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ALL FOR HUMANITY'S SAKE

A Story Told to Show the Good Which Comes of Good Action.

The Cruelty Practiced Against Dumb Animals -- Mrs. Peattie Writes of Something of Keen Interest.

Fanny was a gay little dog. She knew her lawny fur curled in ringlets all over her fat little body, and was quite aware of the fact that when she looked up at you quizzically from under her yellowish-brown bangs that you were sure to laugh.

In short, Fanny realized perfectly that she had in her the elements of popularity. She liked life, and her only grief was that she had not seen enough of it.

To be sure, wherever her Boy could take her he did. Fanny had noticed that almost every dog has a Boy, made, most obviously, to take the dog around and make fun for it. The trouble about Fanny's Boy was that he was away so much at school, and that after school, when any dog might expect that she would be taken out for a play, this Boy sat with his nose in a book. He managed, now and then, to stop long enough to scratch Fanny's ear, or feed her a lump of sugar. But this was but strifling to stop a gay spirited little dog who wanted to see life.

It never occurred to Fanny that it was just as hard for her Boy to stay in as it was for her, or she might not have been so foolish as to lose her temper. Perhaps none of us would ever find it worth while to lose our temper if we knew all the pros and cons of the things that vox us. However that may be, Fannie got in a passion over her Boy because he was so slow; and because he seemed to prefer books to dogs -- although there was not a book in the whole library that could wag its tale, and stand on its hind legs and bark -- and so it came about that Fanny deliberately turned her back on the house where the Boy lived, and started off down the street.

The Boy's house was on one of those quiet streets in South Omaha, which look away over the river, and the groves of willows on the bottom lands, and, higher up, the groves of puny oaks upon the Nebraska hills.