to the end of the foolish dog’s tail. 44 The foolish dog started down the road with the pail banging along behind him. At every leap the thing would give him a good, hard bump, and at every bump he would go faster, till he be- 37 Zoxvsev Dog's Stor^ came so frightened that he forgot all about having asked to have it tied on his tail. “Every boy he passed threw stones at him, and a woman dashed a lot of water on his back when he went near her door. A farmer hit the poor fellow with a big lump of earth; a milkmaid knocked him over with one of her empty pails, and a mule kicked the foolish dog into a pig-pen, where the pigs rooted him about till he crawled out through a small hole ; but the thing on his tail stuck fast between the boards, and he had to pull till nearly every hair was scraped off. “When Mr. Spot saw him again he was lying on the grass near the stable, trying to get his breath, and looking as if he had been having the time of his life. “ ‘ Did you go fast enough ? ’ Mr. Spot asked with another wink, and not until then did the foolish dog know that a joke had been played on him. “ Don’t you think it is wicked to tie a tin can, or any other thing for that matter, on a dog’s tail?” your Aunt Amy asked, and Mr. Towser said very decidedly: “ Of course I do, and none but very, very cruel boys would play such a trick,” 38 Gowser ©Ofl'0 Storp* “ And yet you think it was a good joke when Mr. Spot played the same sort of a wicked game on the foolish dog,” your Aunt Amy said sternly, and it was some time before Mr. Towser could think of a reasonable excuse. Then he said hesitatingly : u It’s different with such a dog as they’ve got on the next farm. He needs to be treated roughly, in order to get a little sense beaten into his head. Why, do you know, he actually called on old Mr. 39 bowser Dog’s ©tor?* Cat, who has spent nearly all his life trying to scratch every dog he meets, and went up with his paw out, same as Mr. Man does when he sees an old friend. “ Mr. Cat reached out his paw as if he was glad to see the foolish dog, and when the simple fellow was thinking he had done just the right thing in making a visit, Mr. Cat struck him across the nose with all four claws out. Now perhaps you may think he wasn’t hurt much ; but it’s a fact that the wounds didn’t get over being sore for nearly a month, and he never looked natural afterward.” “Did it cure him of being foolish ? ” your Aunt Amy asked with a laugh, and Mr. Towser Dog’s mouth was opened wide with a grin as he said : “ I’ve come to believe he’ll never be cured, un- less, perhaps, he goes to school to Miss Spaniel a couple of years.” “ What do you mean by that, Mr. Towser ? ” your Aunt Amy asked in surprise, and he seemed to think that she should know all about it, as he said : “ Of course you have seen her school ? ” and she replied truthfully : “ I have never even heard of such a thing, Mr. Towser ; I didn’t know dogs had schools.” 40 Dowser Dog's 5ton>. u Then you should go over to the next farm and see Miss Spaniel when she is teaching the puppies how to howl properly. She’s a fine teacher, so I’ve heard say, and it’s certain that all the dogs there howl in a way most delightful to hear. Miss Spaniel’s School. u I was telling you of foolish Mr. Ram, who went off with the wolves for a private conversa- tion, and never came back ; but I had almost for- gotten to speak of old Mrs. Sheep, who acted in about the same silly way, as I know, because of being right there and doing all I could to save her life. bowser 2)00'$ Stor^ 41 WHEN MRS. SHEEP GAVE MR. WOLF A DINNER. “ One day Mrs. Sheep came to me with tears in her eyes, and said that Mr. Wolf had carried away one of her twin babies. Now I couldn’t under- stand how it had happened, for Mr. Rover and I had been taking care of the flock, and hadn’t seen any of the Wolf tribe for a long while, so I asked her about it. “ ‘ I went down by the brook last night, while the rest of our family were feeding near-by, and Mr. Wolf came up through the bushes, where you couldn’t see him,’ she said, whimpering until you would have thought that Mr. Rover or I was to blame for what had happened. ‘ He told me that his wife had just lost one of her litter, who had been taken with whooping-cough while teething, and was mourning so sadly that he thought it might cheer her if one of my dear lambs went to see her, because he looked so much like her baby who died. It seemed cruel not to give the poor thing that much comfort, and when Mr. Wolf promised to bring the dear thing right back, I let the lamb go with him.’ “ ‘ And it hasn’t come back,’ I said angrily, wish- 42 £ow$er 2>og's Storp, ing I dared put my teeth into the silly sheep’s neck and shake her till she had an idea of her own foolishness. 4 It seems that you are wholly to blame, and what do you expect I can do about it V 44 4 1 want you to go with me to Mr. Wolfs house, so that we can find out why he doesn’t keep his promise/ she said, as if it was the regular thing for a sheep to call on a wolf. 44 4 It will end in your going the same way the lamb did/ I cried impatiently, not thinking how nearly I was telling the truth. 44 4 He won’t dare to touch me while you are near, even if he is that kind of a wolf, which I doubt/ she bleated. 44 Well, I showed myself to be as silly as Mrs. Sheep was, by doing what she wanted, and if Mr. Man had turned me out of house and home be- cause of it, he couldn’t have been blamed. We found Mr. Wolf without any trouble, and with him the same old hawk who had stolen chickens time and time again from our farm. The two thieves had come together to hatch some new mischief, I suppose. 44 Mr. Wolf actually laughed when he saw us, and I felt like a big fool for having come on such an errand, for of course the lamb had been killed and Towser Dog asking Mr. Wolf what he did with Mrs. Sheep’s lamb. Page 42. Towser Dog. Zomcv Bog's ©tor?. 43 eaten long before we got there ; but I wasn’t going to back out after I’d come so far, and I said to him : ‘“We have come to get the lamb you took from Mrs. Sheep, pretending that it would do your wife good to see it.’ “ 4 And so it did,’ Mr. Hawk spoke up, as if he had a perfect right to open his mouth in the presence of decent people. “ 4 We’ll get through with this business more quickly if you hold your tongue,’ I snapped at Mr. Hawk, and Mr. Wolf said, acting as if he was the most peaceable animal in the world : “ 4 1 hope we shan’t have any trouble, Mr. Towser. Mr. Hawk only told the truth when he said the dear little lamb’s visit did my wife a world of good.’ u 1 Where is she now ? ’ Mrs. Sheep bleated. “ 4 With my wife/ and Mr. Wolf grinned. “ 4 Inside her stomach, I suppose,’ I said, losing my temper more than a bit. “ 4 Dear, dear, why do you say such cruel things?’ Mr. Wolf cried. ‘If Mrs. Sheep will come with me, she can see for herself how happy the little thing is.’ “Now would you believe it? That silly Mrs. Sheep was perfectly willing to go with Mr. Wolf, 44 Dowser Dog’s Stor?. and when I told her again and again that he’d eat her as soon as they were where I couldn’t do any- thing to prevent it, she declared that he looked and spoke like an honest wolf. As if such a thing was ever known ! ” “Well, what happened?” your Aunt Amy asked as Mr. Towser ceased speaking. “ I can’t say exactly how the murder was com- mitted ; but I do know that Mrs. Sheep never came back, and Mr. Wolf had the impudence to send me word by one of his cubs, that Mrs. Sheep had decided to stay there a while. I went home after Mr. Rover; we got Mr. Spot and all the other dogs who were not busy, and that very night the crowd of us settled scores with Mr. Wolf and his wife. It was the morning after we’d done the work in good shape, that Mr. Rover mistook Miss Dido for a tramp dog. WHEN MR. ROVER MADE A MISTAKE. “Miss Spaniel seemed to think it was all very funny, and wrote two verses about it ; but Mr. Rover was terribly ashamed at having hurt Miss Dido’s feelings. You see, he went into the garden to bury a bone he had brought from Mr. Wolfs house, and there he saw a stranger. 