The Burglar Settled It.
Pittsburg Post- "James,” cried Mrs.
Ylmmld, "there are burglars down
stairs.”
“Oh, no, there ain't, my dear,” re
plied Mr. Timmid.
“I'm sure there arc.”
‘‘I'm sure there ain't.”
"I tell you there are.”
"I tell you there ain't.”
‘‘Tour husband Is right, mum," in
terposed a low-browed individual who
thrust his head into the room at this
Juncture. "We’re upstairs.”
And as he started down he was heard
to say to his pal: "I always believe in
helping a husband out whenever 1 kin.
I'm a married man myself.”
Alimony Liberal.
Boston Transcript: Sympathetic Friend
—So marriage has been a Sad experience
to you, Mrs. Grass?
Mrs. Grass~On the contrary. It lias
proved a most delightful one. The ali
mony allowed by the court is extremely
liberal.
For Growing Girls.
West Pembroke, Me., April 24.—
Mrs. A. L. Smith, of this place, says
that Dodd’s Kidney Pills are the best
remedy for growing girls. Mrs. Smith
«mphasizes her recommendation by the
following experience:
"My daughter was thirteen years old
last November and It is now two years
since she was lirst taken with Crazy
Spells that would last a week and
would then pass off. In a month she
would have the spells again. At these
times she would eat very little and
was very yellow: even the whites of
her eyes would he yellow.
“The doctors gave us no.encourage
ment; they all said they could not help
her. After taking one box of Dodd’s
Kidney Pills, she has not had one bad
spell. Of course, we continued the
treatment until she had used In all
sbout a dozen boxes, and wo still give
them to her occasionally, when she Is
not feeling well. Dodd’s Kidney Pills
sre certainly the best medicine for
growing girls.”
Mothers should heed the advice of
Mrs. Smith, for by so doing, (hey may
save their daughters much pain and
sickness and insure a healthy, happy
future for them.
Her Decreasing Age.
Life: He—“Tomorrow is my birth
day."
She—"I suppose you will take a day
OfT?"
"I shall."
"And how do you think I celebrate
when I have a birthday?”
"I presume you take a year off.”
ANOTHER RECORD IN LAND
HUNTING.
Tbi* Bpring'i Kxodus toCimuila Greater
tluiu Kver.
It was thought in 1903, when over
fifty thousand people went from the
United States to Canada, that the limit
«f the yearly emigration to the wheat
*one of the Continent had been reach
ed. But when in 1891 about as largo
« number of American citizens signi
fied their intention of becoming set
tlers on Canadian lands, the general
public were prepared for tho an
nouncement of large numbers In 1905.
No surprise therefore will he caused
when It Is made known that the pre
dictions of fully fifty thousand in 19t)5
4ire warranted In the fact that the
Spring movement Canadawnrd Is
greater than It lias ever been. rho
•pedal trains from Omaha, Chicago,
St. Paul, Detroit and other gateways
tiave been crowded. Many have gono
to Join friends and relatives who have
,prepared homes for them, and others
have gone relying upon their own re
'•ources, satisfied that what others
Slave done can also he done by them.
'This year much new territory has
tbeen opened up by the railroads, which
»re extending their main lines nnd
throwing out brandies in their march
(•cross the best grain and grazing
'lar.ds on the continent. This new ter
ritory has attractions for those desiring
’to homestead on the one hundred nnd
•sixty acres granted each settler by the
•Canadian Government. Many also
•take advantage of the opportunity to
purchase lands at the low figures at
which they are now being offered.
