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Loveliness • Frontispiece 

The maid stood looking idlt about • • • • 14 

<<tlll loyeuness comes home" •••••• 20 

Through the bending shrubbery . • • • • 40 


Loveliness sat on an eidei^down cushion em- 
broidered with cherry-colored puppies on a pearl 
satin cover. The puppies had gold eyes. They 
were drinking a saucer of green milk. Loveliness 
wore a new necktie^ of cherry, a shade or two 
brighter than the puppies, and a pearl-gray, or one 
might call it a silver-gray jacket. He was sitting 
in the broad window sill, with his head tipped a 
little, thoughtfully, towards the left side, as the 
heads of nervous people are said to incline. He 
was dreamily watching the street, looking for any 
one of a few friends of his who might pass by, and 
for the letter-carrier, who was somewhat late. 

Loveliness had dark, brilliant eyes, remarkably 
alert^ but reflective when in repose. Part of their 
charm lay in the fact that one must watch for their 
best expression; for Loveliness wore bangs. He 
had a small and delicate nose, not guiltless of an 
aristocratic tip, with a suspicion of a sniff at the 


inferior orders of society. In trath^ Loveliness was 
an aristocrat to the end of his tongue^ which curled 
daintily against his opalescent teeth. At this mo- 
ment it lay between his teeth^ and hung forward as 
if he held a roseleaf in his lips ; and this was the 
final evidence of his birth and breeding. 
-S F or Lov eliness was a . little dog ;. jl sUier-Tjorki. 
snire, blue of blood and delicately. reared, — ^a tiny 
creature, the essence of tenderness 3 set, soul and 
body, to one only tune. To love and to be Jt)e- 
loved, — that was his life.A*;.He knew no other, nor 
up to this time could he conceive of any other ; for 
he was as devotedly beloved as he was passionately 
loving. His brain was in his heart. In saying 
this one does not question the quality of the brain, 
any more than one does in saying a similar thing 
of a woman. Indeed, considered as an intellect, 
his was of the highest order known to his race. 
Loveliness would have been interesting as a psycho- 
logical study, had he not been absorbing as an 
affectional occupation. His family and friends 
often said, " How clever ! " but not until after they 
had said, ^^ How dear he is ! " The order of pre- 
cedence in this summary of character is the most 
enviable that can be experienced by human beinga 
But the dog took it as a matter of course. 


This little creature loved a number of people on 
a sliding scale of intimacy, carefully guarded, as 
the intimacies of the high-born usually are; but 
one he loved first, most, best of all, and pro- 
foundly. I have called him Loveliness because it 
was the pet name, the " httle name," given to him 
by this person. In point of fact, he answered to a 
variety of appellations, more or less recognized by 
society; of these the most lawful and the least 
agreeable to himself was Mop. It was a disputed 
point whether this were an ancestral name, or 
whether he had received it from the dog store, 
whence he had emerged at the beginning of his- 
tory, — the shaggiest, scrubbiest, raggedest, wildest 
little terrier that ever boasted of a high descent. 

People of a low type, those whose imagination 
was bounded by menial similes, or persons of that 
too ready inclination to the humorous which fails 
to consider the pos^sible injustice or unkindness 
that it may involve, had in Mop's infancy found a 
base pleasure in attaching to him such epithets as 
window-washer, scrubbing-brush, feather-duster, and 
footmuff. But these had not adhered. Loveliness 
had. It bade fair, at the time of our story, to out- 
live every other name. 


The little dog had both friends and acquaint- 
ances on the street where the professor lived ; and 
he watched for them from his cushion in the win- 
dow, hours at a time. There was the cabman^ the 
academic-looking cabman, who was the favorite of 
the faculty, and who hurrahed and snapped his 
whip at the Yorkshire as he jJassed by ; there was 
the newsboy who brought the Sunday papers, and 
who whistled at Loveliness, and made faces, and 
called him Mop. 

To-day there was a dark-faced man, a stranger, 
standing across the street, and regarding the pro- 
fessor's house with the unpleasant look of the for- 
eign and ill-natured. This man had eyebrows that 
met in a straight, black line upon his forehead, and 
he wore a yellow jersey. The dog threw back his 
supercilious little head and barked at the yellow 
jersey severely. But at that moment he saw the 
carrier, who ran up the steps laughing, and brought 
a gumdrop in a sealed envelope addressed to Love- 
liness. There was a large mail that afternoon, 
including a pile of pamphlets and circulars of the 
varied description that haunts professors' houses. 
Kathleen, the parlor maid, — another particular 
friend of the terrier's — took the mail up to the 



stady, but dropped one of the pamphlets on the 
stairs. The dog rebuked her carelessness (after he 
had given his attention to the carrier's gumdrop) 
by picking the pamphlet up and bringing it back 
to the window seat, where he opened and dog-eared 
it with a literary manner for a while, until sud- 
denly he forgot it altogether, and dropped it on 
the floor, and sprang, bounding. For the dearest 
person in the world had called him in a whisper, 
— " Love-li-ness ! " And the dearest face in the 
world appeared above him and melted into laughing 
tenderness. " Loveliness ! Where 's my Xoi?6-li- 
ness ? " 

A little girl had come into the room, a girl of 
between five and six years, but so small that one 
would scarcely have guessed her to be four, — a 
beautiful child, but transparent of coloring, and 
bearing in her delicate face the pathetic patience 
which only sick children, of all human creatures, 
ever show. She was exquisitely formed, but one 
little foot halted and stepped weakly on the thick 
carpet. Her organs of speech were perfect in 
mechanism, but often she did not speak quite 
aloud. Sometimes, on her weaker days, she carried 
a small crutch. They called her Adah. 