45 bowser Dog's Storp* UL Get out of here, you tramp ! ’ he cried with- out stopping to see who the stranger was, and the rest of the story had best be told in Miss Spaniel’s verses : “ I’m not a tramp, You impudent scamp ! I’m Miss Dido from over the wall. Miss Dido is Angry. I put on my bonnet With a feather upon it, And came over to pay you a call. 46 bowser 2>og’s Storp. “ Since your bark is so rude, And I seem to intrude, I think I had better not stay. Bad manners you’re showing, So I must be going — Good day, Mr. Rover, good day.” “ I saw Mr. Rover just after Miss Dido went home as mad as a wet hen, and if ever there was an angry dog in this world, he was that one. It seemed as if he couldn’t stand still ; he got up on his hind legs and actually danced, while he howled until the house- maid came out to see what had happened. “ When old Grandfather Luck heard about it, he gave Mr. Rover quite a lecture on the sin and foolishness of allowing himself to get angry, and when he reads us dogs a lesson, we listen without so much as a whine, for he’s always in the right.” “ Who is Grandfather Luck? ” your Aunt Amy asked, not understanding what kind of an animal Mr. Towser was talking about. Mr. Rover Gives Way to Anger. 47 Gowser ©og'e Storp* u He’s the biggest sort of a big dog, who lives down the road a mile or more. Yes, it’s a queer name, I’ll admit; but it isn’t any queerer than he is. OLD GRANDFATHER LUCK. “ If you like I’ll repeat some verses about him that Miss Spaniel wrote. I don’t want to do all the talking ; but it seems as if I couldn’t help it, I’m so eager for you to hear some other kind of poetry than what is written by that thievish old Crow.” As a matter of course, your Aunt Amy told Mr. Towser that she was well pleased to listen to him, as indeed she was, and he recited that which is set down here : An ugly old fellow was Luck, but good, And it really seemed that he understood Whatever was told him ; faithful and true You’d find him at all times, willing to do The best he knew how ; on errands he’d run In his clumsy fashion, and think it fun, And never once would he stop on the way, When sent for the paper, to rest or play. 48 bowser 2>og’s Storp. One day on the street, a sight met his view That roused all his ire, and quite justly too ; A cross dog was biting a poodle so thin, That it seemed to be nothing but bones and skin. Grandfather Luck Interferes. It tossed and worried the poor little mite, Till Luck took a paw in the uneven fight ; The bad dog was conquered, home in a trice He sped with a howl — “ He’ll not try that twice,” Barked Luck — now would you believe it, next day The poor, abused poodle stood in the way With a bone to lay at the big dog’s feet, As if he considered it quite a treat. 49 bowser Dog's 5tor\>. If even a canine can thankful be, Right here is a lesson for you and me. Do unto others, as you’d have them do, And strive hard to give unto each his due. A Present for Grandfather Luck. “ Yes, Grandfather Luck is what you might call a model dog,” Mr. Towser said, as he came to an end of the verses. “ Sometimes I think it is easier for a big fellow to be good, than for a small one who can’t defend himself ; but of course that’s all wrong. Cruel boys will impose upon a little dog, when they wouldn’t dare to so much as wink at Mr. Luck ; but as a rule, your getting through this 4 50 Sowser Boq's ©tor?, world smoothly, depends pretty much upon how you behave. WHEN DANDY NEGLECTED HIS DUTY. “ Now I once knew a little toy dog who might have lived in comfort, with everything just to his liking, if he had only behaved himself ; but Mr. Man and his family were so kind to him that he began to think he was about the only dog in this world. “ His name was Dandy, and he lived on the next farm while he stayed in this neighborhood. The people there bought him, thinking, because he was so small, he’d be able to amuse the baby. Mr. Dandy wasn’t much bigger than one of my ears, and everybody made a great fuss over him, although I never could understand why, except it was on account of his size. “ Well, one day Mrs. Man brought Mr. Dandy into the room where the baby was playing on the floor, and left the two alone, expecting, of course, that the dog would know it was his business to amuse the child ; but instead of doing that, pert little Mr. Dandy thought he was the one who should be cared for. The first thing he did was 51 Gowser Bog's Stor^ to pull the doll away from the baby, and then it came into his head that it would be great sport to tear the thing to pieces. “ He began shaking the doll, and growling as fiercely as if he had a rat between his teeth. At first the baby thought it was great sport ; but Mr. Dandy kicked up such a fuss at find- ing something small enough for him to handle as he pleased, that the child grew frightened, and then you may be sure there was trouble. “ The baby cried his loudest, and the more noise he made the wilder Mr. Dandy got, till by the time Mrs. Man came into the room it sounded very much as if the two were having a regular fight. Of course Mrs. Man wasn’t going to have a dog around who could do nothing but frighten the child, and she took the broom to Mr. Dandy in a way that he won’t forget as long as he lives in this world. Dandy Amuses Himself. 