It does not require much thought to
•convince one that if Iowa. Illinois,
NHnnesotn and other lands, with a
waluc of from fifty to one hundred and
fifty dollars an acre, will give a good
Jiving by producing ten to thirteen
bushels of wheat to the acre and
thirty to fifty bushels of corn to the
•ere, the lands of Western Canada at
•even to ten dollars an aero, producing
from twenty to thirty bushels of a su
perior wheat to the acre, should pro
duce a competence to the ordinary
farmer in a very few years. These
•re the facts as they confront the
reader. There are millions of acres of
•uch land in Western Canada In addi
tion to the other millions that are con
AldcreO to lie inirtions of the biggest
and best ranges that ever invited the
cattle and horse producer of the North
American continent. What is particu
larly evident In Western Canada is the
fact that the wheat lands, adjoining
the grnziug lands, make farming par
ticularly agreeable and profitable. The
•gents of the Canadian Government,
who are always willing to give infor
mation nnd advice to intending set
tlers, say that tlie acreage put under
crop this season is greatly in excess of
‘ last season.
EXCURSIONS
TO THE
FREE 6RANT LANDS
Of Western Cmot
During the month* of March end April, them will bi
Excursion* on the various line- or railway to th«
Canadian Weat. Hundred* of thouwend* of the best
Wheat and Grazing land* on the Continent free to th«
•ettler. Adjoining lend* may be purchased from mil waj
end land oomnanie* at reasonable price*, a* to route.eto
Apply for Information to Superintendent of Tmmif ra
tieu.Ottawa. Canada, or to E. T. Holme*. SIB Jacksoi
St-, bt. Paul, Minn.; J. M. Mac Lachlan. Bo* 116 W ater
down. South Dakota, and W. V. Bennett, HOI New Yorl
JLife Building, Omaha, Nab , Authorized Uorerunieiy
i|>pta
Pteam say where you *aw tbit, jlrertisement.
MW"8iou* City Independent UK.
THE MASTER OF APPLEBY
%- By Fr&ncis L.ynde. --■-.:-—■j—-■- C
With that she left me and went to
1 .stand In the window bay; and from ly
ing mouse-still and watching her over
I steadily I fell asleep again. When I
awoke the day was In its gloaming and
she was gone.
After this I saw her no more for six
full circllngs of the clock hands, and
grew fair famished for a sight of her
sweet face. But to atone, she, or
some messenger of Richard Jennifer’s,
brought me my faithful Darius, and he
It was who fetched me my food and
drink and dressed my wound. From
; him X gleaned that the master of Ap
pleby Hundred had returned from
: Queensborough, and that there were
officers in red coats continually going
back and forth, always with a hearty
welcome from Gilbert Stair.
Now. though the master of my stolen
heritage had little cause to love me, I
thought he had still less to fear me;
so it seemed passing strange that lie
came not once to my bedchamber to
I pass the time of day with his unhidden
guest, or to ask how he fared. But in
this as in many other things, .1 reck
oned without my enemy, though I
might have known that Sir Francis
would be oftenest among the red-coat
ed officers coming and going.
But stranger than this, or than my
lady’s continued avoidance of me, was
the lack of a visit from Richard Jenni
fer. Knowing well my dear lad’s loyal
ty to the patriot cause, I could only
conjecture that he had Anally broken
Margery's enforced truce to go and
Join Mr. Rutherford’s militia, which, as
Darius told me, was rallying to attack
a Tory stronghold at Ramsour's Mill.
With this surmise I was striving to
content myself on that evening of the
third day, when Mistress Margery
burst in upon me, bright-eyed and with
her cheeks aflame.
“Captain Ireton, I will know the true
cause of this quarrel which, falling In
yourself, you pass on to Richard Jen
nifer!” she cried. "Was it not enough
that you should get yourself slain,
without sending this headstrong boy
to his death?”
Now In all my surmisings I had not
thought of this, and truly If she had
sought far and wide for a whip to
scourge me with she could have found
no throng to cut so deep.
“God help me!” I groaned. "Has this
fiend incarnate killed my poor lad?”
"No, he is not dead,” she confessed,
relenting a little. “But he has the bar
onet’s bullet through his sword arm
for the sake of your over-seas dis
agreement with Sir Francis."
