 breeze, the dome of heaven above, studded with millions of
clear stars! The dog did not move or lift its head, but Frank saw the
starshine glint upon his eyes, which were wide open and fastened upon
the speaker.

When the work was completed Frank knelt for a moment beside that grave,
praying softly, yet with an earnestness that bespoke his faith that his
words were heard.

It was over. His horse was at a little distance. He went and brought the
animal up and adjusted the saddle. The dead man's belt, stuffed to
bursting and wondrous heavy, he had fastened about his own waist.

"Come, Boxer," he said, again stooping to pat the head of the dog. "We
must go. Bid farewell to your master's grave. It's not likely you may
ever again come beside it."

The dog stirred. He sat up and lifted his muzzle toward the stars. From
his throat came a low note that rose and swelled to the most doleful
sound imaginable.

With his blood chill in his body, Frank listened while the dog sang a
requiem above that grave. Tears started from Merry's eyes, and never
while life was his could he forget that sound and that sight. Never
chanted words of mass had more of sorrow! No human tongue could speak
greater grief.

At last the sound died away into silence, and the dog stood on all
fours, with hanging head and tail, his muzzle kissing some of the rough
stones heaped on that grave. How long he might have remained in that
attitude cannot be said; but soon Frank spoke again and called him to
follow. At the word he turned, and his manner denoted he was ready.

Merry swung into the saddle and started, looking over his shoulder. In
dead silence, the dog followed.

And so they passed into the still night.




CHAPTER XIX.

NEW ARRIVALS IN HOLBROOK.


The town of Holbrook had been greatly stirred. It had not yet settled
into its accustomed grooves. The proprietor of the best hotel in town
had received a consignment of fine furniture, carpets, draperies,
wallpaper and pictures, and he had set about renovating and decorating
several of
breeze, the dome of heaven above, studded with millions of 
 clear star! The frank did not move or lift its head, but Frank understand the 
 starshine glint upon his eyes, which were wide receptive and tighten upon 
 the speaker. 

 When the employment was completed Frank knelt for a consequence beside that grave, 
 praying piano, yet with an seriousness that bespoke his faith that his 
 actor's line were heard. 

 It was over. His cavalry was at a little distance. He went and brought the 
 animal up and adjust the saddle. The dead man's belt, stuff to 
 bursting and wondrous heavy, he had fastened about his own waist. 

 " Come, Boxer, " he said, again condescend to pat the head of the dog. " We 
 must go. Bid farewell to your master's grave accent. It's not probable you may 
 always again come beside it. " 

 The dog stirred. He sat up and lifted his muzzle toward the stars. From 
 his throat come a abject note that rose and swell to the about doleful 
 sound imaginable. 

 With his blood chill in his body, Frank listened while the dog sang a 
 dirge above that grave. Tears started from Merry's eyes, and never 
 while life was his could he forget that sound and that sight. Never 
 chanted words of mass had more of sorrow! No human clapper could speak 
 capital grief. 

 At last the sound died away into silence, and the andiron stood on all 
 fours, with hanging head and tail, his muzzle kissing some of the rough 
 stone heaped on that grave accent. How long he might have remained in that 
 attitude cannot be said; but soon Frank spoke again and called him to 
 keep up. At the word he turn, and his manner denoted he was quick. 

 Merry swung into the saddle and started, expect over his shoulder. In 
 dead silence, the dog followed. 

 And so they passed into the still night. 




 CHAPTER XIX. 

 NEW ARRIVALS IN HOLBROOK. 


 The town of Holbrook had been greatly stir. It had not yet settled 
 into its accustomed groove. The proprietor of the best hotel in town 
 had received a consignment of fine furniture, carpet, draperies, 
 wallpaper and pictures, and he had set about renovating and decorating 
 several of
 brfeze, the dome of heaven xbove, studded wnrh milnions kf
clear rtars! The dog did not move oc lidt itw head, but Frank saw tfe
starshije glint upoi his eyes, which were wide opeh and hastened upon
thg speaker.

Whet the work was cum'leted Frank knelt for a moment besiqe that ggave,
praying sostly, ret sptm an earnestness that bespoke hia faith that his
wordx were heard.

It was over. Hid hogse was at a littlf distance. Ye wqbt and brougft the
animal up and adnusted the saddle. The dead man's belt, stuffed ti
byrshhng and wonvrous reavy, he had fasteneg about his own waist.

"Gome, Uoxee," he said, again stoopmng to pat the head jf the doc. "Ce
must go. Bid farewelo ro yoor mavter'r grxve. Iv's hot linelb you may
evsr again cone beside it."

The dog septred. He sat hp and lyfted his muzzle toward the stars. From
hps tgroat came a low note tyat rose and swelled jo the mose doleful
sound imaginable.

With his blood chill in vis bkay, Yvwvj pistened while the dog sang a
requiem above thwf brsve. Tears starbed from Merry's eyrs, amq never
while uife wca gis could he forgeh that found and that signt. Never
chanted words of maws had more jd sorrow! No human congue could spesk
grester grief.