She came in without her crutch that afternoon ; 
she was feeling quite strong and happy. . The little 
dog sprang to her hearty and she crooned over him, 
sitting beside him on the window seat and whisper- 
ing in her plaintive voice : " Love-li-ness ! I can't 
live wivout you anover mmute, Loveliness! I 
can't live wivout you ! " 

She put her head down on the pearl-gray satin 
pillow with the cherry puppies, and the dog put his 
face beside hers. He was kept as sweet and clean 
as his little mistress, and he had no playfellow 
except herself, and never went away from home 
unless at the end of a gray satin ribbon leash. At 
all events, the two would occupy the same pillow, 
and all idle effort to struggle with this fact had 
ceased in the household. Lovehness sighed one 
of the long sighs of perfect content recognized by 
all owners and lovers of dogs as one of the happi- 
est sounds in this sad world, and laid his cheek to 
hers quietly. He asked nothing more of life. He 
had forgotten the world and all that was therein. 
He looked no longer for the cabman, the newsboy, 
or the carrier, and the man with the eyebrows had 
gone away. The universe did not exist; he and 
she were together. Heaven had happened. The 


dog glanced through half-closed, blissful eyes at 
the yellow hair — "eighteen carats fine" — that 
fell against his silver bangs. His short ecstatic 
breath mingled with the gentle breathing of the 
child. She talked to him in broken rhapsodies. 
She called him quaint, pet names of her own, — 
" Dearness " and " Daintiness," " Mopsiness " and 
" Preciousness," and " Dearest-in-the-World," and 
who knew what besides ? Only the angels who are 
admitted to the souls of children and the hearts of 
little dogs could have understood that interview. 

No member of the professor's household ever 
interfered with the attachment between the child 
and the dog, which was set apart as one of the 
higher facts in the family life. Indeed, it had its 
own page of sacred history, which read on this 
wise : — 

When Adah was a walking baby, two and a half 
years before the time of which we tell, the terrier 
was in the first proud flush of enthusiasm which an 
intelligent dog feels in the mastery of little feats 
and tricks. Of these he had a varied and interest- 
ing repertoire. His vocabulary, too, was large. 
At the date of our story it had reached one hun- 
dred and thirty words. It was juvenile and more 


limited at the time when the sacred page was writ- 
ten, but still beyond the average canine proficiency. 
Loveliness had always shown a genius for the Eng- 
lish language. He could not speak it, but he tried 
harder than any other dog I ever knew to do so; 
and he grew to understand with ease an incredibly 
large part of the usual conversation of the family. 
It could never be proved that he followed — or did 
not follow — the professor of psychology in a dis- 
cussion on the Critique of Pure Reason ; but his 
mental grasp of ordinary topics was alert and logi- 
cal. He sneezed when he was cold and wanted a 
window shut, and barked twice when his delicate 
china water-cup was empty. When the fire depart- 
ment rang by, or a stove in the house was left on 
draught too long, and he wished to call attention to 
the circumstance, he barked four times. Besides 
the commonplace accomplishments of turning som- 
ersaults, being a dead dog, sitting up to beg for 
things, and shaking hands. Loveliness had some 
attainments peculiar to himself. 

One of these was in itself scientifically interest- 
ing. This luxurious, daintily fed little creature, 
who had never known an hour's want nor any 
deprivation that he could remember, led by the 


blind instinct of starving, savage ancestors skulking 
in forests where the claw and tooth of every living 
thing were against every other, conscientiously 
sought to bury, against future exigencies, any kind 
of food for which he had no appetite. The rem- 
nants of his dog biscuit, his saucer of weak tea, an 
unpalatable dinner, alike received the treatment 
given to the bare bone of his forefathers when it 
was driven into the ground. 

Anything served the purpose of the earth, — the 
rough, wild earth of whose real nature the house 
pet knew so little. A newspaper, a glove, a hand- 
kerchief, a sheet of the professor's manuscript, a 
hearth brush, or a rug would answer. Drag these 
laboriously, and push them perseveringly to their 
places ! Cover the saucer or the plate from sight 
with a solemn persistence that the starving, howl- 
ing ancestor would have respected! Thus Love- 
liness recognized the laws of heredity. But the 
corners of rugs were, and remained, the favorite 
burying sod. 

On that black day when the baby girl had used 
her white apron by way of blowers before the 
reluctant nursery fire, the little dog was alone in 
the room with her. It had so happened. 


Suddenly, through the busy house resounded 
four shrill, staccato barks. In the vocabulary of 
Loveliness this meant, " Fire ! Fire ! Fire ! Fire ! " 
Borne with them came the terrible cries of the 
child. When the mother and the nursemaid got 
to the spot, the baby was ablaze from her white 
apron to her yellow hair. She was writhing on the 
floor. The terrier, his own silver locks scorching, 
and his paws in the flame, was trying to cover his 
young mistress with the big Persian rug, in itself a 
load for a collie. He had so far succeeded that the 
progress of the flames had been checked. 

For years the professoi speculated on the pro- 
blems raised by this tremendous incident. Whether 
the Yorkshire regarded the fire as a superfluity, 
like a dinner one does not want, — but that was 
fai^fetched. Whether he knew that wool puts out 
fire, — but that was incredible. Whether this, 
that, or the other, no man could say, or ever has. 
Perhaps the intellect of the dog, roused to its ut- 
most by the demand upon his heart, blindly leaped 
to its most difficult exertion. It was always hard 
to cover things with rugs. In this extremity one 
must do the hardest. Or did sheer love teach him 
to choose, in a moment that might have made a fool 



or a lunatic of a man^ the only one or two of several 
processes which could by any means reach the emer- 
gency ? 

At all events, the dog saved the child. And she 
became henceforth the saint and idol of the family, 
and he its totem and its hero. The two stood to- 
gether in one niche above the household altar. It 
was impossible to separate them. But after that 
terrible hour Kttle Adah was as she was : frail, un- 
certain of step, scarred on the pearl of her neck and 
the rose of her cheek; not with full command of 
her voice ; more nervously deficient than organically 
defective, — but a perfect being marred. Her fa- 
ther said, " She goeth lame and lovely." 

