Evening Star Newspaper, April 12, 1925, Page 66

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, Bobby Bruce and The Two Humans BY ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE. HE late Februa half-light trick huge, barn-like Madison Squar was the third minster Kennel Club show, an event as clas: as the Derby the event that decid year the right lack place in caninedom’s pe 2,000 pedigreed dogs The various breeds were segreg: in sections of their owr den’s center several in by reddish wood and the judging ring, the of the dog.world To other specialties was added the exhibition jumping of nificent borzois hounds, Mountainous been reared in the over these seemingly stacles of eaping Of the and the was the and mw ewly acquired pet of Loris already had won in the regular, borzoi cl purple. and bbon as well a line the high sexte peer snow White res for one Small S viewed ing session wonder thar leaping in this his pride of hers, flushed and her swer to the ripples plause that greeted So raptly did she view that she felt a distinct jar of an ance when Mrs. Hathaw touched her on the turned with no very obedience to the sum her aunt stood a tallis! and haggard, whose w slumped with fatigue o side the man collie, tawny and white, orrowful snowy little forepaws. Ruth Ferrol scarcely the and accord attention to his maste Hathaway was introd own next-door neighbor t Capt. Richard Malve called the name. Vag remembered hearing | that Malvern had France with two dog wour with the after effects of gassing; was still much of an invalid that he and had outdoor life u Ruth found a Iving majestically sat there, waiting been command 1 he be chair &t for the contest which should add Jist his stoo out as r to her pet's Dick Malvern, with boredly beside him ¥ looked worn tarill of sharp pity She longed yet something would be hurt at such weakness. The wish clous to him, hdwever, ments later she let spill over to the exten in it his collie. “He's magnificent! Ing across to pat the he “What's his nam Bobby Bruc i e Dick simply sitive dog, I'd him. It' torture to hin “Not to Loris,” denie enjoys v minute of wolfhounds dc said Malvern. “They— He hecked him strolled a never 2 halt in front of the two dogs. stranger was thickset A straggly, red-gray the lower half of his Ruth glanced at him ished a brief inspection then turned to bend Bruce. She knew he w “special cl b y, he was a person of some importance or he cou gained ingress to the ri * * ox % NTENTLY he gazed at Then, with practi took the collie’s head between his two Bobby started 1y at this familiarity and shot a dis- gnarled hands. approving glance at handler. But instantly began to wag and a friendliness lighted his somber eyes. exclaimed Ruth i “Why taking advantage freemasonry which enter upon tlon, “why, “No,” answ “But he kno he knows I recognize when I see one. That's are friends already type. T h of- “Oh, he to correct Malvern He's a dear, isn't he “A ‘dear repeated man, quizzically, as he of he knows 0 ered & I'm a co! ven't his m mine “He isn't him i & SINOLE HAVE OF DICK'S A ded for that his mighty ome been one steady elf ss the ring and came to idly ry cled auditorium of | c e Gai Ly of t s anm in ibu the of erag At inclosures, d wire. supre »me Russian rri ring's cente impagsab wolfhounds large jumper St-gray Ruth thre asse rve And presently the specials in the exploi splen: & Loris’ [ way shoulder. good grace mons. h you vide with ch save ed 1t r, wh ucing uely, hor nd str ed to whol wi her f th im of v d Rut she sn to offer him told notic made her d a her graciou toof i he sa dog’s e, a had known strain a four-day show puts on a have st d Ru it I've I as and eard scrag, of L over 1ld ng. n Bobh ed to his v the dog's tail glint he permits peog og talk without introduc- H lite m why He's I compliment you on him teh t Ruth belongs But you're right about him. laid his hand | was In rformance. illnéss. in turn, stood a shaggy the v b 1th as ternoon’s into the rden. It he West- | wal dog | its way | rban, an | coming | ght to a| for some ted the Gar- shut marked | me cour ! my six mag- wolf- had and was ers borzoi of all Loris, Ferrol ribbons and the winner's was several south- mistress ts with did 1 sid riumph her aunt, Ruth in Beside th, palid houlders Be- deep-set, est and @ glance tle o om Mrs as her coun- h re- she say from and me lead an th pat Loris she an- ictories. pacing | h felt a niled up her he of his gra- mo- ng her fow nelud id, lean- splendid nswered the brought retch of “He heard,” a man The elderly covered gy face he fin- oris and Bobby t one of judges. ot have Bruce puch, he ight- mknown of true d an at he the man And collie and 1 true miss. Nlh Satae hurried to Mr. bearded | or as her escort on drive or tramp or Two Enemies in the Canine World Find a Common Foe. upraised silken 1 heard a tourist Canyon ‘cunning.’ Thanks, sir, for letting me pet him. “I saw you studylng this wolf- hound,” put in Ruth demurely, anxious to miss no meed of praise for her own cherished pet. “He's a beauty, | too. isn't | He's a on Bobby's head. “Well, once Il the Grand again is." gravely “beauty.’ “Loris is a great Malvern, wholly f Ruth’s runipled fe “In what way?" challenged man. “Loo at that borzoi's head! Between the ears it's no wider than palm. Where are you going to get brain space In a head like that?” “I'm sorry you don’t care for my dog,” said Ruth stiffly. “I beg your pardgn,” interrupted the man in hasty contrition. “I| didn’t know he was yours. I'm sorry. Good-bye.” With another furtive collie’s upthrust head, blunderer was gone. * % “ ELL, Bobby friend.” marked Dick, seeking to cover Ruth’s discomfort “you've made a new admirer here today. Bobby, that was Angus McGilead. He knows dogs’ souls as well their bodies, so his friends say.” The “variety” class was the ring’s center at last. The seven contestants at the rasped | order, Walk vour dogs, please,” pa-4 raded the ring. From the center the two specialty judges watched the shambling progress. Then came the word to halt, and the dogs, singly and in pairs, were inspec for points and for showing ability. Loris showed gloriously Bohby Bruce miserably. Which was all the good it di either of them, for an airedale won the $15 ‘special.” | Neither the collfe nor the wolfhound was placed. “Do you suppose it's true that wi hounds aren’t as clever as collies asked the gl *“I've h Loris only a month. My father gave him to me because he said Loris went so well with my Christmas furs.” “But what a pity you didn't have a set of fox or sable furs!” exclaimed Malvern “Then Mr. Ferrol might have given you collie to go with them.” onh grateful leather conceded the man and that's all.” dog.” spoke r the sake ngs. up of the on the bearded pat the old re- | called’ to f- a she laughed. “I ought to be he didn’t try to match my coat with a Mexican hairless And, after all, I'd lots rather wolfhound than a collie—if you don’t mind my saying so—except when a collie looks up into my face, the way vour dog is looking now Then I always seem to a soul shining somewhere behind his eves— a soul I don't find other dog: Still, what is a soul compared wit the matching of one’s furs? L WINTER had gone in one final influen slush and sleet before Malvern and Miss Ferrol chanced to meet again. And by his doctor’s stern orders Dick had spent the rest of the Winter at his little country place, where he could be out of doors 10 hours a day and get to bed by 9 o'clock at night Ruth had gone South in early March.. Nor did she come North again until Spring. Then, a bit tired | from the season’s rush, she accepted her aunt’s invitation to spend a month at the Hathaway place, there to loaf and to steady her Winter-worn nerves. It was ou the night rival that her aunt, seeking to 1 the monotony of the girl's visit vited Dick Malvern to dinner. And the next day Ruth and the newly re- covered Invalid went for a three-hour horseback ride. Thereafter, three or four times a aveek, Malvern managed to see her, either at her aunt's home of business ic orgy of out after her ar- hten in- gallop. To the ma to be dawning, poetical traditions in_history. Bobby Bruce was less happy. Ever since Dick's return from France the collie had had his adored master in sole and undlvided chumship. But now, more often than not. Malvern was away from home for hours at a time. And on the few walks Bobby was allowed to take with him Ruth was almost always along to claim Dick's entire attention and to leave him not a word or a thought for his worshiping dog. The sensitive collie felt instinc- tively that a queer change of some sort had been creeping gradually over his master. Vaguely he assoclated the change with Ruth. And the dog was unhappy Then came a new element of an- novance into Bobby Bruce's daily life The big meadow which divided the Hathaway place from Malvern's less pretentious grounds had been his fa- vorite rambling spot. And now Bobby Bruce could no longer disport him- self there, because the man who owned it had chosen to turn it into & grazing place for a huge and murder- ous-tempered Hereford bull. The moment Bobby set foot in the meadow the bull was certain to come thundering down at him. So far as actual peril was concerned, the collie about as much danger from the Springtime seemed according to the best for the first time L3 N\ % N\ | walking,” the bull as was one of the stripe- winged mayfiles that tormented the monster's brookside cud-chewing. No bull could keep up a race with Bobby Bruce's fiving white paws. No bull could wheel or maneuver fast enough to catch him in a corner. The fence bars were wide enough apart to let Bobby wiggle through to the safety of his master's land whenever the chase waxed too hot or too annoying. . * S WE'LL have another outsider be- sides Bobby next time we go sald Ruth one evening as Melvern was starting for home. “Dad wrote me that he Is sending Loris here tomorrow morning He says the poor fellow is dreadfully bothered by the heat,in town.’ Dick was not at all interested in Loris, except as the borzoi was a part and a parcel of Ruth Ferrol's whims. And an hour later he had forgotten that the dog Wwas coming to the country ¢ In the morning his idle steps led | him, as usual after breakfast, in the general direction bf the Hathaway place. Skirting the bull-infested | meadow, with Bobby Bruce gambol- | ing in front of him, he breasted a | leafy ridge to one side of the fleld At the summit Bobby came to an | abrupt halt, sniffing the windy air Jeep in his throat he growled softly At the same time ther® came to| Dick the sound of crackling bushes | in the little glade just beneath him.| He paused beside the snffing dog and looked down. There, a hundred vards away and moving briskly along through knee-deep Spring under- growth, was Ruth Ferrol. She was walking with the free, spring¥ stride that Dick loved. The huge Russian wolfhound was trotting proudly along at her side. The two made a strik- ingly pretty picture against the back- ground of pale green follage, the sun in their faces, the Spring wind in their eyes. Dick Malvern's convalescent heart began to beat with a new irregularity at the sight. Bobby Bruce, less ro- mantic, growled again, this time in gruff challenge to the approaching borzoi. The wind bore a faint echo of the growl to Ruth. She paused in her swinging walk and glanced upward. Then, catching sight of the two fig- ures silhouetted on the skyline above her, she waved a greeting. Like a dog to the whistle, Dick broke into a run and came down the | slope at full speed toward the girl. | Loris, seeing the tempestuous ad- vance of the-man and beholding the collie frisking along in front, showed all of his 42 white teeth in a snarl of menace Dick did not heed the warn- ng. But Bobby Bruce heeded it The collie checked his own gay canter and came to a stiff-legged trot head down, ruff a-bristle. Then, not- ing that his slower gait was making him drop behind the running man and that Dick must thus come unde- fended upon the threatening borzoi Bobby flashed into a spurt of whirl- wind speed that brought him to the foot of the slope, well ahead of Mal- vern and directly between him and Loris. “Dow Ruth was chiding wolfhound. “Quiet, Loris!” The borzoi at the terse command dropped back to his mistress' side But hiis eyes were not friendly as they followed the advance of the two on- comers, and his long lips were wrinkled into something that looked like a smile but which was not a smile. J_ORIS was not in the best of humor today. His restoration to his mistress, it is true, had relieved him from the city life he loathed, but it meant the return, too, of discipline. Mr. Ferrol and the servants had not cared whether he minded or .dls- obeyed. He had been left to do pretty much as he might choose. No one had been sufficiently interested in him to enforce obedlence. Today all was unpleasantly different. Ruth had a habit of insisting on obedience—a habit that galled Loris. He had seen little of her and he had not vyet learned to love her. But she had managed to make him understand she must be obeved. And she had done it by personality and quiet firmness, not by beatings. Which made the lesson all the more effective. Sulkily he watched while Ruth greeted Malvern and while the man and the girl exchanged an eager vol- ley of talk. Then his sullen glance strayed toward Bobby Bruce. The collie at a brief word from the running Malvern had relaxed his poiss of armed defense and had dropped back to his master's side. He stood there now with his plumed tall interestedly awag and his upturned eyes fixed invitingly on the face of the girl. He was waiting for her to notice his presence, as usual, by a word or a pat. The tall wolfhound also interested Bobby. The collie did not like the gleam in the borzof's eves, nor that glimpse of white teeth beneath the upcurled lip. Indeed, he did not like anything at all about the beautiful Lorls. But a curt word of command from Malvern had been enough to make him leave the unfriendly stranger alone. Wherefore, Bobby her * ok A&ummmmmwgwn | started to the rescue. | &tr1 ignored the borzoi and fixed his eager attention on Ruth. Presently his waiting was reward- ed. Ruth’s gaze, dropping confus- edly under Malvern's eager eves, rested for the first time on Bobby Bruce. She stretched out her hand to pat him, speaking to him at the same time in the cooingly affection- ate tone that the collie loved. Loris broke in on her caress with a growl. The wolfhound was keenly jealous of any one's attention to any other dog than himself. He showed his resentment by look and by voice. “Quiet, Loris! called Ruth sharply, mortified at her dog’s rudeness. She enforced her command this time with a flick of her glove across the borzoi's long nose. The sting and the public humilia- tion were too much for Loris' ill- disciplined and frayed temper. With a wolf snarl, he snapped ferociously at_the girl's receding hand The attack was so sudden, so wholly unforeseen, that Ruth had neither time nor presence of mind to avoid it. The long, rending eye-teeth threatened to meet in her soft palm before she could grasp the idea that her temperamental pet had turned on her. With a cry of dismay, Ruth s0ught to snatch her hand from the swift peril. Dick Malvern, too, Both man and were far t0o slow to avert the mishap. But Bobby Bruce was not Perhaps the collie had read Loris' eyes in the momentary interval be- tween the flick of the glove and the snap of the murderous jaws. Perhaps he acted only on the uncanny instinct of his breed. In either case, he flung himself forward like a furry catapult just as the borzol struck. And the flashing teeth burfed themselves in the collie’s shoulder instead of in the girl's hand ; An instant later collie and wolf- hound were gripped in an embrace. They reared and tore and snarled and grappled and snapped in the throes of a highly meloramatic and vulgar dog fight. The borzoi had the advantage of helght and of weight. Also his smoldering temper was finding a legit mate outlet at last. But a collie has ways of his own in battle—ways that make him anything but a pleasant or reliable opponent. Bobby Bruce was fighting as fought his earliest an- cestors—and Loris’ hereditary foes, the wolves. Ruth, in surprise and terror back, close, deliciously close Malvern Oh!" she gas Make them stop “Bobby!" shouted self into the fray. The volce pierced the battle mists in Bobby Bruce’s brain. Bobby was having a beautiful time. He hated the thought of desfSting. Yet from earliest puppyhood Malvern's lightest command had been his life law. Re- luctantly, he leaped back to his mas- ter's side And Loris, foaming of jaw, madly after him. Malvern scarce had time to step between the combatants, thrusting back the raging borzoi, before Loris’ teeth had raked the man's forearm. Dick, heedless of the brulsing pain, caught the wolfhound by the throat with his one free hand and pinioned the madly struggling brute. All Dick’s prowess was taxed by the ef- fort to hold him, shrank to Dick ed. “Stop them! Dick, throwing hi sprang * % % % RL'TH shaking off her terror, ran forward. Taking from her pocket the borzoi's chaln and leather leash; she clamped its end into the ring of Loris’ collar, disregarding cry of protest at the danger she ran from the wildly snapping jaws. Then deftly she wound the leash’s other end about the tough trunk of a little oak sapling. “There!” she exclaimed as strained, howling, at his bonds. fe now Whatever made such a thing, T wonder. She broke off, shuddering a little from reaction and staring perplexedly at the leashed wolfhound. Dick Mal- vern took advantage of her momen- tary absorption to pick up the Spring overcoat he had dropped and to hang it hurriedly over his torn sleeve. And he replied as Ruth turned her un- happy gaze from Loris to him: “Just a brainstorm And you'd been away so long that you'd lost a bit of Your control over him. He'll be all right when he's had a few minutes to quiet down.” “But why should I have lost control over him just by being away three months?’ she demanded, the shock ruffling her nerves. “You told me that Bobby Bruce hadn't forgotten you or a single thing you had taught him all the whole year you were in Franc “Oh,” explained Dick incautiously, “that's different. You see, Bobby Bruce is—Bobby Bruce. Besides, he's a collie. And—-— “And just because poor Loris is a wolfhound, of course, he. “Hold on!” laughed Dick. “You're probably remembering what McGilead said at the show. McGilead is a Scotchman. And so he’s prejudiced in favor of collies. There are lots of collies that have been so badly brought up that they aren’t worth their salt. And there are lots of splendid wolfhounds that—" He completed his sentence by a caveman demonstration that was wholly impromptu. With a gasp he snatched the amazed girl bodily from the ground and swung her behind him, deep into the hazel thicket on whose edge they had been standing. In the copse’s center grew a dwarf hickory with gnarled and low-flung limbs. A single heave of Dick’s arms and Ruth was seated precariously on one such limb, five feet above ground. Then it was that the much-jostled Ruth saw what he had seen and heard a half second earlier—2,000 pounds of | Loris “He's him do Malvern's | solid beef which was hurtling toward them from the direction of the nearby meadows. B i 'HE bull was in a particularly vil- lainous humor this morning. A cloud of mayflies had been stinging him for nearly an hour. They had turned his back and chest and the tender skin of his throat inte one anguished expanse of burning and itching. While he had been snorting and rolling in a vain effort to banish the pests, the din of the dog fight had come to his ears. .Straight in the direction of the sound he charged. Fifty feet away he found his progress stayed by the stout willow hurdles of the meadow fence. Ordinarily he would have accepted the obstacle as ! impenetrable. Now he did not so much as pause for it His ton of fury-driven weight went through the hurdle as through a paper hoop. He did not even break his stride for it another moment he had cleared | the undergrowth and had gained the | | open ground of the glade. There, though the fight was over ke found plenty of targets for his| wrath. In the glade’s center, sparl- | | ing and straining at a leash, writhed | Loris. Ten,feet farther away and | eveing the intruder with cold disap- | proval stood Bobby Bruce. And close | to the collle crouched a man who was'| waving his coat to attract the bull's notice. He attracted it. He attracted it to the exclusion of the girl who was clinging to her| hickory perch The scent of blood |was in the air. Both dogs, particu- larly the tied one, offered splendid victims to the bull's wrath. But the waving coat drew him most of ali And the bull lowered his head to charge. At the first step of the rush Dick Malvern ran far to one side, well out of the neighborhood of Ruth and in{ the opposite direction A bull always shuts his eyes when he charges. But Dick had purposely begun his own retreat before the monster was well in motion. Thus the bull swerved and tore across the turf at him Realizing that the ani- mal's attention was turned wholly from Ruth, Dick Malvern took to his heels and gave a creditable exhibi- tion of sprinting. | The girl, aghast and speechless, saw | the bull dash after him in close and | homicidal pursuit. Even as an odd| little thrill at her heartstrings re- warded Dick's sacrifice, she saw a catapult of tawny and white fur whiz across the glade, flash past the lum- bering pursuer and make a bewilder- ingly swift sidewise leap. At the same instant the bull was aware of a 70-pound weight that had attached | itself to the right side of his throat| and of a set of deadly jaws that clove his tortured flesh. swerved to one side. Twice and three times he essayed to start after Dick, but every time Bobby Bruce was be- fore him, behind him, to one side or the other—slashing, leaping. nipping, deflecting: the incipient rushes. Wherefore the bull proceeded to for- get his rage against Malvern and to devote himself to the slaughter of the collie. Bobby Bruce, his object accom- plished, took to his heels, moving di- ly away from his master and keeping only a yard or two in front of his galloping foe. Panting, laughing like a schooiboy Dick made for the hickory tree. “Bobby’ll never let him catch up in a thousand years,” he reassured the shaky Ruth “He is leading him away at the rate of fifty miles an hour. So——" A sharp little ery from Ruth inter- rupted him. He followed her ner vously pointing finger. And he un- derstood Having chased Bobby as far as the | thither edge of the glade and seem- ing to despair of catching hin., the bull had paused. Then his eyes had fallen on Loris, struggling helplessly at the end of the leash and utterly at the bull's mercy | | | | At the pain and the impact the bull|r APRIL 12, 1925—PART 5. Before Ruth could was running from the trees toward the As he ran he drew Divining the man’s purpose, Ruth cried terror, begging him He pald no heed In ordinary course bull would have arrived at their goal at about the same time. But again fate—a furry and tawny fate—inter- vened Bobby Bruce, hearing the pursuer stop, had paused in his leisurely flight just in time to see the bull turn and start toward Lor Now, Bobby Bruce’s big hear o drop of love for the borzoi his heart held no drop of cow or selfishness, either. And, wheelir