The short stories of Frank, the famous setter, of the hunters and the dogs of Freedom hill have bene gathered together in one narrative. They appeared separately in the American Magazine and one was judged as one of the fifteen best short stories of 1919 by the O. Henry memorial award prize committee.
to a boon companion. This he steadfastly refused to do.
Many times--his nose was on a level with Tommy's frowsy head--he looked sternly, even menacingly, into those irresponsibly bright blue eyes, but with no effect whatever. There were other times when the red Irish flared up, and he sprang back, strongly tempted to snap and snap hard. But always he reflected that master and mistress set a high valuation on the little biped. And Frank would have been a gentleman if he hadn't been a dog.
Self-control embitters a small spirit--it ennobles a large one. His forbearance was not without its reward. He found himself, partly through the virtue of necessity, growing indulgent. On that lonely plantation what outlet did the child have for his playmania? The dog remembered that in a former kennel life a puppy had incessantly chewed his ears. Perhaps he had been that way himself--all young animals are. And what was this creature, in spite of the fact that he ran upright instead of on all fours, and wore sma