On the afternoon when our story began, the child 
and the Yorkshire sat cuddled together in the broad 
window seat for a long time. Blessedness sat with 
them. Adah talked in low love tones, using a lan- 
guage as incomprehensible to other people as the 
tongue in which the dog replied to her. They car- 
ried on long conversations, broken only by caresses, 
and by barks of bliss or jets of laughter. The child 
tired herself with laughing and loving, and the dog 
watched her ; he did not sleep ; he silently lapped 
the fingers of her little hand that lay like a cameo 
upon the silken cushion. 


Some one came in and said in a low voice : ^^ She 
is tired out. She most have her snpper and be pat 
to bed.'' 

Afterwards it was remembered that she clung to 
Loveliness and cried a little, foolishly ; fretting that 
she did not want her supper, and demanding that 
the dog should go up to bed with her and be put at 
once into his basket by her side. This was gently 

" You shall see him in the morning," they told 
her. Kathleen put the little dog down forcibly 
from the arms of the child, who wailed at the sepa- 
ration. She called back over the balusters : " Lover 
li-ness ! Good-by, Loveliness 1 When we 're grown 
up, we '11 always be togever. Loveliness ! " 

The dog barked rebelliously for a few minutes ; 
then sighed, and accepted the situation. He ran 
back and picked up the pamphlet which Kathleen 
had dropped, and carried it upstairs to the profes- 
sor's study, where he laid it on the lowest shelf of 
the revolving bookcase. The professor glanced at 
the dog-eared pages and smiled. The pamphlet was 
one of the innumerable throng issued by some phi- 
lanthropic society devoted to improving the condi- 
tion of animals. 


When Kathleen came downstairs she found the 
dog standing at the front door^ patiently asking that 
it might be opened for him. She went down the 
steps ; for it was the rule of the house never to al- 
low the most helpless member of the family at hberty 
unguarded. The evening was soft, and the maid 
stood looking idly about. A man in a yellow jersey, 
and with straight, black eyebrows, was on the other 
side of the street ; but he did not look over. The 
suburban town was still and pleasant ; advancing 
spring was in the air ; no one was passing ; only a 
n^gro boy lolled on the old-fashioned fence, and 
shouted : " Hi ! Yi ! Yi ! Look a' dem crows 
carryin' ofE a b'iled pertater 'n' a piecer squushed 
pie ! " 

Kathleen, for very vacuity of mind, turned to 
look. Neither potatoes nor squash pie were to be 
seen careering through the skies ; nor, in fact, were 
there any crows. 

" I '11 have yez arrested for sarse and slander ! " 
cried Kathleen vigorously. 

But the negro boy had disappeared. So had the 
man in the yellow jersey. 

" Where 's me dog ? " muttered Kathleen. It 
was dipping dusk ; it was deepening to dark. She 


called. Loveliness was an obedient little fellow al« 
ways; but he did not reply. The maid called 
again; she examined the front yard and the pre- 
mises^ — slowly, for she was afraid to go in and tell. 
With the imbecility of the timid and the erring, she 
took too much time in a fruitless and unintelligent 
search before she went, trembling, into the house. 
Kathleen felt that this was the greatest emergency 
that had occurred since the baby was burned. She 
went straight to the master's door. 

" God have mercy on me, but I 've lost the little 
dog, sir ! " 

The professor wheeled around in his study chair. 

" There was a nigger and a squashed crow — but 
indeed I never left the little dog, as you bid me, 
sir — I never left him for the space of me breath 
between me lips — and when I draws it in the little 
dog warn't nowhere. . . . Oh, whatever '11 she say? 
Whatever '11 she do ? Mother of God, forgive me 
soul ! Who 'U tell her ? '' 

Who indeed ? 

The professor of psychology turned as pale as 
the paper on which he was about to write his next 
famous and inexphcable lecture. He pushed by 
Kathleen and sprang for his hat. 




But the child's mother had abeady run out, bare- 
headed^ into the street^ calling the dog as she ran. 
Nora, the cook, left the dinner to burn, and fol- 
lowed. Kathleen softly shut the nursery door, " So 
she won't hear," and, sobbing, crept downstairs. 
The family gathered as if under the black wing of 
an unspeakable tragedy. They scoured the pre- 
mises and the street, while the professor rang in the 
pohce call. But Loveliness was not to be found. 

The carrier came by, on his way home after his 
day's work was over. 

" Great Scott ! " he cried. " I 'd rather have lost 
a month's pay. Does she know ? " 

The newsboy trotted up, and stopped whistling. 

"Hully gee!" he said. "What'U the Uttle 
gell dew ? " 

The popular cabman came by; he was driving 
the president, who let down the window and asked 
what had happened. The driver uttered a mild and 
academic oath. 

" Me 'n' my horse, we 're at your disposal as soon 
as me and the president have got to faculty meet- 

But the president of the University of St. George 
put his long legs out of the carriage, and bowed the 
professor into it. 


« The cab is at your service now/' he said aiix- 
iously, " and so am I. They can get along with- 
out us for a while^ to-night. Anything that I can 
do to help you, Professor Premice, in this — real 
calamity — How does the child bear it ? " 

" Poor little kid ! " muttered the cabman. " And 
to think how I used to snap my whip at 'em in the 
window ! " 

" An' how I used to bring him candy, contrary 
to the postal laws ! " sighed the carrier. The cab 
driver and the postman spoke as if the dog and the 
child were both already dead. 

