sie. Moreover there are poems to be read for her
approval before they can be printed; the great cause of literature
waits upon Jessie. She must be found and restored to her proper
sphere.

"Jessie perhaps was not beautiful, yet she was fair to her master's
eyes. She was white with yellow ears and a brownish blaze over her
left eye and warty cheek. She weighed perhaps twenty pounds (for
Jessie never had dyspepsia), and one mark you surely could tell her
by was the absence of a nail from her left forepaw, the honorable
penalty of an encounter with an enraged setting hen in our barn last
month.

"Jessie's master is not rich, for the poetry that fox terriers
approve is not remunerative; but that master has accumulated (by
means of industrious application to his work and his friends) the
sum of $20, which he will cheerfully pay to the man, woman, or child
who will bring Jessie back again. For he is a weak human creature,
is Jessie's master, in his loneliness, without his faithful,
admiring little dumb friend."

Two days later Field printed the following letter and his answer
thereto, both written by the same hand in his column:

CHICAGO, January 10th.

_To the Editor_: I am very sorry for the gentleman who writes your
Sharps and Flats, for I know what it is to lose a little dog. I had
one once and some boy I guess took it off and never brought it back
again. I have got a maltese cat and four beautiful kittens, and
should like to send the gentleman one of the kittens if he wants
one. Maybe he would get to like the kitten as much as he did the
little dog. Respectfully, your little friend,

EDITH LONG.

"Many thanks to our charming little correspondent; she has a gentle
heart, we know. What havoc one of those mischievous creatures would
make! In the first place it would accomplish the destruction of
these little canaries of ours which now flit about this lovely
disordered room, perching confidently upon folios and bric-a-brac
and hopping blithely over the manuscripts and papers on the table.
In the basement against the furnace, three beautiful fleecy little
chickens have just hatched out. How long do you suppose it would be
before that wicked little kitten discovered and compassed the
demolition of those innocent baby fowls? Then again there are
rabbits in the stable and very tame pigeons and the tiniest of
bantams. It would be very dreadful t