Life — August 25, 1892 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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-LIFE- 103 “I did not think you would return so soon. When I went across the lawn to your house, I saw you coming down the drive with De Rocks, in his “You saw my parasol ; but I was not under it.” ‘* How could I know? It was held so low that I could see nothing else,” he said, penitently. “You might have known. I loaned it to Jennie Whiting. When Frank asked her to go driving with him she had a premonition that she would look perfectly lovely in her red dress. But she had no parasol to match it, so she very coyly forgot hers, and made him stop while she borrowed mine, and (a little hotly) gave me a chance to find out how much confidence you had in me.” “* How could I know Jennie would be so artful ?” ‘*You will learn more about girls, some day.” “I don’t care to know about that kind. It is the perfect woman I am anxious to study, Will you forgive me and give me my first lesson this First Dog Catcher (to second ditto): AWW, WHAT'S DE MATTER — afternoon ?” WID YER, ANYHOW ? HE'S ONLY TOOKEN A PIECE OUTENYER The cocker spaniel looked up into the girl's face, and then, making up PANTS! her mind that dogs were at a discount, started in frantic pursuit of a Second D.: BUT WHEN HE LAID HOLD HE GRABBED MORE’N hypothetical sparrow. Harry Romaine. MY PANTS! HIS DOG AND ITS DAY. H E stretched himself out in the hammock with the air of a man who has a whole summer afternoon before him, and means to let it dream itself away. He was absolutely unruffled by what had occurred, The revelation of her faithlessness had left him perfectly calm. He filled his pipe without scattering the tobacco over his light tennis suit, and succeeded in getting a light with the first match, although the hammock swayed gently and a wardering breeze came and played under the old appletrees. But his little cocker spaniel needed no further invitation than the sad and faraway look in his eyes, for she sprang boldly into the hammock and stretched herself out on his broad chest. As she placed her paws around his neck and cuddled her silky head close under his chin, she knew that the marks of her feet, on his clothing, would meet with no reproof in such an emergency. She lay there quietly without licking his face in her usual demon- strative fashion, for she was a wise little beast, and felt that moist and doggy kisses were not the sort he would welcome just then. “Good, old girl,” he said, as he drew her closer to him. ** You “IT 18 ASTONISHING HOW IT COOLS YOUR WHOLE SYSTEM IF YOU are fond of me, anyway. You and the pipe and I are three great CAN ONLY KEEP THE END OF YOUR TAIL COLD.” old chums, and we don't care for anyone else, do we? Not much!" The spaniel gazed at him wistfully, ‘* She's not worth it, isshe?” he continued. ‘But you're different. I have never done anything for you but beat you when you don't mind, and take no notice of you when you do. And yet, you jumped overboard from the steamer and came near being drowned, just to save an old straw hat of mine. But you're only a dog, you know, and that's where it all comes in. “But she! I've done everything for her that a man can do for a woman, when he loves her, and now, she’s gone off with young De Rocks, But, she's a girl, and girls and dogs are not to be compared in the same breath. So we'll let her go; she is— ‘Just a thing of puffs and patches, Made for madrigals and catches Not for heart-wounds, but for scratches,’” “Ab, you are rehearsing, I see.” The spaniel raised her head and greeted the intruder with a jealous little growl, Then she found herself unceremoniously spilled on the ground, as the young man rose to his feet. “Rehearsing? I don't—" “Ob, no; I don't suppose you do remember, but you were to read Dobson tome, down bythe brook, this afternoon. Instead, I find you coolly lying here and repeating one of his most cynical sentiments to that innocent little dog of yours.” AND HOW IT HEATS YOU WHEN IT IS HOT. comicbooks.com