A Touching Story.

Te Aroha News, Volume IV, Issue 170, 18 September 1886, Page 1

A Touching Story.

When, in 1866, my niece, Miss Janet S. H , was at the boarding school of Miss H -g, avenue de Neuilly, she had le?sons in painting from M. H n. At the beginning of the session, he told my niece a few anecdotes about his little Scotch terrier " Medore. 1 ' He was obliged to leave Paris for a time, and not being able to take the dog with him, left it in charge of a friend. By some curious change the friend was suddenly called to St Petersburg, and not knowing what to do with the little creature took it with hira f Both man and dog reached St Petersburg saiely ; but shortly after their arrival the dog was lost, and, though every effort was made to recover it, M. H n's friend was obliged to write and say that "Medore " was hopelessly lost. About the end of May. some months after the letter bad been received, M. ;ii came as usual to give his lesson. He seemed in great grief, and in broken accents asked to be excused from giving the lesson, ,as he was quite incapable of it. "My poor little dog !" was all that he could say for • some time. At last, being encouraged by his pupil's sympathy, he told the whole story. For some time a miserable, half -starved' dog covered With scars and bruises had persisted in scraping at v the door ; and the servant^, , being annoyed by • his persistence, kicked the dog repeatedly. , But' as soon is it recovered from its fall it .returned to the door and renewed its scratching. Whenever M. H. n entered or left the house,, the dog kept jumping upon him and | , try ing' to, attract, his attention. At last an idea flashed across his mind. Could this disreputable-looking animal be by any .possible 1 chance the dog -tfliich he had lost at St. Petersburg ? He nxed his eyes upon it and said "Medore!" The dog gave a piercing cry, and fell at his feet. * , He picked it up, carried it into the h'ou§e and laid it gently; on the soia: > But ".Medore'" was dead. >" " } Any one who can fail to appreciate the intense .pathos of this little story, the cruel trials to the little animal who had travelled alone those thousands of weary* miles to have to plead so long,to his own master ifbr recognition, andw the feelings of the poor master when he realised the' suffering Ire had caused to his faithful 'little dog-f-s>uffer-ing a hundred times more bitter, we venture to affirm, than the trials and privations of the ' road— tn^t , carry his heart in his bosom with ,a blind side for the animal World around him. — JPetland Revisited, t ,

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