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Group Title: Altemus' Young People's Library
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Title: "Vic" the autobiography of a fox-terrier
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Language: English
Creator: Marsh, Marie Louise More
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Place of Publication: Philadelphia
Publication Date: 1892
Subject: Dogs -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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SWAS born in an empty room at the back
of a saloon. Almost the first thing that
I can distinctly recollect is the sharp pain of
a knife cutting through my tail, and a man's
voice saying:
Dere, now, dey bees docked in de most
approved style. And say, Mack, I'll take
my pay for de job in drinks see ? "
I did not have my eyes open then, and
I could not see the man who spoke, but I
shall always remember his harsh voice and
the brutal laugh which he gave when I
squealed out with the pain.
We were a large family of pups,- seven
in all,- and mother was very proud of us.
Our master was kind, and he gave us fresh



SWAS born in an empty room at the back
of a saloon. Almost the first thing that
I can distinctly recollect is the sharp pain of
a knife cutting through my tail, and a man's
voice saying:
Dere, now, dey bees docked in de most
approved style. And say, Mack, I'll take
my pay for de job in drinks see ? "
I did not have my eyes open then, and
I could not see the man who spoke, but I
shall always remember his harsh voice and
the brutal laugh which he gave when I
squealed out with the pain.
We were a large family of pups,- seven
in all,- and mother was very proud of us.
Our master was kind, and he gave us fresh

8 "bic ": 'In lutobiograpl)I.

straw twice each day, and saw that we were
well fed and comfortable; and, although I
have since learned that it was his business to
make brutes of men, I can vouch for the fact
that he knew how to treat animals well.
I remember when I first opened my eyes.
The room in which we were looked very
large, and I was afraid and hung close to
mother until I had become quite used to it.
Soon, however, I became very bold and
would run about, even to the farthest corner;
but the least strange sound would make me
scamper back in a hurry, I can tell you.
I was the least shy and timid, and the rest
of the puppies followed in my lead. Pooh,"
I would say, "look at me!" And I would
run boldly out into the room and bark in my
shrill puppy voice ; and one by one the
others would join me; then we would run
back to mother, pell-mell, as though we were
frightened at the sound of our own voices.
Once, in playing about among the lumber

"bi c": %tn Autobiograiplg. 9

in the room, we upset a window-screen
which -had been placed on end against the
wall. I never shall forget how terrified we
were. We all hid under a box, fearing even
to look out, and it was some time before we
dared to run across to where mother was.
Our hearts were beating at a frightful rate,
and we rushed helter-skelter, without any
idea except to get away from the thing which
terrified us. Some of us ran into chairs and
against the wall in our mad haste ; and
mother laughed and called us foolish and
timid; and, although she explained that there
was nothing to be afraid of, we avoided that
part of the room for several days.
I was larger than the rest, and very strong
for my age. Mother said that I was a won-
derfully forward puppy, and she seemed to
depend upon me more than upon the others.
One of my brothers was a weak, puny little
fellow. He was the smallest of all and the
most easily frightened. He was my favorite,

10 "bJir ": An 2 ntobiograpgl.

and I took almost as much care of him as
mother did. When the others played too
roughly, he used to run to me, for he could
not stand it to be tumbled about like the rest.
He did not grow fat and strong as the rest
of us did, and master used to give him
extra food, fearing that he did not get suffi-
cient nourishment.
One day our master came into the room,
bringing some men with him. We looked very
sleek and fat,--all except the one little fellow,
-and master seemed proud to show us.
We had become used to having men about
by this time; so we were not shy, and we ran
about under their feet and nipped at the bot-
tom of master's trouser-legs with our sharp
little teeth.
Master called the men "'boys." They
were all large like master, and, except one,
they had gray hair and were of middle age.
This one had black hair and a black mustache
and red cheeks; his voice was very kind, and

when he stooped down and said: "Come,
little fellows," we all ran to him, even sick,
timid little brother, who had nestled close to
mother until he spoke.
The young man patted us and spoke
kindly to us, and then he took me up and
looked me over. "She's the best of the
whole lot," he said; and the other men
crowded around him while he explained to
them my good points. He said that my ears
were set just right and that my jaw was
strong and my shoulders and front legs were
superb. Then he praised my feet, and said
that I had a capital coat, and that he liked
my marking better than that of the others.
Then he set me down and said to my
master: I'll take this one, Mack, when
she's old enough to take away." I noticed
that when he said this, mother put her tail
between her legs and slunk away behind a
barrel; but I did not understand what it all
meant then, and, besides, I was so pleased at

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12 "bic": Ain Atobiograplr.

being praised that I could think of little
The men talked more about us then, and they
all said that they liked the breed; and one
man, with a purple face and a white mus-
tache, and bold, staring eyes, laughed and
said to the young man: "How'd you come
to pick the one with black markings, Jim?
We thought you liked strawberry blondes."
The men laughed at this, for, you see, we
were all white, and I had black and tan mark-
ings upon my head, while some of the rest
were marked with orange or chestnut.
The man whom they called Jim smiled a
little, but he made no reply. He was lean-
ing down to look at my sick brother, and I
saw that his cheeks were redder than before.
He took up the poor, thin little fellow, anc
held him very tenderly.
Mack," said he, this pup needs a tonic
You ought to give him a little quinine an(

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"Yes," answered my master, "I've been
watching him. I'll fix him up a dose that
will set him up all right." And then they
all went out.
After they left I went to look for mother.
She was still hidden behind the barrel, and
when we playfully jumped about and bit her
legs, she hardly noticed us. We tried to get
her to pay us some attention, but when she
came out at last she went over to our corner
and lay down, and was so sad and still that
we were half afraid, and we were sobered in
an instant.
I lay down close beside her and licked her
face and paws, and she drew a long, quiver-
ing breath like a sigh, and laid her head across
my neck. Then she told me that it meant
that when I was a little older I would be
taken away from her and sent out into the
world. I only half understood what she told
me, and I was sad more because I saw that
she was grieved than from any feeling of my

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own, for it all seemed so far off and so
I asked mother what the men had meant
when they spoke of our breed, and she said:
"Why, you silly, little thing, didn't you
know that you were a Fox Terrier and one of
the best-bred dogs in the country ?" After
that I felt very proud, and can you wonder
that I held my head a little higher for know-
ing that I was a thoroughbred ?
My puny little brother did not gain in
strength, and he shivered and whined all the
time; so soon our master brought some hot,
dark stuff in a tumbler and made him drink
it all. It was very strong and had an
unpleasant smell, and mother said that it was
The poor little fellow strangled and
choked over it and cried because it burned
his throat. I said that it was cruel of
master, but mother said that he did not
mean it unkindly, only he was so used to

seeing men gulp down the bitter stuff that
it did not occur to him that it was strong
medicine for a puppy.
After master went away, brother moaned
with pain and cried that he was burning
inside. He rolled from side to side in his
agony, while mother and I licked him and
tried to soothe his pain. After a time he
stopped crying and lay quite still. I was
glad because I thought that he would soon
be well; but mother shook her head. Soon
he stretched out his little legs and grew very
stiff and cold, and then mother said that he
was dead.
The rest of the puppies were frightened,
and ran and huddled in a corner; but mother
and I stayed near him, and I tried to warm
his cold body by lying close to him. When
master came back to find how the medicine
was doing its work, he seemed surprised to
find that my brother was dead. He carried
him away then, and we never saw him again.

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16 "bit ": 10n ntobiograpljg.