52 ftowser Dog's Storp* “ From that day, until Mr. Man gave him away, the toy dog wasn’t allowed to so much as look at the house. Every time the baby caught a glimpse of him he would cry as if in the greatest distress, and Mr. Rover and I shared our bed with the foolish fellow till he was taken away in a basket” “ It seems that you have known a good many foolish dogs in your day,” your Aunt Amy sug- gested, and Mr. Towser replied thoughtfully : u It does look that way, doesn’t it ? And yet when you come to think the matter over, I don’t believe there are as many foolish dogs as boys. Of course I only know those boys who live on this farm and the next ; but they do silly things sometimes, and their silliness is often mixed with cruelty. “ Now I think a boy is silly when he ill-treats an animal who can’t defend itself, for he proves to others that he hasn’t any idea of fair play. He is silly when he robs bird’s nests, for the eggs are of no good to him, while from them would have come more birds to help kill the flies and insects whicli destroy fruit ; a fellow who does such a thing shows that he hasn’t got good sense.” “ But all boys are not cruel,” your Aunt Amy 53 £ow>$er SDog's Storp* interrupted. “ I know of very, very many who are little gentlemen.” u And I know of very many dogs who are all they should be, although, like boys, some try harder than others to show good, sound common sense. Now there’s Mr. Fido Fog, who lives here ; he is foolish because he’s careless. If he would try to study out this thing or that, he wouldn’t give Mr. Man the chance to say he had a soft spot in his head.” WHEN MR FIFO LOST MR MAN’S FINNER “ What has he done that is so very foolish ? ” your Aunt Amy asked, hoping to hear another interesting story. “ Well, I suppose the most silly thing was when he lost Mr. Man’s dinner,” Mr. Towser said after a short pause. “ One day Mr. Fido was sent down to the meadow where the men were making hay, with the master’s dinner nicely wrapped up in a napkin, and he knew that he had no right to loiter on the way. Bat when he was crossing the brook he saw his own shadow in the water, and must needs stop to admire himself, for he has an idea 54 Home r Stag's Stor^ that he is the best looking dog in this neighbor- hood when, as a matter of fact, I can show him a dozen who have more beauty. “ Well, he stood on the bridge saying that a dog like him ought to live in a city, instead of wearing his life out on the farm, when, if he had only known it, dogs or boys are better off out here in the country than they ever could be where there is hardly a tree, and never a blade of grass to be seen. He kept on making such foolish talk to himself, till he forgot all about what he was carrying, and out of his mouth it dropped into the water. “ Now if it had been almost any other dog in such a scrape, he would have understood that he must get the dinner out before everything was soaked with water, and jumped right in after it ; but he stood there trying to think up some way to get it without wetting his feet, until the thought came to him that the bundle would drift down stream after a while. u So he ran to where the water was very shal- low, and waited. Mr. Man didn’t get any dinner that day, and when night came no one had seen anything of Mr. Fido, so everybody believed he had run away with the food. It wasn’t until the t — — J Mr. Fido opened his mouth and dropped Mr. Man’s dinner into the water. Page 54. Towser Dog. bowser Bog's ©tor?