The group broke slowly and sadly at last. The 
mother and the maids crept tearfully into the house. 
The professor, the carrier, the newsboy, and the 
president threw themselves into the matter as if they 
had been hunting for a lost child. The president 
deferred his engagement at the faculty meeting for 
two hours, — which gave about time for a faculty 
meeting to get under way. The professor and the 
cab driver and the police ransacked the town till 
nearly dawn. It began to rain, and the night grew 
chilly. The carrier went home, looking like a man 
in the shade of a public calamity. The newsboy 
ran around in the storm, shadowing all the negro 


boys he met^ and whistling for Loveliness in dark 
places where low-bred curs answered him, and yellow 
mongrels snarled at his soaked heels. But the pro* 
f essor had the worst of it ; for when he came in, 
drenched and tired, in the early morning, a little 
figure in a lace-trimmed nightgown stood at the 
head o£ the stairs, waiting for him. 

The professor gave one glance at the child's face, 
and instinctively covered his own. He could not 
bear to look at her. 

"Papa," said Adah, limping do™ the sWr^ 
"where is Loveliness? I can't find him! Oh, I 
cannot find him ! And nobody will tell me where 
he 's gone to. Papa ? I arxpect you to tell me 'e 
truf e. Whbeb is my Loveliness ? " 

Her mother could not comfort or control her. 
She clung to her father's heart the remainder of 
the night; moanmg at intervals, then unnaturally 
and piteously still. The rain dashed on the win- 
dows, for the storm increased; the child shrank 
and shivered. 

" He 's neoer been out in 'e rain, Papa ! He will 
be wet — and frightened. Papa, who will give 
him his little baxet, and cover him up warm? 
Papa ! Papa ! who will be kind to Loveliness ? ** 


In the broad daylight Adah fell into a short 
sleep. She woke with a start and a ery^ and asked 
for the dog. " He '11 come home to breakfust," 
she said, with quivering lip. " Tell Nora to have 
some sugar on his mush when he comes home." 

But Loveliness did not come home to breakfast. 
The child refused to eat her own. She hurried 
down and crept to the broad window seat, to watch 
the street. When she saw the empty gray satin 
cushion, she flung herself face down with a heart- 
rending cry. 

" Papa ! Papa ! Papa ! I never had a 'fliction 
before. Oh, Papa, my heart will break itself apart. 
Papa, can't you know enough to comfort you little 
girl? I can't live wivout my Loveliness. Oh, 

Papa ! Papa ! " 

• .. .• . ... 

This was in the decline of March. The winds 
went down, and the rains came on. The snow slid 
from the streets of the university town, and with- 
drew into dingy patches about the roots of trees 
and fences, and in the shady sides of cold back 
yards. The mud yawned ankle-deep, and dried, 
and was not, and was dust beneath the foot. Cro- 
cuses blazed in the gardens of the faculty^ — royal 


purple, gold, and wax-white lamps set in the young 
and vivid grass. The sun let down his mask and 
looked abroad, and it was April. The newsboy 
the carrier and the cab-driver laughed for very joy 
of living. But when they passed the professor's 
house they did not laugh. It came on to be the 
heart and glory of the spring, and the warm days 
melted into May. But the little dog had not been 

The professor had exhausted hope and ingenuity 
in the dreary quest. The State, one might say 
without exaggeration, had been dragged for that 
tiny dumb thing, — seven pounds' weight of life 
and tenderness. Money had been poured like love 
upon the vain endeavor. Rewards of reckless pro- 
portion appealed from public places and from pub- 
lic columns to the blank eyes that could not or did 
not read. The great detective force, whose name 
is familiar from sea to sea, had supplemented the 
useless search of the local poKce and of the city 
press. And all had equally failed. The "dog 
banditti " had done their work too well. 

Loveliness had sunk out of sight like forgotten 
suffering in a scene of joy. 

In the window seat, propped with white pillows, 


"lame and lovely," Adah sat. The empty em- 
broidered gray cushion lay beside her. Sometimes 
she patted the red puppies softly with one thin 
little hand; she allowed no one else to touch the 

" Till Loveliness comes home," she said. In the 
window, silent, pale, and seeing everything, she 
watched. But Loveliness did not come home. 

The pitiful thing was that the child herself was 
so changed. She had wasted to a little wraith. 
For some time she had not walked without her 
crutch. Now she scarcely walked at all. At the 
first she had sobbed a good deal, in downright 
childish fashion; then she wept silently; but now 
she did not cry any more, — she did but watch. 
Her sight had grown unnaturally keen, like that of 
pilots; she gazed out of great eyes, bright, and dry, 
and solemn. Already she had taken on the look of 
children whose span of time is to be short. She 
weakened visibly. 

At first, her father took her out with him in the 
cab, so she should feel that she was conducting the 
search herself. But she had grown too feeble for 
this exertion. Sometimes, on such drives, she saw 
cruel sights, — animals suffering at the black tern- 



pers of men or the diabolic jests of boys ; and she 
was hurried home, shivering and sobbing. When 
night came she would ask for the Yorkshire's bed 
to be put beside her own, and with trembling fin- 
gers would draw up the crimson blankets over the 
crimson mattress, as if the dog had been between 
them. Then she would ask the question that 
haunted her most : — 

"Mamma, who will put Loveliness into a little 
baxet to sleep, and cover him up? Papa, Papa, 
will they be kind to Loveliness ? " 

Stormy nights and days were always the hardest. 

" Will Loveliness be out and get wet ? Will he 
shiver like *e black dog I saw to-day? Will he 
have warm milk for his supper ? Is there anybody 
to rub him dry and cuddle my Loveliness ? " 

To divert the child from her grief proved impos- 
sible. They took her somewhere, in the old, idle 
effort to change the place and help the pain ; but 
she mourned so, "because he might come home, 
and nobody see him but me," that they brought 
her back. 

