Westmoorland College - Lupine Leaflet Yearbook (San Antonio, TX)

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12 LUPINE LEAFLET The Traitor U U U Gladys Hassell Tony sat on the ground, and dug his dirty little toes into the sand as he gazed reproachfully at a dirty little dog. You've gone back on me, Fib , he said. You ain't played fair. Despite the remarkable amount of human understanding that Fib possessed, he knitted his brows and wagged his tail perplexedly. The little boy continued, Jest because the cops hooked the old man, and we ain't got no 'place to stay nor nothin, to eat, you don't want to go with me no more. I guess you wanta stay. here an' hang aroun' Mis! Glanty's back door so she'll throw you some more bones, do you? Well. you can stay all right! You ain't my dog no more! You ain't my dog no more! No more, d'ye hear? - The little boy began to cry, and sank back, digging his toes deeper and deeper into the sand. The dog, with a bound, was beside the child, frantically licking his bare knee, which showed through a large rent in his faded and patched overalls. No , the child wailed as he roughly pushed him away, you ain't my dog no more. You've went back on me onct, but you ain't goin' to no more. I guess you don't remember how I took you in out of the cold, and cured you of the mange when it an' the fleas had almost et you upg and how you an' me hid under the back stairs when the old man would come home on one of his big drunks. An' after all o' that you've went back on me. You're worse'n the old man, Fib, you ain't got no honor! But you'd rather stay on'- Here Fib began to paw at his little master, and in his yelpings and barkings, he seemed to implore forgiveness for his inconstancy, but Tony was ruthless. Oh, you needn't try to spring any 0' that bunk on me. lt's too late now. When l started to leave the house to-day, after the cops had gone, you didn't want to come from Mis' Glanty's backyard. She had plenty o' bones, an' l didn't have none, so you wanted to stay. O, I seen it in your eyes! I seen it in your eyes! Then the forlorn little boy's sobs broke out afresh, and his ragged, little form shook violently. You been the only thing I had to love since mom died , the child continued. An' now you ain't got no honor. You've went back on me. Oh! I wisht you hadn't come, I wisht mom hadn't died, and I wisht the cops hadn't got the old man! Suddenly realizing that the night was coming on, the little boy rose from the ground, and led his dog away. ' l'll take you over and put you in Mis' Glanty's chicken house, an' then I'll hike out. She'll be tickled pink to git you, au' I don't care. But the little dog, thinking all was well, trotted on happily at his master's side. It was dark when the pair reached Mrs. GIanty's backyard. Tony opened the door of the empty chicken house, and started to push Fib inside. Oh, I can't do it , he whimpered as he crushed the dog to his tense little body. I can't do it. You went back on me, but maybe you wouldn't again. The dog wagged his tail in answer, and as Tony arose, Mrs. Glanty's back door was opened, and a bone was thrown into the yard. Fib gave a yelp, and struggled to free himself from the child's arms. Tony turned, tenderly placed the dog inside the chicken house, and closed the door. Yes, he'd do it again , he said stolidly, and without a backward glance, he turned and trudged off into the night.