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我真是大明星）it was sucharming home!new one; a fine great house, with pictures, and delicate decorations, and rich furniture, andgloom anywhere, but all the wildernessdainty colors litwith flooding sunshine; and the spacious grounds around it, and the great garden oh, greensward, and noble trees, and flowers,end!anas the samea memberthe family; and they loved me, and petted me, and did not givea new name, but calledbyold ohat was dearme becausemother had givenme ailee gotouta song; and the grays knew that song, and saidwaeautiful name.
mrs. gray was thirty, andsweet andlovely, you cannot imagine it; and sadie was ten, and just like her mother, jusarling slender little copyher, with auburn tails down her back, and short frocks; and the baby waear old, and plump and dimpled, and fondme, and never could get enoughhaulingmy tail, and hugging me, and laughing out its innocent happiness; and mr. gray was thirty eight, and tall and slender and handsome, a little baldfront, alert, quickhis movements, business like, prompt, decided, unsentimental, and with that kindtrim chiseled face that just seemsglint and sparkle with frosty intellectuality!he waenowne not know what the word means, butmother would know howuseandwould know howdepresat terrier withand makap dog look sorrycame.
but thatnot the best one; the best onemother could anizrustthat ohat would skin the tax collars off the whol laboratory was noook,a picture,a placewash your hands in,the college president’s dog said no, thatthe lavatory; the laboratoryquite different, andfilled with jars, and bottles, and electrics, and wires, and strange machines; and every week other scientists came there and satthe place, and used the machines, and discussed, and made what they called experiments and discoveries; and ofteame, too, and stood around and listened, and triedlearn, for the sakemy mother, andloving memoryher, althoughwaainme,realizing what she was losing outher life anaining nothingall; for tryi might, i was never ablemake anything outitall.
other timeaythe floorthe mistress’s work room and slept, she gently usingfooot stool, knowingpleased me, forwaaress; other timepenthourthe nursery, and got well tousled and made happy; other timeatchedthe crib there, when the baby was asleep and the nurse out foew minutesthe baby’s affairs; other timeomped and raced through the grounds and the garden with sadie tillwere tired out, then slumberedthe grassthe shadea tree while she read her book; other timeent visiting among the neighbor dogs for there were some most pleasant ones not far away, and one very handsome and courteous and graceful one, a curly haired irish setterthe namerobin adair, who waresbyterian like me, and belongedthe scotch minister.
the servantsour house were all kindme and were fondme, and so,you see, mine waleasan could nota happier dog thaas, noratefule say this for myself, foris only the truth:i triedall waysdo well and right, and honormother’s memory and her teachings, and earn the happiness that had eme,besould.
by andcamelittle puppy, and thencup was full,happinesswas the dearest little waddling thing, andsmooth and soft and velvety, and had such cunning little awkward paws, and such affectionate eyes, and sucweet and innocent face; andmadeso proudsee how the children and their mother adored it, and fondled it, and exclaimed over every little wonderful thinid seemme that life was just too lovely to
then camedaas standinatchthto say, i was asleepth baby was asleepthe crib, which was alongside the bed,the side nextwas the kindcrib that haofty tent overmadegauzy stuff that you cannurse was out, andtwo sleepers wer from the wood fire was shot out, andlitthe slopetuiet interval followed, thecream from the baby awoke me, and there was that tent flamingtoward the ceiling!
beforould think, i sprangthe floormy fright, anda second was half waythe door; butthe next half secondmother’s farewell was soundingmy ears, anas backthe bed again.
i reachedhead through the flames and dragged the baby outthe waist band, and tuggedalong, andfellthe floor togethera cloudsmoke; i snatcheew hold, and dragged the screaming little creature along and outthe door and around the bendthe hall, and was still tugging away, all excited and happy and proud, when the master’s voice shouted:“begone you cursed beast!” anumpedsave myself; butwas furiously quick, and chasedup, striking furiouslyme with his cane, i dodging this way and that,terror, andlastrong blow fell uponleft foreleg, which madeshriek and fall, for the moment, helpless; the cane wentfor another blow, but never descended, for the nurse’s voice rang wildly out, “the nursery’sfire!” and the master rushed awaythat direction, andother bones were saved.
the pain was cruel, but,matter, i must not lose any time;might e backany moment;i limpedthree legsthe other endthe hall, where there waark little stairway leadingintarret where old boxes and such things were kept,i had heard say, and where people seldoclimbthere, theearchedway through the dark among the pilesthings, and hidthe secretest placoul was foolishbe afraid there, yet stilas;afraid thaeldand hardly even whimpered, thoughwould have been sufortwhimper, because that eases the pain,i could lickleg, and that did some good.
for halfhour there waommotion downstairs, and shoutings, and rushing footsteps, and then there was quie for some minutes, and that was gratefulmy spirit, for thenfears begango down; and fears are worse than pains oh, muc camound that froze me.they were callingcallingby name hunting for me!
it was muffleddistance, but that could not take the terror outit, andwas the most dreadful soundme thaad eve went all about, everywhere, down there: along the halls, through all the rooms,both stories, andthe basement and the cellar; then outside, and farther and farther away then back, and all about the house again, anhoughtwould never, nevelastdid, hours and hours after the vague twilightthe garret had long ago been blotted outblack darkness.
thenthat blessed stillnessterrors fell littlelittle away, anaspeacewaood resad, buoke before the twilight had feeling fairly fortable, anould think oulery good one; which was,creep down, all the way down the back stairs, and hide behind the cellar door, and slip out and escape when the iceman camedawn, whilewas inside filling the refrigerator; theould hide all day, and startmy journey when night came;journeywell, anywhere where they would not knowand betraytofeeling almost cheerful now; then suddenlhought:why, what would lifewithoutpuppy!