* 55 next noon that the foolish dog showed himself, and then he carried down into the hay field the dirtiest kind of a napkin with a lot of mush inside. “ He had been forced to wet his feet after all that time of waiting, for it was necessary to go into the shallow water for the bundle of soaked food, and instead of being praised, as I suppose he thought was his due, Mr. Man gave him a severe flogging, which, as I look at it, was no more than he deserved. A VERY WISE DOG. “We once had a wise dog here,” Mr. Towser continued, shaking his head as if to give the words greater weight. “ He really wasn’t of any use whatever on a farm, and yet he had so much sense that he got the best of everything to eat, while Mr. Man himself thought he was a wonderful creature. “ You see he wasn’t big enough to herd sheep, drive cattle, or watch the buildings at night. What was better, he knew all that as well as we did, so he set about amounting to something, and learned to sit at the table, with a napkin under 56 bowser Dog's Stor^ his chin. If any one put a knife and fork between his toes, he would hold them there ; but when he wanted a mouthful of food, he had to put his nose in the plate as all of us dogs do. “ Whenever com- pany came to the farm, and Mrs. Man had nice things for dinner, this wise dog was taken to the table, and each one gave him some- thing just to see how well he would behave himself. The children want- ed to keep him eating all the time, and, as it was, he lived high until finally he got sick, and from that time wasn’t allowed anything but bread and milk.” “ Which shows he carried his wisdom to such a point that it really became folly,” your Aunt Amy suggested, and Mr. Towser said thoughtfully : “ Yes, I suppose that is what you might call it, The Wise Dog Enjoys Himself. ftowser Slog's Storp. 57 though I hadn’t looked at it before in quite that way.” w Why is it that dogs do not like cats ? ” your Aunt Amy asked when Mr. Towser came to a full pause, as if he had done with story-telling. “ We haven’t anything against those who be- have themselves,” Mr. Towser replied promptly. “ There are some cats who will curl their tails and stick up their backs whenever a dog comes in sight, and that is what no fellow will put up with. Then there are others, like the one Mr. Foolish Dog called on, who’ll scratch you, no matter how well you are behaving, so you feel obliged to give that kind such a lesson as they won’t forget. “ When a cat treats me decently, I do the same by her ; but I don’t propose to have any such animal insult me. I once knew a dog who used to dress up in his very best, and go out walking with a cat ; he even carried an umbrella when the sun shone too brightly, but that was going altogether too far, according to my way of thinking. “ I can tell you of a dog who knows as much as Mr. Man does. His name is Sadly, and he looks like the name all right. He hasn’t much of any body to talk about, being so thin you can almost 58 ftowser S>oa'0 Storp* look through him, and his head is the biggest part of him. “ He lives with a Mr. Man whose name is Screw, and my master says it fits as well as does the dog’s. He never gave the animals on his farm' more than half enough to eat, and made them work twice as hard as was just or reasonable. 59 £oweer Bog's ©tor?* One night, when Mr. Sadly crept into the stable to sleep, Mr. Horse told him of the dreadful life he led with Mr. Screw for a master. He was forced to work all day in the hot sun, with never a moment for rest ; only half fed, and pounded and kicked when he lagged ever so little. 44 4 It’s a shame,’ Mr. Sadly said, 4 and I think it would be a good idea to make him find out just how heavy the wagon is.’ 44 4 How can you do that ? ’ Mr. Horse asked in surprise. 44 4 To-morrow morning, when he lets you out for water, slip off down the road. Hide in the cedar grove, and leave the rest to me,’ Mr. Sadly said, speaking mournfully, for he always talked as sorrowfully as if he’d lost his last friend. 44 Mr. Horse was willing to do whatever Mr. Sadly told him, and next morning he scurried down the road when Mr. Screw wasn’t looking. 