My other brothers and sisters were still
afraid, and they would only come and sniff
about the straw where our brother had lain,
then they would run and hide. It was only
after master had brought fresh, new bedding
that mother could coax them into our corner
at all. All this seemed heartless to me, but
mother told me that it was natural for ani-
mals to fly from those of their kind which
are diseased or dead, and that only a few can
overcome this natural instinct of fear.
Mother grieved over our brother's death,
and grew thin and ill herself, but master did
not try any of his own medicine upon her.
He sent for a veterinary surgeon, a kind
man, who understood her case exactly, and
who gave her just the drugs which she
needed, and she began to mend at once.
One day the young man who mother said
was to be my master came again to see me.
He petted me and spoke gently to me, and
I-loved him from the first. Mother said that

"Ibic": n ltttobiograp4l 17

she felt better about my leaving her, since I
was to live with him, for she could see that he
was kind and would treat me well. He came
quite frequently after this, and sometimes he
brought his friends, that he might show me-
off to them. He seemed proud because I
knew him and would run to him when he
called my name ; for he had told master that
1 was to be called "Vic."
He brought a lady to see me once-a tall
blonde lady with blue eyes and reddish hair,
just the color of my sister's ears. The lady
did not come in, but sat in a carriage a few
doors off, and my new master carried me out
to her. My master said that this lady was
to be my mistress, and he whispered in my
ear that I must love her very much, because
he loved her better than his own life, and
that in a few months he was to marry her,
and then we three were to live together, and
to be very, very happy.
All this he whispered as he held me close

18 "Fbic": an antobiograpIj.

up to his cheek on our way to the carriage.
And I wagged my tail and licked his ear,
which meant that I would try to do just what
he wished.
But when I saw her who was to be my
mistress, I felt that, although she was very
beautiful, yet, somehow, it would be hard to
love her. I could see at once that she dis-
liked dogs, for she said, when she saw us:
" Oh, Jim, how can you endure having that
horrid beast so close to your face ?"
When master held me up for her to see, she
said that I was an ugly little brute, and that
I looked for all the world like a guinea-pig.
Master laughed at this, although it did not
seem at all funny to me, and he said: Look
at her tail. It's docked, you know. I'm not
just sure that I like it so, but fashion
decrees it."
And the lady said: "Why, do you know,
that's the only thing that I like about the
creature. That looks so stylish."

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Then master stroked my head softly
and said, "I think that her eyes are her
chief charm-they look so true."
When I told mother what the lady had
said, she sighed, and said that she feared that
my master would suffer through her.
If I say but little about my brothers and
sisters, it is not because I was not fond of
them, but because there is little to tell that
would be of interest here. We were a
healthy, happy lot of pups, and we played,
frolicked and slept after the manner of all
pups the world over. Each had his own char-
acteristics, and doubtless each could tell a
story as varied and interesting as my own;
but alas never since the day I left them
have I heard any news of one of them.
It was a mild day when my new master
came to take me away. I had heard my old
master tell the bar-tender that we were now
old enough to leave mother. The other
pups had been sold, all except one, which

20 "bir": %n %ntobiigrapti.

was to be left with mother, but none of the
owners had sent for them yet, and we were
still an unbroken family.
I had hoped that I might be taken first, for
it seemed that I could not bear to see the
others go, one by one. One day I heard a
voice call to the boy who ran errands about
the place. Go fetch Jim's pup. You know
which it is -the white one with black ears."
I knew then that my time had come.
Mother hid herself again behind the bar-
rel, and would not be coaxed out, and my
own heart was very heavy. I trembled
with excitement, and I ran and tried to
crowd in beside mother; but when I heard
my master's voice call out, "No, Mack,
never mind; I'll get her myself," I turned
and ran to him instead.
He took me in his arms and patted me,
and then he stooped down and stroked
mother's back, reaching behind the barrel
to get at her,

"Poor little mother! it is hard to let
them go, isn't it?" he whispered, softly.
I know that mother heard, for she turned
and licked his hand, although she would
not come out from the dark corner; and,
when'she whined mournfully, I looked into
my master's eyes, and saw that there were
tears there.
I had been too frightened to notice it
before, but now I saw that my master was
thin, and that his cheeks were no longer
red, but pale, and that the happy, joyous
light had gone from his eyes.
He slipped me into the pocket of his
great-coat, and gave mother another sym-
pathetic pat, and then we went away from
the big empty room forever.

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T was in a large office that master fished
me out of his pocket and set me, half
dead with fright, down upon a desk. There
were several men writing at other desks
about the room, and they all looked up and
greeted my master, and the most of them
left their places and came to look at me. I
was far too badly frightened to stand, and I
sank down in a pitiful little heap. When the
men went back to their work I mustered up
courage to look at the man to whom my
master was talking in low tones.
He was a young man with a kind, pleasant
face and near-sighted gray eyes. His clothes
were not fine like my master's, but were
worn and shiny at the seams. Although he

"bic ": %n Antobiograpljg. 23

was not handsome like Jim, his was a good
face, and one that you could trust.
As I looked from one face to the other and
listened to the low hum of their voices, I be-
gan to pay attention to what they were say-
ing, and to my great surprise I learned that
I was not to go home with Jim, after all, but
that the pleasant-faced stranger was to be
my master instead.
I could not help a pang of regret, for I
had loved Jim dearly from my first remem-
brance, and this kind-looking, gray-eyed man
could not take his place in my heart at once.
Soon their conversation was ended. Well,
old fellow, good-by. Take good care of
Vic. I'll run out and see how she gets on
once in a while," said Jim. Then he
leaned down and gave me a little squeeze,
and I licked his wrist, and that was our
good-by, for I never saw Jim again.
After Jim went out my master fixed a soft
little nest for me in the waste-basket under

his desk. Occasionally he reached his long,
bony hand down and stroked my head as he
wrote; and after a time I poked my nose
between his fingers to show that I appre-
ciated his friendliness.
Then I fell into a doze from weariness, and
I slept for some time, when I was awakened
by the words, Jim's looking mighty bad."
My master responded: Yes, he's awfully cut
up. She threw him over at the last minute,
you know." So she did the others. He'll
get over it," said the other voice ; but mas-
ter replied: "I don't know. Jim isn't like
the most of men. That sort of thing means
more to him." Then I knew that they were
talking of the beautiful blonde lady, and I
understood why I was to have another
It was evident that I was expected at my
new home, for when my master unlocked the
lower hall door of the flat where he lived, a
sweet voice called down: Did you bring

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"bi ": 2n AutobiograptI. 25

it, dear ? And when master replied that he
had "it in his overcoat pocket, I knew that
they were speaking of me.
Master ran up-stairs, two steps at a time,
and caught a little brown-haired woman in
his arms with a kiss, saying: Well, wife,
I have brought you something to keep you
company all day." Then he took me out
of his pocket, and put me down on the
hearth-rug, telling her not to pay me much
attention until I got a little used to things,
because I was very shy and timid.
The little lady sat down beside me, and
said : "Poor little doggy, don't be afraid,"
in a soft, low voice, and I got up and went
over to her and climbed into her lap, for I
wished her to see that I really was not so
timid as my master had thought.
In a few days I was quite at home in my
new quarters, and ran from room to room
without fear.
My mistress kept no servant, but did all

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except the heavy work herself, and master
used to help her when he came home at
night. They were very happy, and used to
sing at their work, and they laughed and
joked a great deal about their poverty, as
they called it.
Although they were not very poor, I knew
they were far from being rich, and they used
to speak often of a debt, for the payment of
which they were saving all that they could
of master's salary. Master's name was
John, and my mistress was named Dorothy,
but he called her Dolly.
Sometimes, when she looked at his shabby
coat or his threadbare trousers, Dolly would
give a little sigh, and say: "Oh, my poor
Cheap John!" And he would laugh and
catch her up in his arms, and say that he
didn't mind being poor or shabby, only for
her sake. And then they would kiss each
other, and, somehow, I always loved them
better than ever when they talked like that.

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I used to be very proud to go out with my
mistress, and they all said that it was quite
wonderful to see how quickly I learned to
follow. But really I couldn't help following
Dolly, for she was so sweet and good that I
liked to be near her all the time. She used
to take me with her when she went to
market and upon errands that were not far
from home, and I kept close at her heels all
of the time. I got so that I soon knew all
the tradespeople about, and the butcher used
to throw me a bone each morning in a very
friendly way.
One day I was trotting along behind my
mistress, when she met a lady of her ac-
quaintance and stopped to speak to her.
They chatted for a long time, and I waited
patiently for them to finish. The streets
were somewhat crowded, and I got pushed
about by the people who passed. Some-
times I was jostled in one direction and
sometimes in another, until at last I found

