. St. Nicholas [serial] . if aburglar was to comeround, I bet he d dieof fright. Aw, hes young yet,Fred replied, stroking oneof Scipios big silky ears. And soon, very soon,Scipio was to prove hismettle. Freds ambition was tomake Scipio into a trickdog. But it was impos-sible to teach him any ofthe usual tricks, such asbegging, playing dead, and jumping through a hoop. The only thing hewould do, he did to perfection. He could would take a running start, and jump andcatch hold of a lower limb of the cherry-tree, andbefore you could say Jack Robinson he d beup in the branches, skipping a
. St. Nicholas [serial] . if aburglar was to comeround, I bet he d dieof fright. Aw, hes young yet,Fred replied, stroking oneof Scipios big silky ears. And soon, very soon,Scipio was to prove hismettle. Freds ambition was tomake Scipio into a trickdog. But it was impos-sible to teach him any ofthe usual tricks, such asbegging, playing dead, and jumping through a hoop. The only thing hewould do, he did to perfection. He could would take a running start, and jump andcatch hold of a lower limb of the cherry-tree, andbefore you could say Jack Robinson he d beup in the branches, skipping about like a canary-bird, as his master proudly observed. Well, one cool moonlight night, when every- racket broke the stillness. It sounded like a dog-fight, or the wailing of a lost soul, or a pack ofhyenas. Even Fred was aroused, which was re-markable, as the loudest alarm-clock ever in-vented, put under his pillow, never fazed him a bit. What the mischief!—and bang went win-dow-shades as people looked curiously body was sound asleep in bed, a most terrific suddenly A LARGE DARK BODY lU 1 1 HL AIR (SEE NEXT PAGE) Its your dog! shouted a neighbor across theway, as Fred stuck his head out of the window. Wh-where is he? asked Fred, but the neigh-bor did nt know, and said so rather crossly. Fred struggled into his clothes, and when hegot out he found his father standing on the frontlawn, looking up. The noise seems to come from the sky, hesaid. That dog is a kind of bird-dog, is nt he? 990 SCIPIO Fred whistled and called. Then what was theirsurprise to see Scipios form stand out against themoon on the house-top! My gracious! exclaimed Mrs. Taylor, whohad run out too. How did he get up there? He must have climbed up the trellis and some-how spurred himself up, said Fred. I 11 go upand see if I can get him down. He does nt meanany harm. I taught him to climb. Fred took off his shoes, and, fastening a smalllantern to his belt, began to climb the trellis. Hereached th
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