The president of the university, who was a dog- 
less and childless man, presented the bereaved 
household with a mongrel white puppy, purchased 


under the amiable impression that it was of a rare^ 
Parisian breed. The distingmshed man cherished 
the ignorant hope of bestowing consolation. But 
the invalid child^ with the sensitiveness of invalid 
children^ refused to look at the puppy, who was re- 
turned to his donor, and constituted himself hence- 
forth the tyrant and terror of that scholastic house- 

As the weather grew warmer, little Adah failed 
and sank. It came on to be the bloom of the year^ 
and she no longer left the house. 

The carrier and the cab driver lifted their hats in 
silence now, when they passed the window where 
the little girl sat, and the newsboy looked up with 
a sober face, like that of a man. The faculty and 
the neighbors did not ask, " How is the child ? 
but always, "Have you heard from the dog? 
The doctor began to call daily. He did not shake 
his head, — no doctor does outside of an old-fash- 
ioned story, — and he smiled cheerfully enough 
inside the house ; but when he came out of it, to 
his carriage, he did not smile. So the spring mel- 
lowed, and it was the first of June. 

One night, the poor professor sat trying to put 
into shape an impossible thesis on an incomprehen- 



sible subject (it was called The Identity of Identity 
and Non-Identity), for Commencement delivery in 
his department. Pulling aside some books of ref- 
erence that he needed, he dragged to view a 
pamphlet from the lowest shelf of the revolving 
bookcase. Then he saw the marks of the York- 
shire's teeth and claws on the pamphlet corners, 
and, sadly smiling, he opened and read. 

The Commencement thesis on The Identity of 
Identity and Non-Identity was not corrected that 
night. The professor of psychology sat moulded 
into his study chair, rigid, with iron lips and 
clenched hands, and read the pamphlet through, 
every word, from begmning to end. For the first 
time in his life, this eminent man, wise in the wis- 
dom of the world of mind, and half educated in the 
practical affairs of the world of matter, studied for 
himself the authenticated records of the torments 
imposed upon dumb animals in the name of science. 

As an instructed man, of course this subject was 
not wholly unfamiliar to him, but it was wholly for- 
eign. Hitherto he had given it polite and indiffer- 
ent attention, and had gone his ways. Now he read 
like a man himself bound, without anaesthesia, be- 
neath the knife. Now he read for the child's sake, 


with the child's mind^ with the child's nerves^ and 
with those of the little helpless thing for whom her 
life was wasting. He tore from his shelves every 
volume, every pamphlet that he owned upon the 
direful subject which that June night opened to his 
consciousness ; and he read until the birds sang. 

With brain on fire, he crept, in the brightness of 
coming day, to his wife's side. 

" Tired out, dear ? " she asked gently. Then he 
saw that she too had not slept. 

'^ Adah has such dreams," she explained ; ^^ cruel 
things, — all the same kind." 

" About the dog ? " 

^' Always about the dog. I have been sitting up 
with her. Sheis — not as strong as — not quite" — 

The professor set his teeth when he heard the 
mother's moan. When she had sunk into broken 
rest he stole back to his study, and locked out of 
si&:ht the pamphlet which Loveliness had chewed, 
si, mth Z profound and «=ientifi« treats on the 
subject, arguing and illustrating this way and that 
(some of these had cuts and photogravures which 
would haunt the imagination for years), he crowded 
the whole out of reach. His own brain was reeling 
with horrors which it would have driven the woman 


or the child mad to read. Scenes too ghastly for a 
strong mind to dwell upon, incidents too fearful for 
a weak one to conceive, flitted before the sleepless 

Now the professor began to do strange and secre- 
tive things. Unknown to his wife, unsuspected by 
his fading child, he began to cause the laboratories 
of the city and its environs to be searched. In the 
process, curious trades developed themselves to his 
astonished ignorance : the tricks of boys who supply 
the material of anguish; the trade of the janitor 
who sells it to the demonstrator ; the trade of the 
brute who allures his superior, the dog, to the lairs 
of medical students. Dark arts started to the fore- 
ground, like imps around Mephistopheles concealed. 
From such repellent education the professor came 
home and took his little girl into his arms, and did 
not speak, but laid his cheek to hers, and heard the 
piteous, familiar question, " Papa, did you promise 
me they 'd be kind to Loveliness ? " It was always 
a whispered question now; for Adah had entirely 
lost command of her voice, partly from weakness, 
partly from the old injury to the vocal organs ; and 
this seemed, somehow, to make it the harder to 
answer her. 


So tbere fell a day when the child in the win- 
dow, propped by more than the usual pillows, sat 
watching longer than usual, or more sadly, or more 
eagerly, — who can say what it was ? Or did she 
look BO much more translucent, more pathetic, than 
on another day ? She leaned her cheek on one little 
wasted hand. Her great eyes commanded the street. 
She had her pilot's look. Now and then, if a little 
dog passed, and if he were gray, she started and 
leaned forward, then sank hack faintly. The sight 
of her would have touched a savage ; and one be- 
held it. 

A man in a yellow jersey passed by upon the 
other side of the street, and glanced over. His 
straight, black brows contracted, and he looked at 
the child steadily. As he walked on, it might have 
been noticed that his brutal head hung to his breast 
But he passed, and that cultivated street was clean 
of him. The carrier met him around the comers 
and glanced at him with coldness. 

" What 's de matter of de kid yonder, in de win- 
der?" asked the foreigner. 

" Dyin'," said the carrier shortly. 

" Looks she had — what you call him ? — gallop- 
in* oonsnm'tion," observed the man with the ey» 


^^ Gallopin' heartbreak/' replied the carrier, push- 
ing by. ^^ There 's a devil layin' round loose out- 
side of hell that stole her dog, — and she a little 

sickly thing to start with, him ! There 's fifty 

men in this town would lynch him inside of ten min- 
utes, if they got a clue to him, him to ! '* 

That afternoon, when the professor left the house, 
the newsboy ran up eagerly. " There *s a little nig- 
ger wants yez, perfesser, downstreet. He 's in wid 
the dog robbers, that nigger is. Jes' you arsk him 
when he see Mop las' time. Take him by the scruff 
the neck, an' wallop like hell till he tells. Be spry, 
now, perfesser ! " 

The professor hurried down the street, fully pre- 
pared to obey these directions, and found the negro 
boy, as he had been told. 