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myself at a corner. Looking up the street, I
saw a strange animal with glaring green
eyes, and fur that stood erect on his back,
advancing toward me. Of course I knew
that it was a cat, for I had seen cats from
the windows ; but I had never been near to
one before, and I felt some curiosity to see
what they were really like. So I ventured a
step nearer, when, p-s-s-s-t! the thing sprang
at me.
I dodged just in time, and the creature
went over my head; but I turned in a flash,
and before he had time to spring again I had
him by the back of the neck. He twisted him-
self about and buried his fore-claws in my
head, while with his hind-claws he kicked and
scratched me. We rolled over and over, bit-
ing and scratching each other wherever we
could, until I was forced to let go for an instant
for breath. The smart of my wounds filled
me with fresh zeal, and in an instant I was at
him again and caught him this time squarely

on the back. I shook him furiously until he
ceased to struggle and dropped limp from
my jaws. Then a voice yelled out, Bully
for de tarrier! Ain't she gamey, dough?
Youse catch her an' hold 'er while I gets
anoder cat." I only stopped long enough to
discover two small boys clambering over the
high board fence, back of the corner grocery,
and then I ran as fast as my legs could carry
me, I knew not whither.
My only object was to get away from the
boys; so I ran around a corner and into an
alley, then across a vacant lot and into
another street before I realized that one eye
was swollen shut and that my face and ears
were scratched and bleeding; then--worse
than all I knew that I was lost.
One foot had been bitten and was too sore
to step upon, and I was wet and dirty from
rolling in the mud. When I limped up to a
puddle of water to drink, I was sickened at
the reflection which met my eyes, and I

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30 "bir": an antobiograpln.

doubted if my mistress would know me if
she should see me.
Tired and lame, I wandered about, up one
street and down another, following some of
the passers-by and running from others, until
it was quite dusk; then I sank, exhausted,
upon the sidewalk, believing that I must die

T must have been in an unfrequented street
that I dropped down, for I lay for some
time without seeing a person pass; then I
heard a slow, ambling tread, and I tried to
drag myself out of the way of an old woman
with a huge milk-can in her hand. I could not
stir, but I cried out with pain from the effort
which I made, and the woman stopped and
set her can down and carefully lifted me up.
" It'll kape the bye company," she said, half-
aloud, as she took up the can and trudged
It was nice and warm under her shawl, and
she held me very tenderly ; but I could feel
that her hands were hard and knotted, not
soft and smooth like Dolly's.
When she came to a little shanty in an
unpaved street she stopped, and set the can

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down once more while she fumbled at the
door. There was a noise within of a wooden
bar moving, and a shrill little voice piped out,
" The dure's unlocked. Youse can walk in."
And in we went.
It was a tiny little room which we entered,
and there was another smaller one off from
that, and a loft up above. There was not
much furniture ; a cupboard, a stove, a table,
two chairs, and a narrow little cot in the front
room, and a bed in the little room beyond.
This much I saw with one glance, and then
my whole attention was turned to the cot, for
there, bolstered by pillows and rolled-up
quilts, lay a little lad of about twelve years of
age. His white little face was drawn with
pain, and there was an ugly lump between
his shoulders.
Overhead, and within reach of his hand,
there hung from the ceiling a rope, which
was attached to a clever device for raising
and lowering a wooden bar which fastened

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the outer door at the other side of the room.
It was the rattling of this bar which we had
heard when he bade us enter.
"See, Dinny, love, the poor suffering' baste
I've brought to yez this time. He sat mopin'
on the sidewalk, an' I most destroyed him
wid my big fate, an' him niver complaining' a
wurrud. So I fetched him along wid me, an'
youse can docther him up a bit."
"Oh, Granny, see the leg of him! He
bees terrible hurted ; mebby the leg do be
broke." Then, with great care, the boy felt of
my lame leg, discovering with joy that the
injury was not so serious as he had feared.
" Wese will have him around in no time,
Granny; an' let's call him Toby," he piped
out; and the old womar laughed and said
that would be a fine name.
Dinny washed my bruises with warm
water, and his grandmother poured out a
cup of milk and held it while I drank ; then

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she laid me down on a pile of rags, and I
slept until the next morning.
When I awoke I.could not think, for a
moment, where I was, but when I remem-
bered the events of the day before, I knew,
and I felt ashamed and sorry. I wondered
if I ever should see my dear master and
mistress again. I knew that I did not
deserve to.
My new friends were very kind to me.
During the day the old woman used to go
out to scrub or clean house, and each morn-
ing and evening she carried milk to her
customers. While she was gone I stayed
with the sick boy. Dinny was very fond of
me, and he taught me to sit up and to roll
over, and many other tricks which are really
very easily done when one knows how; but
at first I could not understand what he
wished me to do, for nobody had ever made
me do anything like that before.
He was very patient with me, though, and

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never scolded or struck me when I did the
wrong thing; and soon I could walk about
upon my hind feet, "quite as proud as a
policeman," as Granny said.
One day a doctor came to see Dinny.
He was a stranger, but a friend of his had
told him about the little lad, and he came to
see if there was not some way of making
him more comfortable. He examined the
poor crooked shoulders and listened to the
fluttering little heart, and then he said that
while he could not promise to make Dinny
straight and tall, he could, by sending him to
a hospital for a time, make him so well and
strong that he could do something to help
himself and not be a burden upon his grand-
mother. And when the doctor told him this
the boy cried from pure joy.
Upon the very day of Dinny's wonderful
good news a happy thing happened to me,
for as I stood at the window looking out I
saw my mistress pass the house. I

36 "bir": tln ntaobiograpbp.

scratched at the window and barked so
loudly that she looked up and recognized
me at once. She ran up the walk and
knocked, and Dinny pulled up the bar and
opened the door; but she caught me up in
her arms and gave me a hug before she
came into the house at all.
She explained her errand, and Dinny told
her how his grandmother had found me, half-
dead, in the street, and had brought me
home under her shawl. Then my mistress
told Dinny how much she had missed me,
and what a relief it was to find me safe; for
she had feared that I had met with rough
usage somewhere. And all this time I stood
with my ears and tail drooping, because I
remembered how foolishly I had acted. But
my mistress spoke no word of blame; and
now that I think of it, I don't believe that
she ever knew a thing about that cat, for
there was nobody looking at us except the
two small boys behind the fence.

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And in a few moments Dinny told my mis-
tress of his good news, for the doctor had
just gone, and his heart was full. And,
laughing and crying all at once, he told her,
in his shrill little voice, how he was going to
be strong and well pretty soon, and then he
would go out to work while his grandmother
would have nothing to do but stay at home
and keep house for him. My mistress lis-
tened earnestly to the little lad's story, and
she laughed with him for the joy of it; but
even as she smiled, I saw that there were
tears in her beautiful eyes, and when we
went away she kissed Dinny's forehead and
then held me up so that he might give me a
farewell squeeze.
I felt not a little sad at the thought of
leaving Dinny and his grandmother, for they
had become dear to me; but it was hard to
be called Toby, and to be always spoken of
as "him," and I was glad to hear my own
name again.

Dolly carried me in her arms all the way
home, although I had got to be quite a
large dog by that time, and was no small
load for her ; but she seemed afraid to trust
me to run along beside her, after my last
It was nearly dark when we got home, but
I ran all through the rooms before the gas was
lit, sniffing about the familiar chairs and rugs,
and even remembering to hunt up a beautiful
smooth, clean bone which I had hidden
weeks before behind the cushions of the
lounge. I dug it out while Dolly was busy
getting supper, and she gave a little squeal
of surprise when I carried it out into the
kitchen to gnaw.
Before it was time for master to come
Dolly shut me in a closet, that he might not
see me at first, for she wanted to surprise
him. But when he came and opened the
closet door to get his slippers I surprised

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them both, for I walked out on my hind feet,
just as Dinny had taught me to do.
This trick delighted them, and they gave
me lumps of sugar and made me do it over
and again ; and finally they called the lady
in the next flat to come and see what I had
learned to do. When she came in, I not
only walked, but sat up and rolled over as
well. My mistress said that Dinny must
have taught me. And then she told them the
story of the poor little Irish boy, while I
munched lumps of sugar and thought what a
wonderful dog I had become.


ICOULD see that things had been going
pretty well with them during my absence,
for there were two new chairs in the dining-
room and a lot of new books. It was a stand-
ing joke between them that, whenever there
was any money to spend, Dolly bought chairs
and John bought books. They used to laugh
and say that it would be the happiest moment
of Dolly's life when she could set the table
for a company of ten without having to bring
out the parlor and bed-room chairs.
Soon things settled down into the old ways,
and I was trusted to go about with Dolly just
as I had done before. The butcher had not
forgotten me, and my old friends greeted me
with kind words, and Dolly was congratulated
on getting me back, while really it was I to
whom congratulations were due.