he bore down on the bull once more Loris, knowing his own pitiful helplessness, nevertheless was brac- ing himself to make what puny de- fense he could. But midway across the glade Bobby was at the bull's tora shoulder. And the great brute fal- tered, irresolute for an instant, in his stride. That instant sufficed for Dick Malvern to sever with one, knife siask the thin leathern collar he had no time to unfasten and to dart back 1¢ ward the copse Within the wink Bruce found himself reinforced bull fight by the dog which cently had been his own snarling tagonist. There was a bolt of and silver light athwart the green the glade. And the borzoi in a s leap had landed squarely atop the bull's heaving shouiders. His saw- like teeth twice buried themseives in the folds of the thick neck before he could be shaken free. From side to side in frenzy, lurch- ing, bellowing, groaning, the bull flung himself in a blird craving kill one or both of his assailants Around and around the monster the while enemies flew in speak the safety of captive borzni his pocketknife. crazily quixotic aloud to him fn to come back. Dick and t held Yet rdi Bo! inhis gra ITH virtually every com- munity throughout the civilized world commem- orating Easter, it is not until the following Mon- day that perhaps the most pictur- esque of Easter celebrations—the an- nual egg rolling on the White House lawn—takes place. The White House grounds on this day are not exactly barred to adults, but the guards at the various gates are instructed to permit no grown persons to enter the grounds unless they are acting as chaperons for youngsters. In other words, a child and an Easter egg constitute tickets of admission on this day of davs among the 365. Most of the egg rolling, egg ecating and egg squashing —and of the latter there is a great deal—oc- curs on the spacious green-carpeted lawn to the south of the Executive Mansion. Here tha gently rolling| slope is eminently adapted to ege | rolling, while the beautiful trees shrubbery and flower beds provide truly sylvan surroundings, with the broad Potomac glistening in the pic- ture. On a grassy elevation before the south portico is the famous Unlted States Marine Band, and while the little ones munch hard-boiled eggs, or crush those which should have been hard-boiled. but weren’t, they are entertained by a selected pro- gram of music. An exception to the general rule regarding the admission of the adults to the grounds is made in the case of the President and Mrs. Coolidge, who appear for a while, to enjoy the music and greet the children. For {half an hour or more they pass among the little ones, often pausing to chat with them, and happy the child who has the good fortune to be singled out for conversation by the presidential couple. Though the commemoration of the Easter festival prevails threughout Christendom, and is observed in some manner in every village and hamlet of the United States, particularly now that sunrise services are becoming mora and more popular, there are at least three observances of the season without mention of which no account of the festival would be complete. These are the annual fashion display on the Boardwalk at Atlantic City, the fashion parade on Fifth avenue, New York City, -nd the sunrise serv- ices on Mount Rubidoux, Riverside County, Calif. Last year, despite somewhat threat- ening skies, it is estimated that no less than 200,000 persons paraded the | Boardwalk in their Easter finery, and Fifth avenue made an equally impres- sive showing. Aside from the apparently frivolous aspect of these fashion demonstra- | tions, however, they are coming to have a very real commercial impor- fance. It Is,in these parades that styles for the coming gegson iz both male and female wearing apparel are set, and it probably would be found that a startling percentage of those in the throngs of the Boardwalk and Fifth avenue were in some way or other connected with the clothing, haberdashery or millinery industry Manufacturers, designers and buy- ers from the great department stores and exclusive mode shops are there, as well as less affluent, but no less earnest, village dressmakers and mil- liners from the nearby towns, all eager to hear the dernier cri in styles. By the same token, the artist, with pad and pencil, has become so com- mon a sight at these gatherings as to pass almost unnoticed. Let a manni- kin from some exclusive women’s wear shop appear sporting the latest creation of its chief designer, and she is likely to find herself with a self-appointed escort of four or five of these sketch artists, wielding their pencils for dear life, and utterly ob- livious of the rest of their