thatwasplan for me; i saw that; i must stay wheras; stay, and wait, and take what might ewas notaffair; that was what lifemy mother had said it.then well, then the calling began again!allsorrows cammyself, the master will neve not know whaad doo make himbitter andunfiving, yeudgedwas somethinog could not understand, but which was cleara man and dreadful.
they called and called days and nights, long that the hunger and thirst near drovemad, anecognized thaas getting ver you are this way you sleereat deal, andwokean awful frightseemedme that the calling was right therethe garret!andit was:it was sadie’s voice, and she was crying;name was falling from her lips all broken, poor thing, anould not believeears for the joyit wheeard her say:“e backus oh, e backus, and fiveis allsad without our ”
i brokewith sucrateful little yelp, and the next moment sadie was plunging and stumbling through the darkness and the lumber and shouting for the familyhear, “she’s found, she’s found!”
the days that followed well, they wer mother and sadie and the servants why, they just seemedworship me.they couldn’t seemmakea bed that was fine enough; andfor food, they couldn’tsatisfied with anything but game and delicacies that were outseason; and every day the friends and neighbors flockedto hear aboutheroism that was the name they calledby, andmeans agriculture.
i remembermother pullingoennel once, and explainingin that way, but didn’t say what agriculture was, except thatwas synonymous with intramural incandescence; anozen times aand sadie would tell the talenew ers, and saiskedlifesave the baby’s, and bothus had burnsprove it, and then the pany would passaround and petand exclaim about me, and you could see the pridethe eyessadie and her mother; and when the people wantedknow what madelimp, they looked ashamed and changed the subject, and sometimes when people hunted them this way and that way with questions about it,lookedmeif they were goingcry.
and this was not all the glory; no, the master’s friends came, a whole twentythe most distinguished people, and hadin the laboratory, and discussedasi wainddiscovery; and somethem saidwas wonderfula dumb beast, the finest exhibitioninstinct they could callmind; but the master said, with vehemence, “it’s far above instinct; it’s reason, and manan, privilegedbe saved andwith you andtetter worldrightits possession, has lessit than this poor silly quadruped that’s foreordainedperish”; and thenlaughed, and said:“why, lookme i’arcasm!bless you, with allgrand intelligence, the only thinnferred was that the dog had gone mad and was destroying the child, whereas but for the beast’s intelligence it’s reason, i tell you! the child would have perished!”
they disputed and disputed, anas the very centersubjectit all, anishedmother could know that this grand honor had eme;would have made her proud.
then they discussed optics,they called it, and whetheertain injurythe brain would produce blindnessnot, but they could not agree about it, and said they must testby experimentand by; and next they discussed plants, and that interested me, becausethe summer sadie anad planted seedelped her dig the holes, you know and after days and dayittle shruba flower camethere, andwaonder how that could happen; butdid, anisheould talould have told those people aboutand shown them how mucnew, and been all alive with the subject; buidn’t care for the optics;was dull, and when they came backit againbored me, anentsleep.
pretty soonwas spring, and sunny and pleasant and lovely, and the sweet mother and the children pattedand the puppy good by, and went awaya journey anisittheir kin, and the master wasn’t any pany for us, butplayed together and had good times, and the servants were kind and friendly,we got along quite happily and counted the days and waited for the family.
and one day those men came again, and said, now for the test, and they took the puppythe laboratory, animped three leggedly along, too, feeling proud, for any attention shownthe puppy waleasureme, o discussed and experimented, and then suddenly the puppy shrieked, and they set himthe floor, andwent staggering around, with his head all bloody, and the master clapped his hands and shouted:“there, i’ve won confess it!he’sblinda bat!”
and they all said:“it’syou’ve proved your theory, and suffering humanity owes yoreat debt from henceforth,” and they crowded around him, and wrung his hand cordially and thankfully, and praised him.
buardly sawheard these things, foanoncemy little darling, and snuggled closeit wherelay, and licked the blood, andput its head against mine, whimpering softly, annewmy heartwaomfortitits pain and troublefeel its mother’s touch, thoughcould not see me.thendropped down, presently, and its little velvet nose rested upon the floor, andwas still, and did not move any more.
soon the master stopped discussinoment, and rangthe footman, and said, “buryin the far cornerthe garden,” and then wentwith the discussion, anrotted after the footman, very happy and grateful, fonew the puppy was outits pain now, becausewa went far down the gardenthe farthest end, where the children and the nurse and the puppy ansedplaythe summerthe shadea great elm, and there the footman duole, anawwas goingplant the puppy, anas glad, becausewould grow andfine handsome dog, like robin adair, anda beautiful surprise for the family when they came home;i triedhelp him dig, butlame leg wasgood, being stiff, you know, and you havehave two,itn the footman had finished and covered little robin up,pattedhead, and there were tearshis eyes, andsaid:“poor little doggie, you saved his child!”
i have watched two whole weeks, anddoesn’t e up!this last weeright has been stealing upon me.i think theresomething terrible abou not know whatis, but the fear makessick, anannot eat, though the servants bringthe bestfood; and they petso, and even ethe night, and cry, and say, “poor doggiegiveup and e home; don’t break our hearts!” and all this terrifiesthe more, and makessure somethingiso weak; since yesterdaannot standmy fee within this hour the servants, looking toward the sun wherewas sinking outsight and the night chill ing on, said thingould not understand, but they carried something coldmy heart.
“those poor creatures!theyno will e homethe morning, and eagerly ask for the little doggie that did the brave deed, and whous willstrong enoughsay the truththem:‘the humble little friendgone wherethe beasts that perish.’”
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