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One night John came home looking very
sad, and when he kissed Dolly he said:
"Well, dear, poor Jim's gone." Then they
both cried a little, and I knew that Jim was
My mistress was very much excited as they
talked of his death. She said: They may
call it a fever if they like, John, but that man
died of a broken heart." And my master
said: Yes, Dolly, I believe he did." Then
I swallowed hard and winked fast, and Dolly
said, "Look, dear, Vic is crying too ;" and
my master laughed and said, What non-
sense "
Something happened soon after this that
made us all very unhappy. I could not quite
understand about it myself, although they
spoke of it very freely. It was some matter
of business in which my master, through no
fault of his own, lost the money which he had
been trying to save and it put them in a very
hard place.

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Master worried over it, and Dolly used to
laugh at him and kiss the frown away from
his forehead, and call him her dear old
Cheap John ; but when he was away she
used often to cry, herself, and I knew that
she was quite as anxious as John was, only
she joked and put a merry face upon the
After a time master fell ill from the nerv-
ous strain and worry about his loss, and, as
weeks passed, he did not seem to gain in
health or strength. After awhile the new
chairs, and soon some of the older furniture
too, disappeared. I never knew where they
went, only I saw Dolly go and hide behind
the kitchen door after the man took them
away, and she sobbed like a baby. But
when John called her, in his weak voice, she
dried her eyes quickly and went into the
room laughing and with a funny joke on her
You see, there was the doctor to be paid

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and the medicines to be bought, and I could
see that my poor mistress was beside herself
with anxiety. Some nights I was hungry
when I went to bed, but I didn't mind that
for myself, only I knew that when I was
hungry, poor tired Dolly was hungry too,
for she always divided her supper with me.
The men who worked in the same office
with my master were very kind, but they
were all poor themselves, and rents and
provisions were very high that winter.
One day a queer man came to see my
master. He was a round, roly-poly man,
with fat cheeks and merry, twinkling eyes,
and a nose so round that his glasses kept
falling off. He had a loud voice, too, ana
talked a great deal. I heard my master call
him Mr. Doyd, and then I remembered that
I had heard them 'tell many funny things
about him, and that they used to laugh
whenever his name was mentioned.
He was what my master called "sporty."

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He wore trousers of a large plaid, and a red
necktie, and he talked a great deal about
horses and dogs. I knew then that he was
the man whom Dolly had laughed about
once because he had called his twin babies
"litter sisters," and said that their muzzles
were too short for beauty."
I could see that Mr. Doyd had come upon
some business errand. He asked John just
exactly how things stood with them, and
John looked pleadingly at his wife. Dolly
couldn't even muster up a smile this time,
but got up and went out of the room, and
I followed after her.
I think that my master must have told Mr.
Doyd that things were about as bad as they
could be, for when we went back he was
saying "Tut! tut!" in a husky voice, and
wiping his glasses as 'hard as he could.
When he caught sight of me he made a grab
at me, saying, Hello where'd ye get this?"
and he turned me around and looked at me

critically. Then there was some talk about
a bench-show, and the puppy-class, and the
all-age stake, and a lot of stuff which was
new to me, and meant nothing at all.
After Mr. Doyd left, master called me to
him and put his thin hands upon my head
and looked straight into my eyes. Vic,
old girl, it seems like betraying a friend, but
we've got to sell you," he said; then he
broke down completely and cried and put his
arm about my neck and patted my head as
he held me close up against his cheek.
Mr. Doyd came the next day and took
me away. Dolly ran and hid when she
heard him coming, and I couldn't help think-
ing of how mother had hid when Jim came
to take me from her. Dolly did not need to
say good-by to me, for she had held me in her
arms and cried over me half the night, and
I had put my nose into her hand and wagged
my tail slowly and tried to make her see that
I understood.

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T was a great, cold, bare-looking building
to which Mr. Doyd took me, and there
were more dogs in it than I had supposed
that there were in the whole world. But,
then, I had limited ideas, or I would have
known that fifteen hundred dogs was but a
small proportion of the canine population of
the earth.
There were dogs of all sizes, ages and
breeds, each in his little square pen, or stall,
and the benches were placed in long rows
throughout the entire length of the building.
Soon a man put me into one of the pens, and
tacked a card upon it. The card showed that
I, Vic, had been formally entered in the
Puppy Class of Smooth-coated Fox-Terriers,
in the Third Annual Dog Show held by the
Disgruntled Kennel Club of the Northwest,

and that my number was 36. And below
that were these ominous words: For Sale."
The straw of my bed was fresh and clean,
but it was not like my cushion by Dolly's
chair, and I could not turn about without
getting tangled up in my chain. The aisles
were very dirty, and, as many of the ladies
who came to see us wore long, trailing
dresses which swept along after them, the
dust was kept stirring constantly, and it filled
the air with a dense cloud which irritated
our noses and throats and made our eyes
Occasionally a man would walk about and
sprinkle the floor with some disinfectant,
which was used so plentifully that it ran in
black rivulets or stood in inky puddles in the
hollows of the boards. The ladies who
passed through the aisles at these times had
to hold up their gowns and pick their way
about very carefully, as they would do upon
a muddy street-crossing.

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48 "biic": a n 'utobiogropIg.

The attendants were kind enough, but I
missed the touch of my master's thin hand
and the sound of my mistress' sweet voice.
The food was good, and there was enough
of it, but I was too homesick to eat, and the
barking of the dogs made my head confused
and dizzy.
It was all so strange and exciting that I
did not realize how tired I was until the visit-
ors had gone and the place was shut up for
the night. Then I would have slept if I could,
but the light and noise were so unusual that
even my fatigue did not bring slumber to my
Some of the dogs slept as calmly as though
they were at home, while others were bark-
ing and yelping almost continually. At times
there would be a lull for a few moments, then
some poor, frightened dog would howl dis-
mally and tug at his chain, and that would
start the clamor once more.
Across the aisle from where we fox-ter-

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riers were benched, were the Dachshunde,
queer-shaped little creatures, with long bodies
and bow-legs and sad-looking faces, framed
by great, drooping ears. I had excellent eye-
sight, and when I found sleep out of the
question I interested myself by trying to
make out some of the names upon the stalls
opposite me. The one directly across was a
funny Dutch name. I spelled it over three
times before I could make anything of it. It
was "Mevrou," and it belonged to a sad-
-faced little chocolate-and-tan foreigner, who
looked very lonesome and homesick and quite
as though she were going to cry.
I looked very steadily at her, for I wished
to make her look at me. At last she did so,
with such a pleading, sorrowful look in her
eyes that I forgot my own loneliness in my
pity for her. I thought that it might amuse
her to see me sit up; so I did that, and then I
rolled over, but I got entangled in my chain
and nearly strangled myself. And just then

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an attendant, who was patrolling the build-
ing, came by, and he straightened me out
and hit me with a -stick, and told me to lie
still, in a very stern, cross manner. I was al-
most afraid to move after that; but when I
looked across the aisle again, the little Dachs-
hund wagged her tail and seemed to know
that I had meant well by my performance.
The stall next to mine upon the right was
vacant, but the dog upon my left was a very
nice, friendly sort of fellow, and extremely
talkative, so that I learned from him a great
many things which I never would have found
out by myself.
He had been at this same show the year
before, and he pointed out the judges, whom
he recognized by their badges, and some of
the prize-winners of the last year.
He was not homesick, and did not feel at
all nervous, because he had grown used to
that sort of thing. His master had shown
him at every bench-show in the country for

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three years, and always with the same results
-each verdict called forth an abusive letter
to the judges, and one of complaint to some
sporting journal.
He told me that it was all foolishness for
his master to expect to win a prize with him,
because, although his pedigree was faultless,
and he had some good points, still he was
far too short in head, and very leggy, and
bad behind.
Indeed, my friend found more than a little
fault with his master for bringing him there
and subjecting him to all the discomforts of
the place, as well as the mortification of
being severely criticised by the judges and
beaten by most of the dogs in his class. He
belonged to another class of terriers than-
mine, and was a wire-haired dog, so we were
not taken out to be judged together, as I
had hoped that we would be.
I was badly frightened when I found my-
self in a large inclosed space with a few-

52 lic": tn Antobiograiplg.

other dogs; for our class was small that
year. The men who decided upon our mer-
its were kind and gentle with us; and when
the set of my ears and my straight forelegs
found favor in their eyes, I thought of how
Jim had praised my points to his friend.
And then my thoughts wandered to poor,
sick John and anxious little Dolly. I think
I must have shown my sadness, for one of
the judges patted my head and said:
"Brace up, old girl! And I did brace
up, and carried my tail straight up, and
pricked up my ears; and in a few minutes
I was taken back to my stall, and a man
came and tied a blue ribbon to my collar.
Then my neighbor told me that I was a dog
whose acquaintance should be cultivated, for
I was a prize-winner.
Among the visitors at the show there was
a young girl who seemed to be interested in
dogs of every sort. She went from one to
another, speaking a kind word to each. My