surround- ings. The week following, the houses they represent, and by whom they- are often paid relatively high salaries. will be able, thanks to the sketches, to offer the same model at perhaps a lower figure than that quoted by the original designer. Of a more serious nature—in fact, of | agony | away | 1oping | beri Tle | | “OH, HE ISN'T MINE,” RUTH HASTENED TO CORRECT HIM. b alliance. Bobk and throat. Loris if not so effective, was all over bull; now astride the blunderi shoulders, now running along broad back and nipping as he went Once or twice his bounds carried him clean over the bull and to the groun far side dual assault was nerves coul nd the bull's fury merge into bewilderment panic terror. Rellowing ing, he turned tail the scene of strife But again the dogs would not hav it so. Uproariously happy in this novel sport, they gave chase. And this pu the crowning touch to their victim's of fright. Blindly he za a through the forest, the dogs swirling around and under and over him as he ran And now fun, Bobby instinets selves learned plunged for more spectacular re than bo- Under its began o then and grunt fleeing madly vine impetus s Bruce's began to reassert t A million of his forbear: to drive escaped cattle back to their pens. Loris still gave himself up the rapture of the chase Bobby proceeded 10 put a new method into his assault on the heaving giant No longer did th haphazard Hindered rather antic L he turned the brute and started him lum back toward meadow he had escaped. The bull did not know whether he was being p pelled or indeed that pro pelled at all. He sensed only that th way was barred his plunges every direction but one. And in one direction he fled ELLOWING staggering the bull found himself once more facing the smashed hurdle. Through ¢ gap a painful heel-ni him, estral d sheep and to the § whence i snorting so appropriate a religious character that they have been imitated all over the country—are the sunrise services on Mount Rubidoux. At the crest of this rugged height of the Western ranges, thousands of pilgrims, repre- senting almost every creed and every race, gather at dawn of Easter morn- ing to participate in the service: commemorating the resurrection of Christ. Since the great cross was erected on the heights in 1911 these pilgrims have been coming each year in ever- increasing numbers—on horseback, in wagons, by automobile and by train— so that the adjacent city of Redlands is filled to overflowing. In 1815 6,000 pilgrims attended the services; in 1916, 10.000, and the number has in- creased proportionately each year. The visitors concentrate in the city overnight, and when the bugle sounds at 4 o'clock on Sunday morning the pilgrimage begins. Thousands make the ascent on foot, following the winding mountain trails. At dawn Wwith the multitude assembled before the rreat cross, the bugles play “The Holy City,” and the song is taken up by the vast concourse of voices, led by a body of trained choristers. “In the Cross of Christ T Glory” fol. lows, and then the great audience re- cites the Lord's Prayer in unison. the | Le the ing G | & he halted 1 not s late relaxed d d ought move mus es to be re atever | Then two plumed tails t signal took hes | forwara ind the two dog ap P likable his equa And when t | than were Which brothe E humans side, and who s they advanced and the borzo be the way 2 maid in Springtime. « nt ) 2 Egg Rolling One of Many Customs" Associated With Easter Festival | Odes ar male choristers, tural readings by denominations. The cross on Mg b erected in 1911 in commemoration of the life and services of Padre Juni- pero Serra, founder of the Franciscan iseions in California. He arrived at San Diego, Calif., July 1, 1769, and that day has been acclaimed the birthday of California. During 1€ vears this devoted priest labored I8, | establishing missions and converting the Indians, enduring all manner of hardships, and there is no name in the history of the West that is re- garded with greater veneration by Catholics and Protestants alike. The origin of the Easter festival is lost in antiquity. In the beginning it was a pagan rite, celebrated in honor | of Eostra.or Ostara, the Anglo-Saxon goddess of Spring. Tt was identified with the Jewish Passover, and, final- { v, about 63 A was instituted as a | Christian festiv There is no indi cation of the observance of the Eas ter festival, as such. in the New Tes tament or in the writings of the apos- tolio fathers. The early Christians however, continued to observe Jewish festivals, though in a new spirit commemorative of the cvents whi | the festivals had foreshadowed. read and hymns sung by ths followed by rgymen of man) ¥ ux was