44 4 1 wonder where that miserable horse has gone ? ’ Mr. Screw said, when he had looked all around and couldn’t find him. 44 4 He’s sick, and gone down the road to see if he can’t get some medicine,’ Mr. Sadly said. 4 You’ve been working him too hard, and feeding him too easy. It wouldn’t surprise me if he died,’ 60 Gowser Dog's Storp* “ ‘ How do you know anything about it, you brute ? ’ Mr. Screw cried as he tried to kick Mr. Sadly, and came near tumbling into the watering trough. “ 1 1 saw him last night, and he was feeling badly then. Better take the wagon and go after Mr. Screw Learns how Much the Wagon Weighs. him, or you’ll have a dead horse on your hands,’ and Mr. Sadly got behind the barn-door rather than dodge another kick. u ‘Do you know where he is ? ’ Mr. Screw asked, Gowser Bog's £tor\\ 6i looking at the wagon as if wondering how much it weighed. ‘“Yes, I can lead you right to the poor old fellow,’ Mr. Sadly replied quickly. “Well, otf they started, Mr. Sadly trotting on ahead, and Mr. Screw in the shafts, pulling as he never had before, while the sun beat down as if bent on melting both of them. “ ‘ Oh me, oh my, but it’s hot, and this wagon weighs about a ton ! ’ Mr. Screw groaned, and Mr. Sadly said with a grin : “ ‘ Perhaps now you can have some idea of how hard it is on Mr. Horse day after day, with only about half enough to eat.’ w Mr. Screw didn’t have anything to say, and when they came to the cedar grove Mr. Horse stepped out. “ ‘ Are you feeling better by this time ? ’ Mr. Screw asked, mild as a chicken, and Mr. Horse agreed that he felt well enough to go to work again. “ From that day, Mr. Rover says, old Mr. Screw has given the animals on his farm less work and more to put into their stomachs, so you see that one dog did a good deal of good.” 62 bowser Dog's Stor^ WHEN THE WOLF WANTED A PARTNER. “ And so it is with boys as well as dogs,” your Aunt Amy suggested. “ By trying to help each other we store up happiness for ourselves, and the world will be the better because of our having lived in it.” “ Yes, I suppose so,” Mr. Towser said, as if he did not fully understand. “ It doesn’t seem as if we could do very much toward bettering the world, while there are so many in it ready to do anything for the sake of getting all that can be had, as was Mr. Wolf when he wanted to go into partnership with Mr. Mastiff Dog.” “That is a story I have never heard,” your Aunt Amy said, and Mr. Towser appeared to be really pleased because of the opportunity to tell her something new. “ It’s a 4 once upon a time ’ story, but that doesn’t hurt it any,” he began with a grin. “ Mr. Mastiff lived in a big house where he had everything a dog could wish for, and all that Mr. Man asked of him was to take care of the place during the night. One evening, when he was walking around to make sure things were as they should be, Mr, Mr. Wolf asking Mr. Mastiff to take him into partnership. Page 62. Towser Dog. * 63 bowser Bog's Storfh Wolf came sneaking up with his tail between his legs, and said as if he had a right to go where he pleased : 44 4 Good evening, Mr. Mastiff, you are looking sleek and happy as if you had plenty to eat, and but little to do.’ 44 4 That comes very near the fact,’ Mr. Mastiff said, short as pie-crust, for he didn’t have any love for tramps like Mr. Wolf. 44 4 I’ve heard that you had to walk around this place all the night long,’ Mr. Wolf said, and Mr. Mastiff asked : 44 4 Well, what if I do ? I can sleep from sun- rise to sunset if I please, therefore I get plenty of rest.’ 44 4 Aren’t there times in the night when you feel as if you’d like to take a little nap ? ’ Mr. Wolf asked with a grin. 44 4 Well, what if there should be? Mr. Mastiff growled, and Mr. Wolf said, soft as mush : 44 4 1 was thinking that perhaps you might like to have a partner, and then you could do as you pleased, by night as well as day. Now I haven’t got any steady business, and if you say the word we’ll work in company. There is no fellow in the world who has a job so easy but what he’d be 64 bowser 'Dog's Stor^ glad to have it easier, and between the two of us, we can do the watching in such a way that it won’t be any more than play.’ 44 Do you believe the housemaid would be will- ing to feed a wolf ? ’ Mr. Mastiff asked, as if he was really thinking of taking up with the offer. 44 4 She needn’t trouble her head about me,’ Mr. Wolf said with a grin. 4 Give me the run of the place, and I’ll take care of myself.’ 44 4 Which is the same as saying that you’ll steal all you need ! ’ and now Mr. Mastiff began to look angry. 44 4 It won’t really be stealing if I do half the work,’ Mr. Wolf said as he backed off a little. 4 You needn’t complain if a sheep is missing now and then, so long as you can take your ease at any time.’ 44 4 Now look here, Mr. Wolf,’ and Mr. Mastiff showed his teeth. 