B ALD Y OF NOME 



were engulfed, almost crushed, in the 

 struggling mass of humanity that hemmed 

 them around. Kid, quiet and indifferent, 

 took no heed of these outbursts; Tom, 

 anxious as usual to be in the limelight, 

 glanced about and selecting the District 

 Attorney, who was known to be a great 

 admirer of the team, jumped upon him 

 demanding recognition. The people 

 laughed and gave three cheers for Tom 

 and his friend; but Baldy did not even re- 

 sent this little play for public favor, for 

 "Scotty," feeling the dog pressing against 

 him, had just looked down and said, 

 "Good old Baldy, we might have had a 

 different tale to tell if it had not been for 

 you !" And so Baldy's first great race was 

 over, and he had made good. 



He experienced a contentment quite 

 new to him, and his time was no longer 

 spent in brooding over the shortsighted- 

 ness of a world which, till now, had ap- 



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