X could not tell her that though my
quarrel with this villain was but the
avenging of poor Dick Coverdale's
w'rongs, Richard Jennifer’s was for
the baronet’s affront to her. So I bore
the blame in silence, glad enough to be
assured that my dear lad was only
wounded.
"Why don’t you speak, sir?” she
snapped, flying out at me in a passion
for my lack of words.
“What should I say? I have not for
got that once you called me ungener
ous.”
"You should defend vourself. if von
can. And you should ask my pardon
for calling my father's gue3t hard
names."
"The last I will do right heartily.
'Twas but the simple truth, but it was
Ill-spoken in your presence. Mistress
Stair,” ,
At this she laughed merrily; and In
all my world wanderings I had never
heard a sound so gladsome as this
sweet laugh of hers when she would be
on the forgiving hand.
"Surely any one would know you are
a soldier, Captain Ireton. No other
could make an apology and renew the
offense so innocently in the same
breath." Then her mood changed again
In the dropping of an eyelid, and she
sighed and said: "Poor Dick!”
As even when she was with me, my
eyes were devouring her; and at the
sigh and the trembling of the sweet
lips in sympathy I found that curious
love madness coming upon me again.
Then I saw that I must straightway
dig some chasm impassable between
this woman and me. as I should hope
to be loyal to my friend. So I said:
"He loves you well, Mistress Margery."
She glanced up quickly with a smile
which might have been mocking or lov
ing; I could not tell which it was.
“Did he make you his deputy to tell
me so, Captain Ireton?”
Now I might have known that she
was only luring me on to some pitfall
of mockery, but I did not, and must
: needs burst out in some clumsy dis
claimer meant to shield my dear lad.
And In the midst of It she laughed
again.
"Oh. you do amuse me mightily, mon
C'apitaine,” she cried. "I do protest
I shall come to see you oftener. 'Tis
as good as any play."
"Saw you ever a play in this back
woods wilderness?” I asked, glad of any
excuse to change the talk and keep her
by me.
"No, indeed. But you are not to
think that no one has seen the great
world save only yourself, Captain Ire
ton. What would you say if I should
tell you that I. too, have seen your
London, and even your Paris?”
Here 1 must blunder again and say
j that I had been wondering how else she
came by the Parisian French; but at
this her jesting mood vanished sudden
ly and she spoke softly.
“1 had it of my mother, who came of
the Huguenots. She spoke it always
to me. But my father speaks It not,
and now I am losing It for want of
practice.”
How Is it that love transforms the
once contemptible into a thing most
highly to be prized? My eight years of
campaigning on the continent had giv
en me the French speech, or so much
of it as the clumsy tongue of me could
master, and 1 had always held it In
hearty English scorn. Yet now 1 was
eager enough to speak it with her,
and to take as my very own the little
cry of joy wherewith she welcomed
my hesitant mouthing of it.
From that we fell to talking in her
mother's tongue of the hardships of
those same Huguenot emigres; and
when I looked upon her my heart beat
faster and my blood leaped quickly,
and I knew not always what It was i
said.
After a time—'twas when Darius
fetched me my supper and the candles
—she went away; and so ended a day
which saw the beginning of a struggle
fiercer than any the turbaned Turk
bad ever given me. For when I had
eaten and was alone with time to think
I knew well that I loved this w,oman
and should always love her; this in
spite of honor, or loyalty to Richard
Jennifer, or any other thing in heaven
or earth.
CHAPTER V.
HOW I LOST WHAT I HAD NEVER
GAINED.
Though I dared not hope she would
keep her promise and was sometimes
so sorely beset as to tremble at her
coming, Margery looked in upon me
oflener, and soon there grew up be
tween us a comradeship the like of
which, J think, had never been between
a woman loved and a man who, loving
her, was yet constrained to play the
part of her true lover's friend.
If I played this part but stumblingly;
if at times the madness of my passion
would not be denied the look or word or
hand-clasp not of poor cool friendship;
I have this to comfort me: that in after
time, when my dear lad came to know,
he forgave me freely—nay, held me al
together blameless, as I was not.