4 1 am hired here to keep such as you at a proper distance, and if I should take you as a partner, it would not only be cheating Mr. Man, who believes I will do my duty ; but I should myself be turning thief, for he who winks at a wrong is as bad as he who commits it. You shall never have another chance to insult me.’ 44 Then, before Mr. Wolf really knew what was 65 bowser 3>og'$ 5torp, happening, Mr. Mastiff jumped upon him, and next morning the servants found a dead wolf in front of the gate. 44 I’ve noticed that while one doesn’t always suffer at the time for doing wrong, the punishment comes sooner or later, and that much we can depend upon,” Mr. Towser spoke reflectively. 44 Take the case of little Tommy Man, who lives in this very house. He was punished for his wrong-doing, though in a way he least expected.” WHEN TOMMY MAN WAS PUNISHED. 44 How was that ? ” your Aunt Amy asked, and Mr. Towser replied : 44 One day, not so very long ago, Tommy found poor little Jip Dog down in the grove, and, by promising to give him something very nice to eat, coaxed him up to the house. Then, when he had the little fellow where he couldn’t get away, Tommy tied a big, big can to his tail, and threw him out into the road. 44 Of course Jip ran the best he knew how, and the thumping of the can on his sides and against the rocks, made him nearly frantic. It was a hot day; poor Jip’s tongue hung out of his mouth S 66 bowser 3Do q >8 Stor^ covered with froth, and all the people laughed, until some one discovered that the innocent dog had really been driven mad by Tommy’s cruelty. w Then everybody tried to kill him, and after a while they succeeded. Poor Jip was buried by his master, who loved him very dearly, and who wept over his mangled body ; but Tommy thought it was great sport, because anybody who would cry over a dog must be foolish, so he believed. “ That night when Tommy Man went to bed he couldn’t prevent himself from thinking of poor Jip, and when he fell asleep he dreamed that he stood at the end of a long street paved with cobble stones, wondering how far it was to the other end, when he heard a whirring sound, as of wings, behind him, and, looking around, he saw that which made his hair stand on end. “ There, in the air above him, with a ribbon around his neck, and a pair of big wings on his shoulders, was Jip Dog ; his eyes were big and staring, and his mouth was wide open. Tommy, terribly frightened, ran down the street, and as he did so he heard something clattering and banging on the stones behind him. “ Turning his head, he saw that he had a huge tin can tied to him, and although he knew very 67 tlowser IDog’s Storo. well what it was, the thing frightened him ter- ribly. He thought he heard some one yell ‘ Mad boy!’ and a great crowd of people came after him with guns. Tommy Man’s Dream. “ 4 Help ! Somebody help me ! ’ he yelled, run- ning until it seemed as if it was no longer possible to fill his lungs with air, and then he awoke. Of course the dream didn’t really hurt him ; but since then I’ve noticed that Tommy is more kind to us 68 bowser Dog's Stor^ dogs. He has never stepped on my tail since, and Mr. Rover says he is becoming quite a little gentleman. THE INQUISITIVE CAT. “ I guess perhaps I’m talking too much/’ Mr. Towser suddenly said, rising to his feet as if to go ; “ but I would like to tell you a funny story about one of our cats, who got into trouble at Christmas time.” Your Aunt Amy told him she would be only too well contented to listen to any stories he was willing to tell, and he really seemed pleased by the words. “ Mr. Thomas is the most inquisitive cat on this farm,” he began. “ In every other way he is all a cat should be ; but it seems as if he must know everything that is going on, else his heart is broken. On the last Christmas eve he wandered into the dining- room, and saw a small box on the floor, the lid of which was fastened with a hook made of wire. “ 4 My, but that’s a funny looking box ! ’ he said as he walked around it two or three times. Gowset 2 >oq' 6 Stor^ 69 ‘Wonder what’s in it? I’ve been told not to touch things that don’t concern me ; but I’d cer- tainly like to know what it is ! Wonder if there’d be any harm in pushing that hook back just for a minute ? I really believe I shall die if I don’t see what’s inside.’ “ Of course, after all that, it was a sure thing he’d stick his nose in where it didn’t belong, and he began scratching at the wire. “ ‘ It must be a Christmas present for Tommy, or the baby, and if I see it first there can’t be any harm done.’ “ Then he contrived to push the hook, and fizz ! squeak ! slap ! bang ! up flew the cover, and out of the box came the worst looking fellow you ever saw. “ ‘ What do you mean, you villain ? ’ the horrible old fellow cried, and Mr. Thomas moaned, as he backed tremblingly into the fireplace : “ ‘ Oh, this is so sudden ! ’ “ ‘ I should say it was,’ the thing in the box shrieked. ‘I had just settled down for the night, hoping to have some rest before those children got hold of me to-morrow, and here you come meddling. Now we are in a pretty mess, for I can’t get inside without help,’ 70 bowser Dog's Stor^ 44 4 What shall I do ? ’ Mr. Thomas asked in a tremulous voice. u 4 Put me back, of course, you stupid ! ’ 44 4 But I can’t do it ! ’ Mr. Thomas wailed. 44 4 That’s just it,’ the horrible old fellow cried in a rage. 4 You’re just as bad as a boy ! Why don’t you bear in mind that you can’t undo what’s been done, and look about you before meddling with what you don’t really understand \ 1 ftoweer ©00'$ Qtovy. n “ Mr. Thomas afterward told Mr. Rover that he didn’t stop to hear any more ; he was so frightened that he ran out of the room as fast as ever he could, and that dreadful thing in the box was still talking when he left. A LESSON ON GLUTTONY AND MEDDLING. “ Miss Spaniel has written some nonsense verses about the danger of meddling with what you don’t understand, and I believe it will do you good to hear them, even though they are ridiculous.” “ Oh, Clarence dear,” cried Mrs. Rat, “ What have you found to eat ? I’m sure it must be something nice, And know it must be sweet.” But Mr. Rat just gruffly said, “ You’re right, it can’t be beat,” And never offered Mrs. Rat A mouthful of the treat. He ate away the livelong day, And far into the night, His better half she wept and pleaded For just a little bite. But Mr. Rat ate on until The bag was empty quite. Dowser Dog’s 5tor$ Now comes the sequel, and I think It really serves him right. The next day he commenced to grow, And got both tall and fat. By noon he was the size of any ordinary cat. At dinner time poor Clarence lay Quite sick upon the mat, His size more like an elephant Than that of any rat. Now sweet, forgiving Mrs. Rat, So worried did she feel, She sought the paper bag from which He ate his hearty meal. 73 bowser Dog’s £tort>. “ The Magic Fertilizer,” she Saw printed on the seal, And put her little brain to work With courage and with zeal. She found a bag of alum and A lot she did apply, And soon was well rewarded, for While watching, by and by She saw him shrink to normal size, And, with a little sigh, She gently murmured in his ear, “ I’m glad you didn’t die.” “ That poetry doesn’t please me as well as the other verses which you have recited,” your Aunt Amy said, and Mr. Towser replied quickly : “ I didn’t suppose they would ; but old Mr. Turtle claimed that Miss Spaniel couldn’t come up to that miserable Mr. Crow on writing nonsense verses, and so she did those to show how badly it was possible for her to do.” Mr. Towser ceased speaking very suddenly, for at that moment one of the servants came from the kitchen with a smoking hot, roasted turkey, on her way to the dining-room, and he said as he licked his chops greedily : “ I’d like to stay here with you ever so long ; 74 Gowser Bog's Stor^ blit Sarah Jane has cooked Mr. Gobbler, and there will be lots of bones for the fellow who is in the kitchen when the plates are brought out.” “ What about all those stories o n gluttony which you have been telling me, Mr. Towser?” your Aunt Amy asked just a trifle sharply, and he re- plied sheepishly : “ Well, somehow I seem to forget turkey for dinner, because the bones are not so very large but that a fellow can chew up a good many in a few minutes, and if I’m not in the kitchen at the right time, Mr. Rover will get all that is to be given away.” Then, with a farewell wag of the tail, Mr. Tow- ser went toward the kitchen, and it seemed only natural that your Aunt Amy should go into the dining-room to get her share of the turkey. 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