"Come along furder," said the boy, looking 
around uneasily. He spoke a few words in a hoarse 

The blood leaped to the professor's wan cheeks, 
and back again. 

" I '11 show ye for a V," suggested the boy cun- 
ningly. " But I won't take no noter hand. Make 
it cash, an' I '11 show yer. Ye ain't no time to be 
f oolin'," added the gamin. " It 's sot for termorrer 


'leven o'clock. He 's down for the biggest show of 
the term^ he is. The students is all gwineter go^ 
an* the doctors along of 'em." 

His own university ! His own university ! The 
professor repeated the three words, as he dashed 
into the city with the academic cabman's fastest 
horse. For weeks his detectives had watched every 
laboratory within fifty miles. But — his own col- 
lege ! With the density which sometimes sub- 
merges a superior intellect, it had never occurred to 
him that he might find his own dog in the medical 
school of bis own institution. Stupidly he sat gaz- 
ing at the back of the gamin who slunk beside the 
aversion of the driver on the box. The professor 
seemed to himself to be driving through the terms 
of a false syllogism. 

The cabman drew up in a filthy and savage neigh- 
borhood, in whose grim purheus the St. George pro- 
fessors did not take their walks abroad. The negro 
boy tumbled off the box. 

The professor sat, trembling like a woman. The 
boy went into the tenement, whistling. When he 
came out he did not whistle. His evil little face 
hadfaUen. His arms were empty. 


" The critter 's dum gone/* he said. 

« Gone ? '* 

" He 's dum goneter de college. Dey 'se tuk him, 
sah. Dum dog to go so yairly." 

The countenance of the professor blazed with the 
mingUng fires of horror and of hope. The excited 
driver lashed the St. George horse to foam ; in six 
minutes the cab drew up at the medical school. 
The passenger ran up the walk like a boy, and 
dashed into the building. He had never entered it 
before. He was obliged to inquire his way, like a 
rustic on a first trip to town. After some delay and 
dif&culty he found the janitor, and, with the assur- 
ance of position, stated his case. 

But the janitor smiled. 

" I will go now — at once — and remove the dog," 
announced the professor. " In which direction is it? 
My little girl — There is no time to lose. Which 
door did you say ? " 

But now the janitor did not smile. " Excuse me, 
sir," he said frigidly, " I have no orders to admit 
strangers." He backed up against a closed door, 
and stood there stolidly. The professor, burning 
with human rage, leaned over and shook the door. 
It was locked. 


^^ Man of darkness ! " cried the professor. ^^ You 
who perpetrate" — Then he collected himself. 
" Pardon me/' he said, with his natural dignity j " I 
forget that you obey the orders of your chiefs, and 
that you do not recognize me. I am not accustomed 
to be refused admittance to the departments of my 
own university. I am Professor Premice, of the 
Chair of Mental Philosophy, — Professor Theophras- 
tus Premice." He felt for his cards, but he had 
used the last one in his wallet. 

" You might be, and you might n't," replied the 
janitor grimly. " I never heard tell of you that I 
know of. My orders are not to admit, and I do 
not admit." 

" You are unlawfully detaining and torturing my 
dog ! " gasped the professor. " I demand my pro- 
perty at once ! " 

" We have such a lot of these cases," answered 
the janitor wearily. "We hain't got your dog. 
We don't take gentlemen's dogs, nor ladies' pets. 
And we always etherize. We operate very tenderly. 
You hain't produced any evidence or authority, and 
I can't let you in without." 

"Be so good," urged the professor, restraining 
himself by a violent effort, " as to bear my name to 


some of the faculty. Say that I am without^ and 
wish to see one of my colleagues on an urgent 

" None of 'em 's in just now but the assistant de- 
monstrator/' retorted the janitor, without budging, 
" He 's experimenting on a — well, he 's engaged 
in a very pretty operation just now, and cannot be 
disturbed. No, sir. You had better not touch the 
door. I tell you, I do not admit nor permit. Stand 
back, sir ! " 

The professor stood back. He might have entered 
the lecture room by other doors, but he did not 
know it ; and they were not visible from the spot 
where he stood. He had happened on the labora- 
tory door, and that refused him. He staggered out 
to his cab, and sank down weakly. 

" Drive me to my lawyer ! " he cried. " Do not 
lose a moment — if you love her ! " 

It was eleven o'clock of the following morning ; 
a dreamy June day, afloat with color, scent, and 
warmth, as gentle as the depths of tenderness in the 
human heart, and as vigorous as its noblest aspira- 

The students of the famous medical school of the 


University of St. George were crowding up the 
flagged walk and the old granite steps of the col- 
lege; the lecture room was filUng; the students 
chatted and joked profusely, as medical students do, 
on occasions least productive of amusement to the 
non-professional observer. There chanced to be 
some sprays of lily of the valley in a tumbler set 
upon the window sill of the adjoining physiological 
laboratory, and the flower seemed to stare at some- 
thing which it saw within the room. Now and then, 
through the door connecting with the lecture room, 
a faint sound penetrated the laughter and conversa- 
tion of the students, — a sound to hear and never to 
forget while remembrance rang through the brain, 
but not to tell of. 

The room filled ; the demonstrator appeared sud- 
denly, in his fresh, white blouse ; the students be- 
gan to grow quiet. Some one had already locked 
the door leading from the laboratory to the hallway. 
The lily in the window looked, and seemed, in the 
low June wind, to turn its face away. 

