$4Thelittledoghadbeenaartofourfamilyforabouttwoyearswhenahoboknockedatthebackdoorandaskedifwecouldgivehimsomethingtoeat。Therequestwasn’tatallunusual。Inthosedays,manyhobosstoedatourcorner。
Motherbroughtalateoffoodtotheorchwherehewaited。Ashesatdowntoeat,weboysgatheredaroundhim。Hebegantellingusallthelaceshe’dbeenandthemanythingshe’dseen。Weweresellboundbyhistales。
Allofasuddenhestoed。Welookedinthedirectionhewasstaring,andtherestoodJacky。Forseveralmomentstheylookedatoneanother。Thenahugesmilecameacrosstheoldhobo’sface。
“Youlittlerascal,”hesaid,callinghimbysomestrange-soundingname。“Whatareyoudoinghere”
Thelittledogbecamehystericalwithjoy。Hewasalloverthehobo,barkingandjumingasifhewouldneversto。Therewasnodoubtheknewthehoboandknewhimwell。AftercaressingandtalkingtoJacky,theoldhoboutteredabriefcommand。Immediately,Jackycontrolledhisenthusiasmandlaydownobedientlyattheoldman’sfeet。
“Boys,wheredidyougetthisdog”askedthehobo。
“Wefoundhimlodgedbetweenthedoorandthescreenduringthebigtornadoof1925,”saidmybrother。
“Yes,sir。Itaddsu,”saidthehobo,“IwaswithacircusinMissouriinMarchof1925。Thatwassuresomeblow。Thebigtentwasriedtoshreds。Everythingwasdemolished。”
“Thisoodlewasthenumber-onetoshowdog。He’ssovaluablehewasinsuredforhundredsofdollars。Luckydog,heis。Blowedallthatdistanceandnotgettinghurt。”
Suddenlythehoboasked,“Doyouhaveabarrelhoo,boys”
“Sure,I’llgetyouone,”saidmybrother。Runningquicklytoanoldbarrel,heliftedoffoneofthesteelbands。Hedashedbackandhandedittothehobo。
Frombeneathhisoldbatteredhatthehobo’sblueeyessarkled。Asmilebrokethroughhisheavygraybeard。
“Watchthis,”hesaid。“Lessyouboysbeentoacircusyouain’tneverseenanythinglikethis。”
Hewalkedoutintotheyardandheldthelooacouleoffeetabovetheground。
“Getready,”hesaidtoJacky,againusingthatstrangesoundingname。Jackytrembledwithexcitement。Oncommandhesrangforwardandleaedthroughtheloo—forward,thenbackward。Ascommandscontinued,hehurledthroughthehoo,turningendoverend。Hedancedonhishindlegs,thenonhisfrontlegs。MybrothersandIstaredinaweastheknowledgeableoldhoboutJackythroughhiscircustricks。
“He’salittlerustyonsomeof,buthesureain’tforgettinganyofit,”saidthehobo。“Sureisgreatbeingtogetheragain。Bringsbackmemories,don’titlittlefriend”hesaidfondlyasheattedJack’shead。
Thenwithaforlornlookabouthim,hestraightenedu。“IguessIbestbegoing,”hemumbledandheadedslowlytowardsthegate。Withouthesitation,Jackyfollowedathisheels。
“Jacky,comeback!”allthreeofuscalled。Butitdidnogood。Tearstrickleddownourcheeks。Weknewwehadlosthim。
Thenthehoboaused。LookingdownatJacky,hesaid,“Ourcircusdaysisover,friend。Overanddone。Andthetraminglife’snolifeforyou。Youbeststayhere。”Jackystood,watchingthehobowalkaway,stilloisedtofollow。
Reachingthegatethemanstoodmotionlessforseveralseconds,thenslowlyturnedaround。“Boys,acircusdogneverforgetsthebigto,”hesaid,“You’dbetterlockhiminthehousetillmorning。I’dhatetoseeyoulosehim。”
Sowedid。Jackylivedwithusformanyyears,andalthoughhewasthesmartestdogweeverhad,wecouldneverersuadehimtoerformcircustricksagain。Wefiguredhe’dtakenthehobo’swordstoheartanduthiscircusdaysbehindhimonceandforall。