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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
BY HIS KINDNESS TO ROWDY, PIETRO HAS WON A NEW HOME FOR HIMSELF
said. "You get the ambulance, and we'll wait here. "
Rowdy waited anxiously while careful hands lifted his master into the ambulance. Then, as it started off without him, he set up a pitiful howl.
' ' Here ! ' ' cried Nora, ' ' take the dog with him. Let him go along to the hospital. He deserves it ! "
So it came to pass that, as Pietro was being carried up the steps of the great hospital, Rowdy followed close behind. A man was passing just then, a prosperous-looking gentleman, with a slender, well-dressed lad by his side. Suddenly the lad stopped.
"Father/' he exclaimed, "look — there 's Rowdy ! Come here, Rowdy ; come here, sir ! Dont you know me ? ' '
It was Bob. Rowdy knew him instantly and sprang to him with many happy barks. The boy knelt upon the steps, sobbing with excitement and delight, his arms about his beloved pet, who was manifesting his joy as plainly as a dog could.
It was some time, before Bob's father could find out how Rowdy had come there, but with the help of Officer Donlon the mystery was untangled.
'Rowdy can come home with us, right now, cant he?" asked Bob,
"Certainly," answered his father. "He is your dog — of course he can go home with you. ' '
"Beggin' yer pardon, sir," interrupted Donlon, "would ye mind comin' in to see the little fellow that has had the dog? They've got him in bed now, and ye might like to see how he looks. The lad's had the dog fer a good while, and they're awful fond of each other."
As Bob stood, with his father and Rowdy, by the little white bed where Pietro lay, so frail and wan now, Officer Donlon told them the whole story of his discovery. Bob's eyes filled as he heard how Rowdy had tried to care for his new master.
"He must have been good to Rowdy, father," he said. "I guess he's a nice boy. See, Rowdy looks as well as ever. He hasn't been starved. ' '
"The boy shall be rewarded," declared the father, emphatically.
At this instant Pietro opened his eyes, from which the delirious light had died away. He was conscious now, and his hand went out quickly toward the dog.
"Oh, Sport," he whispered, weakly, and the dog crept close to his side, laying his nose gently against the outstretched hand.