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neighbor told me that he knew who she
was. Her father, he said, was a rich man,
and he had told her that she might buy any
dog at the show, within reasonable bounds
as to price, and now she was trying to select
I asked my friend what he considered
"reasonable bounds," and he answered, air-
ily: "Oh, she wouldn't consider two or
three hundred dollars bad for a little fellow
like me." I looked at him to see if he was
joking, but he looked sober enough, and to
this day I can't help laughing when I think
of his disgusted look when I expressed sur-
prise that he should be worth so much.
Then he said that he wished that the
young lady would buy him, for he would love
to have her for his mistress; but he added,
with a sly look: "She will want a prize-
winner, and I didn't get even a V. H. C. I
suppose master will write a letter to the
judges to-morrow." Then he told me that

54 l)ic": In lutobiograpl.

poor little Mevrou had not taken any prize
at all, because they said that she stood out
at elbows and had not a long enough muzzle,
although her peak and ears were good.
I looked across at Mevrou then, and tried
to get her attention ; but she sat there look-
ing sadder than ever, with her ears drooping
to the ground and her eyes bent upon the
floor; and I could not make her raise her
head or look at me at all.
Just then the young girl stopped before
me. Her companion, a lady of middle age,
put up an eye-glass, as if to examine me
closely, but the girl herself caught me right
up in her arms and hugged me close, say-
ing: Oh, auntie! this is the dearest one
of all. I shall choose her." Then she read
my card. "Vic is her name, auntie, and she
is for sale." And after patting me and call-
ing me a nice dog, the two women went
After they left, my rough-coated friend

said: "Upon my word, you are in luck,
Vic. She won't get you for nothing, either,
for Mr. Doyd has marked up your price
again, and it is now "-- But I won't tell
what he said, because I am rather modest,
and it seems absurd that a little creature like
me should command so large a price. Only
I remember that I would not believe what he
told me until I looked at the card myself, and
then a little thrill of pride ran through me-
pride that I could bring so much money to
poor Dolly and her dear Cheap John.
My neighbor asked me if I had noticed a
little silver cross at the throat of the young
lady who was to be my mistress. I said that
I had noticed it, and he began: "She wears
that because she is a daughter of the King.
She"- But before he could say more an
attendant came for me, and I was taken out
and put into a carriage, right into the arms
of my new mistress, and in another moment
we were being whirled away.

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56 "bir": An AutobiograplV.

I had never ridden in a carriage before.
So far, the people with whom I had lived had
either patronized the street-cars or gone on
foot. It was luxurious to nestle against my
new mistress' soft sealskin jacket and to be
covered by the rich carriage-robes. Then I
fell to wondering what the pretty young lady's
name was, and presently her aunt said:
" Why, Helen, we are home already. I was
half asleep, weren't you ? And Helen re-
plied, "No, auntie, I was thinking."
The carriage stopped before a great stone
house, with Heatherton" on the ddor-
plate. Helen picked me up in her arms and
ran up the steps and into a warm, dimly-lit
hall; then she went up another flight of stairs
and down a corridor into a cosy little pink-
draped sitting-room, without ever stopping
for breath until she dropped me among the
soft cushions of a chintz lounge. Then she
took off her hat and coat, tossed them on

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the table, and threw herself down beside me,
saying, Oh, Vic, how good it seems to get

SCOULD not tell Helen that, although it was
very pleasant to be where it was so warm
and quiet and comfortable, still that pretty
room was not home to me yet.
I could see that she was fatigued, for she
did not look strong, and soon her hand
slipped off my head and her eyes closed, and
I knew, by her regular breathing, that she
was asleep. Then I began to look about the
room, turning my head very carefully that I
might not rouse her.
The walls were of a soft gray tint, with
great pink flowers here and there upon them.
There were pretty pink silk draperies at the
windows, the sills of which were very broad
and piled with great cushions. The polished
floor was covered by a rich oriental rug, and
a large gray bear-skin lay before the grate.

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There were bowls of pink roses upon the
mantel and table, and one was placed upon a
bracket under a large oil portrait of a beauti-
ful lady, with Helen's own brown eyes and
hair, but with a more commanding grace and
a prouder bearing.
I looked from the portrait to Helen's face
as she lay there. Hers was smaller and
darker and less perfect in outline than the
pictured face, but there were the same sweet,
tender mouth and straight dark brows, and I
judged that the portrait was of Helen's
There was a small white-wood writing-
desk with silver handles in one corner of the
room, and a low shelf of books stood
between the windows. Upon a rattan table
there was -a careless litter of books and
magazines. Near this, a bamboo cabinet
with silver mountings held picturesque jugs,
rare bits of thin china, some queer-shaped

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plates and a couple of candlesticks-the
general miscellany of a Japanese cabinet.
There were some photographs upon the
mantel, some pretty girlish faces and an
actor in Hamlet costume. Then beside the
bowl of roses there was thrown, in a con-
fused jumble, a collection of spoons coffee
spoons, egg spoons, pap spoons, apostle
spoons, orange spoons--a bewildering lot
of the daintiest trifles ever gotten together.
Even with what I now know of the many
vicissitudes of human life, I should say that
there was no possible contingency for which
Helen had not a spoon especially designed.
There were but few pictures upon the
walls besides the portrait; and one that par-
ticularly pleased my fancy was a large photo-
graph of a kind-faced mother-dog surrounded
by her litter of puppies. The dogs were
mastiffs -a large breed, as unlike us fox-
terriers as they can possibly be. Still there
was something in the expression of that


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great dog's face which reminded me of my
own mother and the empty room behind
Mack's place, and I found myself swallowing
hard at a big lump in my throat which felt
as though it would choke me.
As I looked from one pretty thing to an-
other, I thought how Dolly would have loved
just such a room. Then, as my thoughts
returned from Dolly, in her poor, bare flat, to
the girl lying there, so unconscious of all her
good fortune, I realized, for the first time,
how unevenly the good things of this world
are divided, and I felt a strange bitterness in
my heart for a moment. Only for a moment,
mind you, for then the sweet mouth smiled,
as in some pleasant dream, and well, you
couldn't feel bitterly toward anything when
Helen smiled.
The whole tone of Helen's room was soft
and reposeful, suggesting, by its deep cush-
ioned window-seats and low easy-chairs, rest
and comfort. Wherever the eye rested there

was something beautiful to look at. There
were no crude colors, no sharp contrasts.
Everything was in quiet harmony; and soon,
overcome by the soothing influence of the
warmth and quiet, the gray and pink tints
blended into a delightful, soft, blurry mist,
and I fell asleep beside my new mistress.
It was dark in the room when we awoke.
Helen hurriedly lit the gas and looked at her
watch. Why, Vic, we slept a long time,
didn't we ? It's nearly dinner-time," said
she, opening the door which led from the
sitting-room into her bed-room, and dis-
appearing from my view.
I could hear her as she moved about in
the next room, but I did not quite dare to go
in, although the door was ajar. So I poked
my nose in at the crack, and sniffed loudly to
attract her attention, and then she called
me in.
There were the same beautiful, soft colors
in-the furnishings of-this room, and every-

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thing showed luxury and taste. I ran about
investigating the corners and closets, while
Helen hurried to dress, throwing down one
gown and then another before she chose the
one which she put on. Helen bent her head
over the roses as she unfastened the neck
of her street-gown, and something bright
dropped and fell with a soft tinkle upon the
surface of the hand-mirror. When she picked
it up I saw it was the little silver cross, and I
remembered that my gossipy friend at the dog
show had told me that my new mistress was
the daughter of a king. And, as I looked at
her, she seemed to me to be invested with a
new dignity, and I fancied that there was a
proud turn to her head which had escaped
my notice before.
Now, in my ignorance, I supposed that
Helen's father was the ruler of this country,
and it seemed to my simple mind that her
surroundings quite befitted a princess. So,
when, after she had dressed for dinner, she

