A STRING OF DOG TALES 303 



Not long since an old friend of mine by the 

 name of Spin joined the Great Majority crossed 

 the Divide where all the pony tracks point one 

 way. Like many other celebrated persons my 

 friend's fame only came after he was dead and 

 buried. Although Spin's portrait is today pub- 

 lished in almost every magazine, painted in oil, 

 and prized by a wealthy corporation, exhibited in 

 show windows and emblazoned in gigantic size on 

 bill boards, poor Spin's bones rest in an unmarked 

 grave in Pike County, Pennsylvania, the location 

 of which is known to only a few, a very few of 

 his old friends. 



Even his greatest admirers do not know the 

 name of this famous person and only two or three 

 persons know that he is dead. 



SUCH is FAME! 



yet every library in this country and in every 

 other country possesses dozens of portraits of my 

 old friend Spin and his bright, intelligent counte- 

 nance is as familiar to the readers of this book as 

 that of George Washington. Wherever printed 

 papers and magazines go there is to be found the 

 portrait of the 



FAMOUS MR. SPIN. 



When I first met him, the hero of this story was 

 in the prime of life, but, of course, I only remem- 



