American messenger . ombed, had captured a tiny black andtan dog, and with unconscious crueltywere preparing to subject him to one held him in a vise-like grip,the others, none too gently, were wrap-ping a ball of twine around his hindlegs. The dog, sensitive, unaccustomedto rough treatment, shivered in his cringing attitude, inhis fear-filled eyes, touched a responsivechord in Jacks heart. He hurried across the street. What are you kids doing? he de-manded. The boys looked up resentfully. Were going to turn him into a kan-garoo. one of them answered. Where di
American messenger . ombed, had captured a tiny black andtan dog, and with unconscious crueltywere preparing to subject him to one held him in a vise-like grip,the others, none too gently, were wrap-ping a ball of twine around his hindlegs. The dog, sensitive, unaccustomedto rough treatment, shivered in his cringing attitude, inhis fear-filled eyes, touched a responsivechord in Jacks heart. He hurried across the street. What are you kids doing? he de-manded. The boys looked up resentfully. Were going to turn him into a kan-garoo. one of them answered. Where did you get the dog? Found him. Dont you know where he lives?No: he aint got no home. I , give him here. Ill take care ofhim. The leader of the trio glanced up sul-lenly, half inclined to disobey the com-mand, but there was something aboutthe gleam in Jacks eyes which warnedhim against possible a word he released the handed him to Jack. The little 76 American Messenger. May, Our FiresideA Vision Realized A Story for Mothers DayBy Felicia Buttz Clark
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