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went out, saying: "After awhile I'll come
and get you, Vic, dear, and feed you and
show you to papa," you may imagine that I
was in a flutter of excited expectation. She
came back in about an hour, and took me
down to the kitchen and made the cook give
me some dinner.
The cook was a large, vulgar-looking
woman, but she seemed kind at heart, for
she gave me a great plateful of meat and
gravy, and stood watching me while I ate,
meanwhile carrying on a spirited conversa-
tion with the coachman and the house-maid.
They discussed my appearance far more
critically and less favorably than the judges
at the bench-show had done, and the coach-
man said that I looked like a cross between a
rabbit and a goat. They all laughed immod-
erately at this, and agreed that he had just
hit it in describing me.
And when my mistress came after me the
cook said that they had been saying what

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a beautiful little creature I was. After that
I never liked nor trusted the cook.
I followed Helen up-stairs to the drawing-
room, too frightened to look up, when she
said: "See, papa! This is Vic. We have
come to thank you for each other." When
I did raise my eyes I scarcely could believe
my senses, for there stood the man with the
purple face and white mustache and big,
bold eyes-the man who had teased Jim
about "strawberry blondes" when Dutch
Mack brought the men to see us pups.
The recognition was mutual, for the man
exclaimed: "Why, that's one of Dutch
Mack's pups, as true as I live. Did you get
her pedigree, Nell?" Helen told my sire's
name and that of my dam. Sure, I wasn't
mistaken. Same pup Jim Farson picked out.
Poor Jim muttered he.
When Helen took me back to her room
she brought out from her closet a big, fancy
basket, trimmed with many ribbons and

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with numerous little pockets in the silken
lining along the sides. She turned the
basket upside down and emptied these
receptacles of the thread, needles, embroi-
dery silk and odds and ends which were
tucked therein. Then she jammed a big
silk cushion down into it and set it beside
her bed, telling me that it was to be my own
bed, and that I should go right to sleep.
I was glad that she turned down the gas
when she went out, because I could think
better in the dark, and I wanted to figure it
out about the man down-stairs. I thought
over it for a long time, and I came to the
conclusion that this puffy-eyed man, with the
coarse face, could not be a king, and that my
neighbor had meant something else. But
how a man like that could be Helen's father
I could not understand at all. And, besides,
I was very much puzzled about the silver


N the course of time I became accustomed
to my new home and was very happy
there, although I never forgot John and
Dolly, nor ceased to love them dearly. I
was very fond of Helen. She was always
good and kind to me; and her laugh was the
merriest, and her smile the sweetest of any
that I have ever known. She was a little
careless sometimes, but if she forgot and
went away leaving me shut in her room
without any dinner, she was so penitent and
self-reproachful afterward, and she loaded
me with such quantities of food and favors,
that I could not feel any resentment toward
She had a way of tossing her wraps down
wherever she took them off; and then she
would quite forget them until she wished to

68 "1i" San AUt tobiograplh.

go out again, when the servants would be
sent running all over the house for Miss
Helen's coat or Miss Helen's muff. But in
most things she was rather thoughtful, for a
girl of eighteen.
Helen's mother was dead, and her place
was filled by Mrs. Litchfield, Helen's aunt,
who,- although she had an aggravating
way of looking at me through her eye-
glasses and always spoke of me as it,"--
was really a kind and lovable woman.
Helen's father was very good to me and he
took a great deal of notice of me whenever
I was in the drawing-room, but he hardly
ever came up to Helen's room; and I was
glad of it, for there was always an odor of
tobacco and something stronger about him;
and it seemed to me that he was out of place
in that sweet rose-scented room.
One day Helen sat reading in her sitting-
room, and I lay at her feet, when Mrs. Litch-
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something, and she held an old-fashioned
daguerreotype in her hand.
Helen," she said, I have just been rum-
maging among your mother's things in the
attic, and I came across this old picture. It
looks just as your father did when they were
first engaged, and your mother always treas-
ured it on that account."
Helen took the picture eagerly. Why,
auntie, how handsome he was! and-auntie
- it looks like you." Mrs. Litchfield flushed
at the pretty compliment, and Helen went
on : It doesn't look a bit as he does now,
does it, auntie ? Why, auntie, what can
have changed him so?"
There were tears in Mrs. Litchfield's eyes,
and Helen stopped. "There, there, I know,
auntie, dear. It was mamma's death and
the worry, and--and everything." And
Helen threw her arms around her aunt's
neck, and they cried softly together.
As they sat there, wrapped in each other's

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arms, the picture slipped from Helen's lap
and fell at my feet. I looked curiously at it.
At first I could see nothing more than my
own reflection as in a mirror; then a ray of
sunshine fell upon it, and I saw a strong,
noble face with clear-cut features and frank
eyes a face no more like the one which I
knew so well than Helen's was like the
I had often wondered how a beautiful
woman like Helen's mother could have been
attracted to such a man as Mr. Heatherton ;
but after I saw the picture I knew. Then I
fell to pondering upon the change and what
could have made it. I thought of the first
time I had seen him. I remembered the big
room back of the saloon, and I recalled the
same strong odor which I had noticed about
him. Then more memories came to me -
the indistinct clink of glasses in the bar-
room; my mother's master and "the boys"

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- and then, like a flash, it dawned upon me
that, if he chose, Dutch Mack could solve the
problem of the change in Helen's father.


SDISLIKED and distrusted both the coach-
man and the cook. But as Helen kept
me with her at all times when she was at
home, and shut me in her room when she
went out, I saw but little of them except at
meal-times. One day, however, when Helen
had gone out with her aunt, the housemaid
came softly into her room, and, after shoo-
ing" me into a corner, caught me and cov-
ered me with her apron, and, sneaking down
to the kitchen, delivered me over to the
coachman. I had never had much of an
opinion of the housemaid. She had seemed
to me a very characterless sort of person,
but perfectly harmless. When, then, she
came crying "shoo" at me, as though I
were a savage beast, I thought that she had
gone clean out of her wits. Of course I did

not make any opposition to being caught by
her, for no harm had ever come to me yet
through any person, and I had perfect faith
in everybody so far as my personal safety
was concerned. So, when she told the cook,
as she handed me to Robert, that she was
nearly dead of fright lest I should bite her, I
thought her the silliest person I had ever
Robert led the way, with me in his arms,
and the cook and housemaid followed down
the walk to the barn. We all went inside,
and Robert carefully locked the door; then
the two women began to gather their gowns
up from about their feet and to squeal and
clamber upon some boxes which were there.
I was very much interested in what was to
come, for there was an air of expectation
about the little party. So, when Robert
handed me to the cook to hold, I followed
his movements with my eyes, although she

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held me so tightly that I could not turn my
Robert went to a corner and took a canvas
bag up from the floor, disclosing a wire trap
in which a small animal with a long, pointed
nose, sharp, cruel-looking teeth and wicked,
beady eyes, was running about. He bade
cook let go her hold on me, and just then
he opened the door of the trap and said
" Rats-s-s !" The animal ran out and started
to run from me, but I had caught it before it
was half way across the floor, and with one
shake I laid it dead at Robert's feet, with its
backbone broken. The cook said that it
was well done, but Robert insisted that I
had killed it too quickly. He said that it
was more fun when a dog worried the rat;
and then, while he and the cook were having
a spirited discussion about how a rat should
be killed, the housemaid carried me back
under her apron and put me where she had
found me.

None of the family ever found out that I
had been out of the room, and Helen never
suspected that her orders had been dis-
obeyed. So that it was not long before
Robert, emboldened by his success, planned
to have a trial of my mettle in something
even more exciting. This time the house-
maid carried me to the kitchen as before,
and gave me into Robert's arms, but she
and the cook did not follow us to the barn.
The cook evidently disapproved of the
affair, for she told Robert that she washed
her hands of the whole thing ; and she pre-
dicted that he would get himself into trouble
and said that he needn't look to her to help
him out.
We went into the same part of the barn
that we had been in before, and Robert was
even more careful this time to see that the
door was securely fastened. There was a
red-faced young man there, and he held by
the collar the ugliest-looking pup that I

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ever saw in my life. She was heavier and
larger in every way than I, and so built that
her legs looked as though they were put on
at the four corners like the legs of a table;
so far apart were they that I know that I
could have crawled under her without touch-
ing them. The loose skin was wrinkled over
her square muzzle, and the length from her
nostrils to her lower jaw was enormous. I
approached her in a very friendly spirit,
sniffing curiously at her heels, when she
turned, and, without the least provocation,
snapped viciously at me, taking a chunk out
of my ear. Roused by the pain, and resent-
ing the indignity, I sprang and caught her by
the throat, and held on, I can tell you. She
was a muscular dog, and she shook herself
powerfully and tried to throw me off, but I
never loosened my hold. It was my first
fight, and I was thoroughly excited. My
jaws never tired; they were like a steel trap,
and my grip never weakened. Every instinct