" Gentlemen," began the operator, '^ we have be- 
fore us to-day a demonstration of unusual beauty 
and interest. It is our intention to study " — here 
he minutely described the nature of the operation. 


" There will be also some collateral demonstrations 
of more than ordinary value. The material has been 
carefully selected. It is young and healthy," ob- 
served the surgeon. " We have not put the subject 
under the usual anaesthesia," — he motioned to his 
assistant, who at this point went into the laboratory, 
— " because of the importance of some preliminary 
experiments which were instituted yesterday, and to 
the perfection of which consciousness is conditional. 
Gentlemen, you see before you " — 

The assistant entered through the laboratory door 
at this moment, bearing something which he held 
straight out before him. The students, on tiered 
and curving benches, looked down from their amphi- 
theatre, lightly, as they had been trained to look. 

'' It is needless to say," proceeded the lecturer, 
"that the subject will be mercifully disposed of 
as soon as the demonstration is completed. And 
we shall operate with the greatest tenderness, as 
we always do. Gentlemen, I am reminded of a 
story " — 

The demonstrator indulged in a little persiflage at 
this point, raising a laugh among the class; he 
smiled himself ; he gestured with the scalpel, which 
he had selected while he was talking ; he made three 



or four sinister cats with it in the air^ preparatory 
cuts, — an awful rehearsal. He held the instrument 
suspended, thoughtfully. 

"The first incision" — he hegan. "Follow me 
closely, now. You see — Gentlemen ? Gentlemen ! 
Really, I cannot proceed in such a disturbance — 
What is that noise ? " With the suspended scalpd 
in his hand, the demonstrator turned impatiently. 

" It 's a row in the corridor," said one of the stu- 
dents. " We hope you won't delay for that, doctor. 
It 's nothing of any consequence. Please go ahead." 

But the locked door of the laboratory shook vio- 
lently, and rattled in unseen hands. Voices clashed 
from the outside. The disturbance increased. 

" Open ! Open the door ! " Heavy blows fell 
upon the panels. 

" In the name of humanity, in the name of mercy, 
open this door ! " 

"It must be some of those fanatics," said the 
operator, laying down his instrument. " Where is 
the janitor ? Call him to put a stop to this." 

He took up the instrument with an impetuous 
motion ; then laid it irritably down ag^. The at- 
tention of his audience was now concentrated upon 
the laboratory door, for the confusion had redoubled^ 


At the same time feet were heard ^proaehing the 
students* entrance to the lecture room. One of the 
jOMTkg men took it upon himself to lock that door 
also, which was not the custom of the place ; hut he 
found no key, and two or three of his classmates 
joined him in standing against the door, which they 
barricaded. Their blood was up, — they knew not 
why ; the fighting animal in them leaped at the 
mysterious intrusion. There was every prospect of 
a scene unprecedented in the history of the lecture 

The expected did not happen. It appeared that 
some unsuccessful effort was made to force this door^ 
but it was not prolonged; then the footsteps re- 
treated down the stairs, and the demiand at the labo- 
ratory entrance set in again, -this time in a new 
voice : — 

" It is an officer of the court ! There is a search- 
warrant for stolen property ! Open in the name of 
the Law ! Open this door in the name of the 
Commonwealth ! " 

Now the door sank open, was burst open, or was 
unlocked, — in the excitement, no one knew which 
or how, — and the professor and the lawyer^ the 
officer and the search-warrant, fell in. 


The professor pushed ahead^ and strode to the 
operating table. 

There lay the tiny creature, so daintily reared, so 
passionately beloved ; he who had been sheltered in 
the heart of luxury, like the little daughter of the 
house herself ; he who used never to know a pang 
that love or luxury could prevent or cure ; he who 
had been the soul of tenderness, and had known 
only the soul of tenderness. There, stretched, 
bound, gagged, gasping, doomed to a doom which 
the readers of this page would forbid this pen to 
describe, lay the silver Yorkshire, kissing his vivi- 
sector's hand. 

In the past few months Loveliness had known to 
the uttermost the matchless misery of the lost dog 
(for he had been sold and restolen more than 
once) ; he had known the miseries of cold, of hun- 
ger, of neglect, of homelessness, and other torments 
of which it is as well not to think ; the sufferings 
which ignorance imposes upon animals. He was 
about to endure the worst torture of them all, — 
that reserved by wisdom and power for the dumb, 
the undefended, and the small. 

ThQ of&cer seized the scalpel which the demon- 
strator had laid aside, and slashed through the 


straps that bound the victim down. When the gag 
was removed, and the little creature, shorn, sunken, 
changed, almost unrecognizable, looked up into his 
master's face, those cruel walls rang to such a cry 
of more than human anguish and ecstasy as they 
had never heard before, and never may again. 

The operator turned away; he stood in his 
butcher's blouse and stared through out of the lab- 
oratory window, over the head of the lily, which re- 
garded him fixedly. The students grew rapidly 
quiet. When the professor took Loveliness into 
his arms, and the Yorkshire, still crying like a hu- 
man child that had been lost and saved, put up his 
weak paws around his master's neck and tried to 
kiss the tears that fell, unashamed, down the cheeks 
of that eminent man, the lecture room burst into a 
storm of applause ; then fell suddenly still again, as 
if it felt embarrassed both by its expression and by 
its silence, and knew not what to do. 

"Has the knife touched him — anywhere?" 
asked the professor, choking. 

" No, thank God ! " replied the demonstrator, 
turning around timidly; "and I assure you — our 
regrets — such a mistake " — 

"That will do, doctor," said the professor. 


^^ Gentiezaeji^ let me pass, if you please. I have no 
tune to lose. There is one waiting for this little 
ereatur^ who " — 

He did not finish his sentence, but went out 
from among them. As he passed with the shorn 
and quiyering dog in his arms, the students rose to 
their feet. 

