THE COLNTBY BOY 75 



all the glass and breaking it and brought us 

 the knife. 



An actor finally offered me $100 for Duff. 

 JNIv father came to Portland to see me about 

 accepting the offer. We talked it over one day 

 on the Stark street ferry. Duff was with us 

 and we thought he knew what we were talking 

 about. He looked as sad as father, and I felt 

 I couldn't bear to sell him, though I couldn't 

 imagine anything that one hundred dollars 

 wouldn't buy. 



Father said life was made up of such sor- 

 rows and disappointments; that while nothing 

 could be finer than to spend a lifetime with a 

 dog of such wonderful intelligence and sym- 

 pathy, still a hundred dollars at compound 

 interest at 10 per cent, for twenty years would 

 buy so-and-so and so-and-so, and that in the 

 professional life Duff was leading he might 

 be stolen. 



I was about to agree. All this time Duff 

 had stood between us, his eyes on the floor. I 

 spoke to him and he raised his head slowly and 

 looked at father full in the eye. 



In that look he saved us. Father turned to 

 me and said: 