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bade me hold on until the dog dropped at my
feet. The red-faced man had stolen out with
his master's bull-dog just as Robert had taken
me. The men became fearful lest we dogs
should be hurt, and thus betray them to their
masters; so the other man made Robert
loosen my jaws and free his dog, and then
they both sneaked off down the alley, while
Robert carried me into the kitchen, petting
and calling me "Good dog." I think that
Robert had never really liked me before that.
The cook washed my wounds, muttering
meanwhile, and prophesying trouble for them
all on account of what she termed Robert's
When Helen saw the scar upon my ear,
she was completely mystified. The house-
maid denied that I had been from the room
at all, and she declared that I must have cut
myself on the fire-shovel which stood by the
grate, saying that she had found it overturned
upon the floor,

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But Helen's father gave a roar of laughter
when he heard this. "Why, the dog has
been in a fight, Helen. Can't you see that
her ear has been bitten through? I'll bet
Robert has taken her out and matched her
against some other dog around here. I'd
like to have seen how the other dog fared.
Sly boy, that Robert." And he roared again
and acted as though his respect for me was
much increased, now that I had seen a little
of "life," as he called it.
But Helen was very angry. What seemed
a good joke to her father was an insult to her;
and although the servants denied all knowl-
edge of any such thing, I think she suspected
the truth, for she kept me closer by her than
ever before. Whenever she pointed to my
ear and said "Bad Vic!" I looked very
sheepish and hung my head guiltily; but I
knew that I had only defended myself and
had not invited the attack, and I only wished
that I could make her understand that too.

T HE family went but little in society. Mr.
Heatherton hated going out and said
that it was all nonsense for a man to make a
martyr of himself in a close, crowded draw-
ing-room when he could be comfortable at
his club. Helen was not very strong, and an
occasional ball or party would leave her tired
and exhausted for several days, during which
time Mrs. Litchfield would load herself with
reproaches for having urged the girl to go;
for Helen cared but little for that sort of
thing. So they lived in a very quiet manner.
They sometimes entertained in a dull, formal
sort of a way. At such times merry, laugh-
ing Helen was very stiff and prim, assuming
quite as much dignity as Mrs. Litchfield
Helen had one young friend of whom she

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was very fond. She was a girl of her own
age, the daughter of an old family friend.
Kitty, as they called her, rejoiced in the
stately baptismal name of Katherine Eliza-
beth, and she had a pedigree which was much
longer than her bank account. But she was
a bright, happy girl, notwithstanding the "re-
duced circumstances" of her family, which
subject she was wont to joke about and to
treat in a very light manner.
Kitty's mother, who had been for several
years a widow, was an invalid and went out
very little; so Kitty used to go about with
Helen under Mrs. Litchfield's chaperonage.
Unlike Helen, Kitty loved parties and balls
and all sorts of gayety, and she used to de-
clare that if she had Helen's wardrobe and
Helen had her physical strength, they would
then be prepared to enjoy life as it should be
enjoyed. Sometimes she laughingly told
Helen that she fairly disliked her when she
thought of all the good luck that came to her,

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and she said that she felt quite like an
anarchist when she saw Helen's jewels and
lovely gowns. But in spite of her jokes and
extravagant talk, Kitty was a dear, unselfish
little girl, who loved Helen devotedly and
didn't envy her a bit.
The two girls were together in Helens'
sitting-room one day. Helen was training a
vine, which had just been brought up from
the green-house, over her mother's portrait.
Kitty stood beside the mantel, idly tossing
about the spoons which were heaped there,
and seeming to enjoy the soft jingle which
they made. "Helen," she asked, with sud-
den curiosity, "how many spoons have you
here ? "
"Thirty-five or forty, I guess; I don't just
remember," answered Helen, without tak-
ing her attention from her work.
Kitty carefully counted the spoons one by
one. "Do you know you are awfully care-
less to leave them about this way? It isn't

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right to put temptation in the way of the
servants," said she, as, after counting them
once, she carefully repeated the count.
"Helen," she said, gravely, "are you sure
that you had thirty-five or forty spoons?"
"Why, yes," said Helen, glancing up with
a look of surprise; "I counted them once
last month for auntie. There were-let me
think-there were thirty-eight, I am sure.
Why? "
"Well," said Kitty, "there are just thirty-
one spoons here now."
Helen dropped her vine and came across
to the mantel. She counted the spoons as
carefully as Kitty had done.
"Why, my prettiest coffee-spoon is gone,
and that dear little inlaid Russian tea-spoon,
and the one I got in San Francisco, and the
one that Cousin Clara sent me from Venice,
and- Why, Kitty, somebody must have
stolen them." And Helen looked very grave

"Well, I should say that somebody had,"
said Kitty, severely, "and it really serves
you right for being so careless."
"But who could have taken them? The
servants are all honest, I am sure," said
Helen, perplexed.
"Well, who of the servants comes in
here? asked Kitty.
"None except Susan, the housemaid,
have any business in here." And Helen
went slowly down to find her aunt.
Of course, the housemaid denied it all at
first, but Mrs. Litchfield talked long and
earnestly with her, and at last the girl
brought out the missing spoons, all except
one-that one she tearfully confessed that
she had sold.
Mrs. Litchfield brought the spoons back
and placed them with the others upon the
mantel. There were tears of pity, not of
anger, in Helen's eyes, as, with one move-
ment, she swept the glittering pile into thq

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84 "bic": Un nutobiograptIl.

skirt of her gown and carried them to the
safe for her aunt to lock up with the rest
of the silver.
"Now, Helen, you might get a case made
for them, a show-case like those in jewelers'
stores, with a glass cover and a lock and
key; then you could see your treasures, and
keep them, too," said Kitty, roguishly.
But Helen replied, sadly: No, there is
no more fun in spoons for me now. I don't
want to have things which need to be
The housemaid made a very touching
story of it all, but she was discharged.
When she came to say good-by to her
young mistress, Helen was out of the room.
Mrs. Litchfield bade the girl go in and wait
for her, and as she stood there alone her eyes
fell upon me. "You nasty, pampered little
beast! said she, kicking spitefully at me
with her foot. It is all your fault, but I'll
get even with you yet. You needn't think

you'll always be laying 'round on silk cush-
ions while poor people has to work for a liv-
ing. You ain't seen the last of me yet, you
ugly little cur." Then she raised her hand
to strike me. I never had been struck in my
life, and I did then as any other dog would
do -I showed my teeth threateningly, and
her hand fell without striking the blow.
When Helen came, Susan wept and told a
touching tale of poverty and temptation, and
how at last she had yielded because her
mother was ill and needed the money for
medicines. Helen talked long and earnestly
to her. Drawing Susan's attention to the
little cross which hung at her throat and which
had so mystified me, Helen explained how she,
with nine other girls among her friends, had
formed a little band, pledging themselves to
help those who were unfortunate or in
trouble; how they called themselves
Daughters of the King, and they tried
always to be thoughtful and kind and ten-

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86 "bic": An antobiograplb.

der and forgiving, harboring no resent-
ment toward those who would injure them,
because they were all-whether sinned
against or sinning-the children of one
kind Father who was King over all. And
then Helen told her that whenever she saw
one of the little silver crosses, Susan was to
look upon the wearer as a friend; for the
badge was meant to show a willingness to
help others.
I listened intently to the conversation, and
I was glad to know at last the meaning of
the emblem which had puzzled me for so
Before the girl left, Helen gave her a gold-
piece to take to her mother, and bade her
leave her address, so that they might know
where to find her. Susan professed to be
quite heart-broken at leaving so kind a mis-
tress, and in a wheedling tone she declared
that she should miss me sadly--"the dear
little creature that I love like it was a baby,"

she said, tearfully. Helen held me toward
the girl that I might receive a parting caress,
but I drew away from the outstretched hand
and growled.
"Why, Vic! what can be the matter?"
said my mistress. I am sure that I never
knew her to act so before."
Oh, it's nothing, Miss," said Susan, fawn-
ingly. "She don't want to be disturbed,
perhaps. She loves me dearly, Vic does, for
I'm her good friend."
Then Susan went away, and after she was
gone it was discovered that there were a
number of things missing; so Mrs. Litchfield
and Helen went immediately to the address
which she had left. But there was no house
there at all only a vacant lot.
And that evening, in the drawing-room,
the ladies told Mr. Heatherton the whole
story, and Helen finished by telling how I
had growled at the girl. He laughed long
and heartily, as though it were not sad at all,

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but quite the funniest thing in the world.
And he teased Helen for being so, easily
imposed upon, and praised my intuition, for
he said that I could tell a dishonest person
by instinct.
Somehow his talk grated upon me, and I
caught myself wishing that Helen's father
did not laugh so noisily and so often, for it
made him appear very foolish.

