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merchandise store, but did not deign to give the 

 Sons of Temperance headquarters a passing glance. 



The interested passengers had by this time 

 thrown up the sashes of the Pullman and were 

 shouting suggestions to the little dog, to which it 

 paid as little heed as it did to the Sons of Temper- 

 ance. 



When the animal reached the "Blind Tiger" 

 barroom the train was awakening from its trance; 

 squeaking noises issued from the wheels and his- 

 sings from the air brakes. The dog's tail was 

 drooping between its legs and its body was be- 

 spattered with rain, but the moment its wet nose 

 touched the knob of this saloon door a wonderful 

 change took place. 



The creature was transfigured. Its tail wagged 

 energetically and the animal leaped into the air, 

 frisked about and emitted barks of delight. It 

 acted as if it was greeting the real presence of some 

 person. After its first transports of joy had passed 

 it sought shelter from the rain under a wooden 

 bench. 



As the train pulled out the dog could be seen 

 comfortably curled up, its nose resting between its 

 front paws, its intelligent eyes fastened expectantly 

 upon the closed door, and its tail slowly and con- 

 tentedly thumping the board-walk. 



THE STORY WITHOUT WORDS WAS TOLD. 



The faithful yellow dog had located its master, 

 and we all knew that the man was not a member 

 of the Sons of Temperance. 