Of what these looks and words and
hand-clasps meant to Margery I had
no hint. But In my hours of sanity,
when 1 would pass these slippings in
review, I could recall no answering
flash of hers to salt the woundings of
the conscience-whip. So far from It, It
seemed, as this sweet comradeship
budded and blossomed on the stock of
a better acquaintance, she came to hold
me more as If I were some cross be
tween a father or an elder brother, and
some closer confidant of her own sex.
You are not to understand that she
was always thus, nor over-often. More
frequently that side of her which I soon
came to call the mother’s was turned
to me, and I was made to stand a tar
get for her wit and raillery. But she
was ever changeful as a child, and in
the midst of some light Jesting mood
would sober instantly and give my age
its due.
In some of these, her soberer times, I
felt her lean upon me as my sister
might, had 1 had one; at others she
would frankly set me in her father's
place, declaring I must tell her what
to say or do In this or that entangle
ment. Again, and this came oftener
as our friendship grew, she would talk
to me as surely woman never talked to
any but a kinsman, telling me naively
of her conquests, and sparing no gal
lant of them all save only Richard Jen
nifer. i
And of Dick and his devotion she
spoke now and then, as well, though
never mockingly, as of the others. Nay,
once when I pressed her on this point,
asking her plainly if my dear lad had
not good cause to hope, she would only
smile and turn her face away, and say
that of all the men she knew the hope
ful ones pleased her best. So I was
thus assured that if it were a scale for
love to tip, my lady’s heart would fall
to Richard.
Now I took this to be a hopeful sign,
that she would tell me freely of these
her little heart affairs; and seeing her
so safo upon the side of friendship,
held the looser rein upon my own un
chartered passion. So long as I could
keep my love well masked and hidden
what harm could come to her or any
if I should give It leave to live in
prison? None, I thought; and yet at
times was made a very cotvard by the
thought. For love, like other living
things, will grow by what it feeds upon,
and once full-grown, may haply come
to laugh at bonds, however strong or
cunningly devised.
little wonder that my wound healed
slowly. As time passed by, with never
a word of news from the world without
—if Margery know aught of the fight
ing she would never lisp a syllable to
me—and with Gilbert Stair still keep
ing churlishly beyoiwl the sight or
sound of me, I fretted sorely and would
be gone.
Yet this was but a passing mood?*
When Margery was with me I was not
111-content to eat the bread of suffrance
In her father's house, and angry pride
had scanty footing. But when she was
away Ibis same pride took sharp re
venges, getting me out of bed to bully
Darius Into dressing me that I might
foot it up and down the room while I
was still unfit for any useful thing.
One morning In the summer third of
June my lady came early and surprised
me at this business of pacing back and
forth. Whereat she scolded me as was
her wont when I grew restive.
"Whut weighty thing have you to do
that you should be so fierce to be about
it. Monsieur Impetuous?” she cried.
"FI done! you'd try the patience of a
saint!”
"Which you are not," I ventured.
"But truly. Margery, I am growing
strong! r now. and the bed does Irk me
desperately, If you must know. Be
sides—"
"Well, what Is there else besides? Do
I not pamper you enough?"
I laughed. "I’ll say whatever you
would have me say—so It be not the
truth.”
"I'll have you say nothing until you
sit down."
She pushed the great chair of Indian
wickerwork Into place before the win
dow-bay, and when I was at rest she
drew up a low hassock and sat at my
feet.
"Now you may go on," she said.
"You have not told me what you
would have.me say."
"The truth,” she commanded.
.What Is truth," said jesting
Pilate,’ " I quoted. "Why do you sup
pose my I.ord Bacon thought the Ro
man procurator Jested at such a time
and place?"
"You are quibbling. Monsieur John. I
want to know why you are so Impa
tient to be gone."