A FTER this, life ran along very smoothly
in the great, pleasant house. The new
maid who took Susan's place was a fresh-
faced little creature with a small, trim waist
and a coquettish set to her caps. There was
a pleasant rustle to her neat, crisply-starched
skirts, and there was about her an agreeable
something, more invigorating than restful,
perhaps; but it really seemed good to see
her bustling about and to hear the energetic
click of her high heels. She was a clean,
wholesome body, and underneath all her arti-
ficial little vanities there was something
honest and true, and I always liked her.
She had a pleasing little touch of Irish
brogue, and Helen used to wonder if she
really had been christened Bettine.
The year which had passed since Helen

brought me home seemed short, and it had
brought no great changes to the family.
Helen looked stronger and more robust than
at first, but there was a troubled expression
upon her face at times. Mrs. Litchfield
had grown anxious-looking and careworn,
but Helen's father laughed louder and oft-
ener than ever before.
Kitty was engaged and expected to be
married in the summer, but, so far as I know,
Helen had never yet had a lover. Kitty used
to pour all sorts of girlish confidences into my
mistress' ears as they sat in Helen's room.
"Of course," she used to say, "it would be
all wrong to marry for money or to let that
influence one in any way; but now, since I'm
in love with Fred, and he's in love with me,
and we're engaged, and it's all settled- I've
been thinking it over, and I am awfully glad
that he's rich."
And Helen, listening to Kitty's chatter,
with her head upon her hand and a dreamy

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look in her sweet brown eyes, never had
seemed so beautiful before. A tender smile
was upon her lips as she replied: "Do you
know I've thought sometimes that if I ever
have a lover I hope he may be poor."
Then Kitty laughed. "Why, of course,
you romantic goose. That's because you've
enough for two, yourself. And, besides
that, you don't know anything about how hor-
rid it is to be poor, as I do."
All this time I had never heard a word
about John and Dolly, although I had
thought of them often. Once I had thought
for a moment that I saw Dolly passing, but I
saw afterward that the woman looked older
and that she walked with a groping, unsteady
gait and leaned heavily upon the lady who
was with her. So, of course, I knew that it
could not be Dolly; but I used to keep a
pretty close watch at the window after that,
thinking that some time she really might come
by. Once again I thought that I recognized

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my old mistress in a young lady with just
such a quick, elastic gait and neat, trim figure
as Dolly's own. Helen had me out for an
airing, and the young lady was coming rap-
idly toward us. I ran a few steps to meet her,
but I saw immediately that I was mistaken
again, for the lady was a blonde with yellow
hair and the bluest of blue eyes, and did not
resemble Dolly in the least.
They were busy making preparations for
the coming wedding over at Kitty's house,
and Helen used to take me there almost every
day, for it was only half a dozen blocks away.
Helen used to wish to help Kitty with her
sewing, but, to tell the truth, my mistress was
not an adept in the use of the needle, and the
work which she did was apt to have to be
done over after she went home. One day
Kitty declared that Helen should not touch a
needle, but must sit and talk to her, instead.
Helen insisted upon sewing, and at last Kitty
mischievously told her that they always had

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to pick out her stitches and do them over,
anyhow. Kitty's mother glanced reprovingly
at her, but it was too late, for Helen was
really hurt, and no amount of coaxing or
apologizing would make her stay longer.
So she put on her wraps in a dignified way,
and we started for home, after an osten-
tatiously affectionate good-by to Kitty's
mother and a decidedly cool one to Kitty.
We had turned into our own street and
were near the gate of our home, when a man
with a long wire lasso came tearing down the
sidewalk toward us, and I saw that he was
coming directly for me. I started and ran as
fast as I could, but I could tell by the sound
of his heavy foot-steps that he was in hot
pursuit and gaining upon me. Just then the
chase was joined by a third party.
A young fellow coming by with a big book
under his arm had seen the sport, and, speak-
ing a word of encouragement to poor Helen,
who stood trembling with anger and excite-

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ment, he threw his book down on the walk
and started off on a swinging run that soon
put the dog-catcher in the rear. He over-
took me and caught me in his arms. I was
trembling and out of breath with fear and the
unusual exertion. He spoke very gently to
me; but his voice took quite another tone
when he bade my tormentor go about his
business, to which the man replied that that
was exactly what he was doing. After a
spirited debate and dire threats upon both
sides, the dog-catcher started off upon the
track of-another dog whom he saw in the dis-
tance, and the young man carried me back to
my mistress.
Helen could scarcely thank my preserver
enough for having saved me from a cruel
fate. Very pretty she looked as she stood
there, her cheeks flushed with excitement
and her eyes now flashing with anger, then
beaming with gratitude. Very handsome he
looked-this tall, athletic fellow-with his

bright blue eyes dancing with fun, and in his
gay, frank manner turning the whole affair
into a good joke. He held the gate open for
Helen to enter, picked up his book, and, lift-
ing his hat, he went on.
I noticed that, while Helen told her aunt of
the adventure, she did not mention it to her
father, and I fancied that it was because she
hated to hear him laugh.
"I know that he was a medical student,
auntie, because I noticed his text-book," said
Helen, the next day. And Mrs. Litchfield
looked up from her book in some surprise
and asked, "Who?" Helen blushed a rosy
red then, for she realized that her remark
must have seemed irrelevant to her aunt,
since the young stranger had not been men-
tioned except when Helen had related her
adventure the day before.
But to Kitty-whom she must have for-
given, since she went there the next day as

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though nothing had happened to Kitty I
noticed that she talked more freely.
How was he dressed ? Did he look as
though he were well-to-do ? demanded this
worldly-minded young person.
"No," answered Helen, thoughtfully, I
think not. In fact, I remember that I noticed
that his clothes were a little bit shabby."
And the irreverent Katherine Elizabeth gig-

K ITTY's wedding was a very small and
unpretentious affair, and everybody said
that it was charming. Mrs. Litchfield and
Mr. Heatherton and Helen were the only
guests outside of the immediate families of
the bride and groom. I had 'an especial
invitation. Come early, dear, and don't for-
get to bring Vie," Kitty said, as she kissed
Helen good-by, for the fortieth time, on the
afternoon of her wedding day.
After dinner that night, Helen slipped on a
simple white gown, and then we all walked
over to Kitty's. Helen insisted upon walk-
ing. It seemed so much nicer, she said, since
it was just to be an informal wedding, to run
over in a neighborly way, instead of going in
the carriage.
I trotted along after Helen, and when we

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reached the house I followed her right up
to Kitty's room. Kitty was very sweet in her
bridal robes, and she was wonderfully happ.y.
She kissed Helen, and laughed and cried all
at once, and she even caught me up and gave
me a good hug.
Pretty soon Fred came and led her, all
smiles and blushes, down to the parlor, and
they were married. Every one said that it
was all very natural and unaffected, and quite
unlike any other wedding that they had seen.
Of course, I don't know about that, for I
never went to another; but it seemed beauti-
ful to me, because everybody was so happy.
Even Mrs. Litchfield's care-worn look dis-
appeared for the time, and Helen's father was
more dignified and subdued and gentle than I
had ever seen him before.
After all was over, and they had kissed the
bride and eaten the dainty supper, and toasted
the bride and groom and everybody else in
a very merry fashion, Kitty went up and

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put on a dark gown, and then she and Fred
drove away in a carriage, amid a shower of
kisses and rice, and followed by a chorus of
We all went home after that. Helen
lagged a little behind her father and her aunt,
and I suited my pace to hers and kept at
her heels. It was a beautiful moonlight
night, and Helen stopped at the door to
watch a falling star.
Come, come, Nell, what are you loiter-
ing for ?" called her father.
"I was making a wish for Kitty," she said,
laughingly, as she kissed them good-night
and went up to bed.
The day after the wedding I saw my
deliverer again. Helen had been over to
cheer Kitty's mother, for it was lonely with-
out Kitty. As they stood at the door chat-
ting, the tall young man, with his text-book
under his arm, came by. He raised his hat
courteously, and Helen blushed and had

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