Identifier: stnicholasserial31dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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er. Then, seeing no sign of relenting in theJudges face, he went to the carriage and leapedin, with ears down — a disappointed knight-errant. The dog-catchers then carried off the strug- 298 THE JUDGE AND THE CUR. (Feb. gling, yelping Smuggler, and Tony, seeing thatremonstrance was useless, with dulled, unques-tioning submission to more suffering, went onputting the fruit into bags. The big policeman strolled over to the sideof the carriage. Poor little chap! he said. The dog wasall he had. The Judge cleared his throat. Such dogsare a nuisance, he began; but his voice wa- and went over to the restaurant, and soon awaiter brought him a bowl of soup and a hotpie; but the boy was dumb with misery. Whirling around in his brain was but onethought: Smuggler was gone, and he wouldnever see his little dog again. After that no-thing mattered. He did nt care whether hetook care of the stand or not. He would goaway somewhere and never come back. Whenthe man who owned the stand came that night,
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AND WHEN THE OLD DOG HAD LAID HIS HEAD ON HIS MASTERS KNEE AND LOOKED AT HIM WITH INQUIRING,LOVING EYES, THE JUDGE HAD MADE A DECISION. vered a little, and Emperor, noting the kindertone, turned on his master two beautiful, plead-ing eyes, and put a paw on the Judges knee. There s nothing to be done, I suppose ? mused the Judge, with his eyes on the distantwagon of the dog-catchers. No; unless you could go to the pound andpay his tax. Humph ! said the Judge, testily. Mydinner is waiting ; and then Johnson climbedin with the fruit, and they drove away. The big policeman tried to comfort Tony, he scolded and fussed, and finally struck at theboy; but the big policeman interfered. Stopthat, he said, or I 11 run you in. All night long, in his miserable bed, the boysobbed and slept, and dreamed that Smugglerwas back again, and woke to find his armsempty. He thought of Smuggler with the otheryelping, downcast, condemned dogs at thepound. He hoped they would not hurt him.He wondered if he mis

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