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Life and Immortality. 



Things resumed their wonted sway. Happiness reigned 

 once more in the family. Frisky's matutinal visits were as 

 though they had not been interrupted. His frolics had all 

 their former vivacity. The sin committed had been con- 

 doned, and he in splendid repute again. 



MY DOG FRISKY. 

 How He Greeted His Master. 



A week since his first wrong-doing had elapsed. Would 

 he repeat his plan of getting rid of the obnoxious bath ? 

 had never entered our minds. The day dawned bright and 

 lovely. All was bustle outside, and the slamming of shutters 

 told that the servant was astir in the kitchen. As was her 

 usual custom, the entry door was left open for Frisky. All 

 ears were on the stretch. There were no familiar signs. 

 The sharp, glad bark that always heralded his coming was 

 wanting, and so, too, the timing of little feet upon the stairs. 

 Not a sound of breathing, not a rustle of counterpane, was 

 heard. Still and motionless we all lay, till the minutes 

 seemed hours, and then came the thought that it was 



