No
weather-prophet was needed to tell these hillcountry folk that
they were in for a thunderstorm;--and for what one kennel-man
described as "a reg'lar ol' he-one," at that.
Now, under right conditions, an open-air dogshow is a thing of
beauty and of joy. At such places as Tuxedo and one or two others
it is a sight to be remembered. But in rainy weather,--especially
in a tumultuous thunderstorm, it has not one redeeming feature.
The Beauville Show Committee,--like all experts in such matters,
had taken this chance into account. Down the aisles of benches
and through the questioning and scared groups of exhibitors ran
attendants and officials; shouting that the Country Club polo
stables and the wide spaces under the clubhouse verandas had been
fitted up for emergency quarters, where the dogs might be housed,
dry and safe, until the passing of the storm.
Up to the Master hurried a club page-boy.
"This way, sir!" he panted. "I saved a special box stall, in the
first stable, for your collie."
"YOU saved it?" queried the puzzled Master, while the Mistress
began to unfasten Lad's leash.
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