He stopped the cab a hundred feet away, went 
across a neighbor's lot, and got into the house by 
the back door, witiii the Yorkshire hidden under his 
coat. The doctor's buggy stood at the curbstone 
in front. The Httle girl was so weak that morn- 
ing — what might not have happened ? 

The father felt, with a sudden sickness of hearty 
that time had hardly converged more closely witit 
fate in the operating room than it was narrowing in 
his own home. The cook shrieked when she saw 
him come into the kitchen with the half-hiddeQ 
burden in his arms ; and Kathleen ran m, panting. 

" Call the doctor," he commanded hoarsely, 
'' and ask him what we shall do." 

All the stories that he had ever read about joy 
that killed blazed through his brain. He dared 
neither advance nor retreat, but stood in the mid- 


die of the kitchen^ stupidly. Then he saw that the 
quick wit o£ Kathleen had got ahead of him ; for 
she was on her knees arranging the crimson blan- 
kets in the empty basket. Between the three, they 
gently laid the emaciated and disfigured dog into 
his own bed. Nora cried into the milk she was 
warming for the little thing. And the doctor 
came in while Loveliness feebly drank. 

" Wait a minute/' he said, turning on his heel. 
He went back to the room where the child lay 
among the white pillows, with her hand upon the 
empty gray satin cushion. Absently she stroked 
one of the red puppies whose gold eyes gazed for- 
ever at the saucer of green milk. She lay with her 
lashes on her cheeks. It was the first day that she 
had not watched the street. Her mother, sitting 
back at the door, was fanning her. 

" Adah ! " said the doctor cheerily. " We Ve 
got something good to tell you. Your father has 
found — there, there, my child! — yes, your father 
has found him. He looks a little queer and home- 
sick—guess he's missed you some — and you 
must n't mind how he looks, for — you see, Adah, 
we think he has Kved with a — with a barber, and 
got shaved for nothing ! " added the doctor stoutly. 


The doctor had told his share of professional fibs 
in his day^ like the most of his race ; but I hope he 
was forgiven all the others for this one's merciful 
and beautiful sake. 

"Come, professor!" he called, courageously 
enough. But his own heart beat as hard as the 
father's and the mother's, when the professor slowly 
mounted the stairs with the basket bed and the 
exhausted dog within it. 

" Jjoy^'li-ness ! " cried the child. It was the 
first loud word that she had spoken for months. 

Then they lifted the dog and put him in her 
arms; and they turned away their faces, for the 

sight of that reunion was all the nerve could bear. 

... . ••. .• 

So it was as it has been, and ever will be, since 
the beginning to the end of time. Joy, the Angel 
of Delight and Danger, the most precious and the 
most perilous of messengers to the heart that loves, 
came to our two little friends, and might have de- 
stroyed, but saved instead. 

The child was strong before the dog was; but 
both convalesced rapidly and sweetly enough. In 
a week Adah threw away her little crutch. Her 
lost voice returned, to stay. The pearl and the 



rose of her soft, invalid skin browned with the sum- 
mer sun. Peals of laughter and ecstatic barks re- 
sounded through the happy house. Little feet and 
little paws trotted together across the dew-touched 
lawn. Wonderful neck ribbons, — a new color 
every day, — tied by eager, small fingers upon the 
silver-gray throat of the Yorkshire, flashed through 
the bending shrubbery in pursuit of a Uttle glan- 
cing white figure in lawn dresses, with shade hat 
hanging down her back. The satin cushion with 
the embroidered puppies was carried out among the 
blushing weigelia bushes ; and the twain lived and 
loved and played, from day-start to twilight, in the 
live, midsummer air. 

Sometimes she was overheard conversing with 
the terrier, — long, confidential talks, with which 
no third person intermeddled. 

" Dearness ! Daintiness ! Loveliness ! Did you 
have a little baxet with blankets while you were 
away ? Preciousness ! Did they cut you meat and 
warm you soup for you, and comfort you? Did 
they ever let you out to shi-shiver in 'e wet and 
cold? Tell me, Dearest-in-'e-World ! Tell me, 
Love-li-ness ! Tell me all about it. Tell me about 
'e barber who shaved you hair so close, — was he 
kind to you ? " 


When Commencement was over^ and the town 
quiet and a little dull^ something of a festive nature 
was thought good for Adah ; and the doctor, who 
came only as a matter of occasional ceremony now, 
to see his patient running away from him, proposed 
a party ; for he was not an imaginative man, and 
could only suggest the conventional. 

" Something to take her mind off the dog for a 
little," he said. " We must avoid anything resem- 
bling a fixed idea." 

" Love is always a fixed idea," replied the pro- 
fessor of psychology, smiling. " But you may try, 

" I will arx Loveliness," said the child quietly. 
She ran away with the Yorkshire, and they sat 
among the reddening weigeKa bushes for some 
time, conversing in low tones. Then they trotted 
back, laughing and barking. 

" Yes, Papa, we '11 have a party. But it must be 
a io?;6liness party. Mamma. And we Ve decided 
who to arx, and all about it. If you would like to 
know, I '11 whisper you, for it 's a secret to Loveli- 
ness and me, until we think it over." 

Merrily she whispered in her mother's bending 
ear a list of chosen guests. It ran on this wise : — 


The f amUy. 

The carrier. 

Kathleen and Nora. 

The newsboy. 

The cabman. 

The doctor. 

Some of the neighbors* Kttle dogs and girls. 

Not boys, because they say ^' Sister boy ! '* and 
' Sickum ! " 

The president's white puppy. 

The president. 

Nobody else. 

Not the barber. 

" Here 's ' e invitation," she added with dignity, 
'^and we'll have a picture of him printed on his 
puppy cushion at ' e top, Papa." 

She put into her father's hand a slip of paper, on 
which she had laboriously and irregularly printed 
in pencil the following legend : — 

On Satterday, After Nune. 
if not stormy. 


At Home. 





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