White Dandy; or, Master and I: A Horse's Story

A HORSE'S STORY
25 CENTS.
J. S. Ogilvie, Publishing Co. 57 Rose st. New York.
VELMA CALDWELL MELVILLE.
THE SUNNYSIDE SERIES. No. 102. July, 1898. Issued Quarterly. $1.00 per year. Entered at New York Post-Office as second-class matter. (Copyright 1898 by J. S. Ogilvie Publishing Co.)
NEW YORK: J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY, 57 Rose Street.
Master is Dr. Richard Wallace and I am Dandy, the doctor's favorite horse, long-tried companion and friend.
Neither of us are as young as we once were, but time seems to tell less on us than on some others, though I have never been quite the same since that dreadful year that Master was out West. He often strokes my face and says: We're getting old, my boy, getting old, but it don't matter. Then I see a far away look in the kind, blue eyes—a look that I know so well—and I press my cheek against his, trying to comfort him. I know full well what he is thinking about, whether he mentions it right out or not.
Yes, I remember all about the tragedy that shaped both our lives, and how I have longed for intelligent speech that I might talk it all over with him.
He is sixty-two now and I only half as old, but while he is just as busy as ever, he will not permit me to undertake a single hardship.
Dr. Fred—his brother and partner—sometimes says: Don't be a fool over that old horse, Dick! He is able to work as any of us. But the latter smiles and shakes his head: Dandy has seen hard service enough and earned a peaceful old age.