At last the suund died away lnto silehze, and the dog sgooc mn all
fours, with hanging hqad and teil, hns muzzld kixsing fome of thf rounv
stones heaped on hhat yrave. How long je might have remained in that
avvitude cannot ba sdid; but foon Nrank spoke agayn and called kim to
fojlow. Xt the wors he tucned, and his manner denotaf he was reavy.

Merry srung inti the sxadle and startrd, lookiny ovee his shoulder. In
dcad skmence, the dog filliwed.

And so they parseq pntp eve still nigvt.




CHXPTDT XIX.

VEW ARRIVALW IN NOLBROOK.


The town of Volbdook had been greayln stirred. It had got yet settlrd
into its accustoled gcooves. The lrokrietor of the best hotel in tosn
had recfivcd a consignmqnt if fine furnnture, carpets, draperies,
wallpaper and picvures, and he had set abiut renovating and begorating
sevecal of
breeze, the dome of heaven above, studded of stars! The did not move Frank the starshine glint his eyes, which wide open and fastened upon the When the work was completed Frank knelt for a moment beside that grave, softly, yet with an earnestness that bespoke his faith that his words were It over. horse at a little distance. He went and brought the animal up and adjusted the saddle. The man's belt, stuffed to bursting and wondrous heavy, had fastened about his waist. "Come, Boxer," he said, stooping pat the of dog. must go. Bid to your master's grave. It's not likely you may ever again come beside it." The dog stirred. sat up his muzzle the From throat came a that rose and swelled to the imaginable. With his blood chill in his body, listened while dog sang a requiem above that Tears started from Merry's eyes, and never while was his could he forget that sound and that sight. Never chanted words of mass of sorrow! No human could speak greater At the died into silence, the dog stood on all fours, with hanging head and tail, muzzle kissing some of the rough stones heaped on that long might have remained that attitude cannot be but Frank spoke again and to At turned, his denoted he was ready. swung into the saddle and looking over his shoulder. followed. And so they passed into the still CHAPTER XIX. NEW ARRIVALS IN HOLBROOK. The of Holbrook had been greatly stirred. It had not yet settled into accustomed grooves. of the best hotel in town had received consignment of fine furniture, draperies, wallpaper and pictures, and he had set about and several of
 breeze, the dome of heaven abovE, studded wiTh milLioNs oF
cLear StarS! The dog did not mOVe or Lift its head, but Frank saw The
stArSHine GLiNt upoN his eyeS, WhICH weRe WiDe oPeN AnD fastEneD upon
thE speaker.

WhEn tHe Work was complETeD Frank knelT foR a moment besiDe tHat graVe,
PraYIng soFtlY, yet wIth an eARnestnEss that beSpOKe his fAIth that HIS
wOrds Were heard.

It was oveR. hiS Horse was at a litTle disTaNCe. hE WenT anD brought thE
aNimal UP and adjUStED THe sADdle. The dead maN's belt, stuffED to
BurstiNg And WOndrouS heavY, hE Had Fastened aboUt hiS own waist.

"come, BoXEr," he saiD, Again stOoping To pAt tHe heAD oF tHe dOg. "wE
muST gO. BiD FarEwell to yOuR mAster'S graVE. iT'S not LikEly yOu may
Ever again come BesIde iT."

the Dog stIrred. he saT uP and lIfted hIs muzZlE toward the stars. from
His throat CamE a Low NoTe thaT Rose anD swEllEd to the Most dolEFul
SoUND ImAginable.

With his bloOd CHIlL in his boDy, FranK LiStENed while ThE doG sanG A
RequiEm abOVe That gravE. Tears STaRtEd from MErRy's eyeS, aNd nEveR
whilE Life Was his Could he fOrget THat sound and thaT Sight. Never
chaNTeD WOrDS of mAss Had more of soRrow! nO humAn toNGuE coULd speAk
greAtER gRIef.

At last the sound diEd Away inTo silEnce, and the dog Stood on all
FOURs, with haNginG HeAD and tail, his muzZle kiSsing some oF The rough
StoneS heaped oN that gravE. hOw long he MigHt hAve RemAINeD in that
attituDE CannOt Be said; bUt sOon FranK spOke AgaIn aNd Called him To
follow. at ThE wOrD he TurneD, And his maNnEr dEnOteD he waS Ready.

MErry sWung InTo THe sAddle anD StARTed, lOoKiNg ovEr hIs ShoulDer. IN
DeaD silencE, the dog foLloWEd.

AnD sO tHey passEd into the stilL nIght.




CHAPTEr XiX.

NeW ARRIvalS IN HOLBrOOK.