"Saw you ever a man worthy the
name who could be content to bide in
active when duty calls?"
"That Is not the whole truth." she
said, half absently. "lrou think you are
unwelcome here."
“ ’Twas you said that; not I. But I
must needs know your father will be
relieved when he is safely quit of me."
’’ ’Twas you said that, not I, Monsieur
John," she retorted, giving ine back my
own words. "Has ever word been
brought you that he would speed your
parting?”
“Surely not, since I nin still here.
But you must know that 1 have never
seen his face, as yet.”
“And is that strange? You must not
forget that lie Is Gilbert Stair, and you
are Roger lreton’s son.”
"I am not likely to forget it. But
still a word of welcome to the unbid
den would not have come amiss. And it
was none of my seeking—this asylum in
his house."
"True; but that has naught to do
with any coolness of my father’s.”
'"What Is It, then?—besides the fact
that I am Roger Ireton’s son?"
"I think twas what you said to Mr.
Pengarvln.”
"That little smirking wretch? What
was he to say or do in this?”
She looked away from me and said:
"He Is my father's factor and a man of
affairs."
"Ah, I have always to he craving
your pardon, Margery. But I said
naught to this parchment-faced—to
this Mr. Pengarvln, that might offend
your father, or any.”
"How, then, will you explain this,
that you swore to drive my father from
Appleby Hundred as soon as ever you
had raised a following among the
rebels?"
’’ 'Tls easily explained: this thrice
accursed—oh, pardon me again, 1 pray
you; I will not name him any name at
all. What I meant to say was that
he lied. I made no threats to him; to
tell the plain truth, I was too fiercely
mad to bandy words with him."
“What made you mad. Monsieur
John?”
" 'Twas his threat to me—to taint me
with my father’s outlawry. Do you
greatly blame me, Margery?"
“No."
Thereat a silence came and sat be
tween us, and I fell to loving her the
more because of it; but when she spoke
I always loved her more for speaking.
"My father has had little peace since
coming here,” she said at length. "He
!s old and none too well; and as for
king and congress, asks nothing but
his right to hold aloof. And this they
will not give him.”
Remembering that Jennifer had told
me of Gilbert Stair’s trimming, I smiled
within.
"That is the way of all the world in
war-time, ma petite. A partisan may
suffer once for all, but both sides hold a
neutral lawful prey."
’Twas as the spark to tinder; my
word the spark and in her eyes the an
swering flash.
"I tell him so!” she cried. "I tel! him
always that the king will have his own
again. But still he halts and hesitates;
and when these rebels come and quar
ter on us—"
I fear she must have seen my inward
smile this time, for she broke off in the
midst, and I made haste to forestall her
flying out at me.
“Oh, come, my dear; you should not
be so fierce with him when you yourself
have brought a rebel to his house to
nurse alive."
«ne looKea me rainy in tne eye. "You
should be the last to remind me of my
treason, Monsieur John.”
"Then you are free to call it treason,
are you, Margery?” 1 said.
She looked away from me again.
"How can It well be less than treason?”
Then suddenly she turned and clasped
her hands upon my knee. "You must
not be too hard oil me, Monsieur John.
I've tried to do my duty as I saw it,
and I have asked no questions. And
yet I know much more than you have
told me.”
"What do you know?”
"I know your wound has been your
safety. If you should leave this room
and house today you would never wear
the buff and blue again, Captain Ire
ton.”
"You mean they would hang me for a
spy. Will you believe me, Margery, if
I say I have not yet worn the buff and
blue at all?”
“Oh!” The little exclamation was of
pure delight. "Then they were all mis
taken? You are no rebel, after all?"
Was ever man so tempted since the
fall of Adam? As I have writ it down
for you in measured words, I was no
more than half a patriot at this time.
And love has made more traitors than
its opposites of lust or greed. In no
uncertain sense I was a man without a
country; and this fair maiden on the
hassock at my feet was all the world
to me. I saw in briefer time than any
clock hands ever measured how much
a yielding word might do for me; and
then I thought of Itichard Jennifer and
was myself again.