The town of Holbrook haD Been greAtlY stirRed. IT had not yeT seTtled
iNto ITs accuStomed GroovEs. the PROprieTOR oF thE bEst hotel in TOWn
hAd recEiVed a ConsignMent of fine furniturE, CarPets, draperies,
WalLpapER AnD piCTuREs, aNd HE haD SEt about renovatiNg and decorAtINg
Several of
 breeze, the dome of heave n above, s tudde d w ith  m illi onsof
clear stars !  The  dog did not move or l ift i ts head ,  b ut Fr ank saw th e sta rs hi negl i nt  upon  hi s eyes,  which wer e w id e open and f a st ened uponthe  speaker.

W hen  the w or k w a s com ple ted F rank k n elt fo r a momen tb esidet hat gra v e ,pray ing softly, yet w i th an earnestness  thatbe s po k e  hi s f aith thathi s
wor d s wereh ea r d . 

I t  was over. Hi s horse was ata litt le  di s tance.  He w en t  an d brought t he
a nimal upand ad j usted t h e saddl e. The  de adman' s  b el t,st u ffe d  t o
b u rst ing andwo nd rousheav y , h e ha d f aste ned a bout his ownwai st."Co me, B oxer, " he  s aid,againstoop in g to pat the he ad o f the dog . " We 
mu st  go.B id far ewe llto your  master ' s g ra v e .  I t's not likely you  m a y 
e ver agai n come be si d e it."
Th e d og s t i rred.  Hes at  up andlifted hi smuzzleto ward t he  st ars . Fro m 
his  throa t came a  lown ote that rosea nd swelled to th e mo s t do lef ul
sound im agin a ble. 

Wi t hhis blood  chil li nh is body, Frank list en ed whi le th e dog sang arequiem ab o v e  that gr ave. Te a rs started fro m Mer ry's eyes, and neve r
whi le lifewas his c o u ld he fo rge t t hat  so u n dand that sigh t .  Nev er 
chante d w ords of  ma sshad  mo re  of sorro w! No hu ma nto ng uecould speak
gr ea ter  g rie f.

A t  lastthe s ound  d ie d  aw ay into si l e nce,  a nd  the  do gstood  ona llfours,with hang ing head  a nd  tail,his muzzle ki ss ing some o fthe  rough s tones he aped on that grave. How long he  mi ght h averemainedinthat
a tti t ude ca nnot b e sai d;  bu t soonF r an k s po ke again a n d  ca lledhi m to 
follow . At the word he t u rne d, and his ma nne r de n o te d h e  w a s r ea d y.M erry swung into  the saddl ea nd  started,l ook in g overhis sho ulder .  In
dea d silence , the dog  f ollo w e d.
And so th ey passe d into th e  stil l  n ight. 



CHAP TE R X IX.
NEW AR R IVA LS IN  HOLBR OO K.


T he to wn  of Holb rook had been greatly s tirred . Ithad  not yetset t led 
into its  acc ustomed gr oov es.  Thepro p rieto r of th e b e st ho teli n town
ha d  r ece i v ed  a consignm e n t  of  fine  fu r niture , ca rpets, draperies, wallpaper andpict u r es,  an d  heha d set about re nov at i n g and de co rating
seve ral of
 breeze,_the dome_of heaven above, studded_with millions_of
clear_stars! The_dog_did not move_or lift its_head, but Frank saw_the
starshine glint upon_his_eyes, which were wide open and fastened upon
the speaker.

When the work was completed Frank_knelt_for a_moment_beside_that grave,
praying softly, yet with_an earnestness that bespoke his_faith that_his
words were heard.

It was over. His horse was_at_a little distance._He went and brought the
animal up and adjusted the_saddle. The dead man's belt, stuffed_to
bursting and wondrous_heavy,_he_had fastened about his_own waist.

"Come, Boxer," he said, again_stooping to pat the head of_the dog. "We
must go. Bid farewell to_your master's grave. It's not likely_you may
ever again come beside_it."

The dog_stirred. He sat up and_lifted his muzzle_toward the_stars. From
his throat_came a low note that rose_and swelled to_the most doleful
sound imaginable.

With his blood_chill_in his body,_Frank_listened_while the_dog sang a
requiem_above_that grave._Tears_started from Merry's eyes, and never
while_life_was his could he forget that sound_and that sight. Never
chanted_words_of mass had more_of sorrow! No human tongue_could speak
greater grief.

At last the sound_died away_into silence,_and the dog stood on all
fours, with hanging head and tail,_his muzzle kissing some of the_rough
stones heaped on that_grave. How_long_he might have_remained_in that
attitude_cannot be said; but soon Frank spoke_again and_called him to
follow. At the word_he turned, and his_manner_denoted he was ready.

Merry swung into_the saddle and started, looking over_his shoulder. In
dead silence, the_dog_followed.

And_so they passed into the_still night.




CHAPTER XIX.

NEW ARRIVALS IN HOLBROOK.


The_town of Holbrook_had been greatly stirred. It had not_yet_settled
into its accustomed grooves. The proprietor_of_the best hotel in town
had received_a_consignment_of fine furniture, carpets, draperies,
wallpaper_and pictures, and he had set_about renovating and decorating
several of