"Nay, little one," I said, "there has
been no mistake. For their own pur
poses my enemies have passed the
word that I am here as the Baron de
Kalb’s paid spy. That is no mistake;
'tis a lie cut out of whole cloth. I came
here straight from New Berne, and
back of that from Rondon and the
continent, and scarcely know the buff
and blue by sight. But I am Carolina
bora, dear lady ;and this King George's
governor hanged my father. So. when
God gives me strength to mount and
ride—” \
"Now who is fierce?” she cried. And
then, like lightning: “Will you raise a
band of rebels a«d come and take your
own again?”
"You know I will not," I protested, so
gravely that she laughed again, though
now there were tears, from what well
spring of emotion I knew not, in her
eyes.
"Oh, mercy me! Have you never j
one little grain of imagination,
Monsieur John? You are too mon
strous literal for our poor jesting age.” j
Then she sobered quickly and added this:
“And yet I fear that this is what my 1
father fears.”
I did not tell her that he might have
feared it once with reason, or that now
the houseless dog she petted should have
life of me though mine enemy should
sick him on. But I did say her father
had no present cause to dread me.
"He thinks lie has. And surely there
is cause enough,” she added.
I smiled, and, loving her the more for
her fairness, must smile again.
“Nay. you have changed all that, dear
lady. Truly, I did at first fly out at him
and all concerned for what has made me
a poor pensioner In my father's house—
or rather in the house that was my fa
ther's. But that was while the hurt was
new. I have been a soldier of fortune too
long to think overmuch of the loss of Ap
pleby Hundred. 'Twas my father’s, cer
tainly; but 'twas never mine.”
“And yet—and yet it should be yours,
John Ireton." She said it bravely, with
uplifted face and eloquent eyes that one
who ran might read.
/ C -nt iH.inl Kl.v* \A/.„I. \
Ladybugs Feast on San Jose Scale.
Seattle Post-Intelligencer: An ex
periment is being made near Grant's
Pass. Oregon, which, if it proves satis
factory, will be of vast benefit to ap
ple growers and orchardists all over
America. Some thirty big ladybug
beetles, direct from China, have been
turned loose in an old orchard near
there badly infested with scale. The
original home of these beetles was near
the great wall, northern China. They
are the Asiatic ladybug beetle, and they
are the natural enemy of the San Jose
scale. They feed on the scale in China,
and multiply in such numbers that
where they are th£ scale cannot thrive.
Curiously enough, the home of the San
Jose scale Is also near the great wall,
northern China. The beetles that have
been liberated in the old orchard in
southern Oregon are being closely
watched. An orchardist who has them
In charge reported that the little bugs
had gone diligently to work on the
scale. He noticed eight on one tree
greedily devouring the scale. The
climate of this part of Oregon is very
similar to that of China, and it Is very
likely that a multitude of these ene
mies will spring up from the parent
and spread to surrounding states.
How Dinah Viewed It.
New York Times: On her return to
her home In one of the small provincial
towns of the south, her mistress
brought the cook a number of new and,
to her, wonderful kitchen utensils. Di
nah had never seen patent egg beaters,
paring knives or any of the Ingenious
! devices in common use in cities, and '
se exhibted a satisfactory degree of I
pleasure in their possession. When
! her wonder had somewhat abated she
! said to her mistress:
| “Miss Sally, please, ma'am, do show
] me sometin’, you got for youse’f.”
Her eye fell upon an Indian rubber
1 air cushion and she begged to be
j shown its use. Her mistress, putting it
to her mouth, inflated it, and laying it
on the seat of a chair, sat upon it.
Dinah raised her hands in astonish
ment, exclaiming:
"Dor. missus, you Is settin' on you'
own breff, ain't you?"
HE HAD HIS REVENGE.
Washington Star: Washington’s dog
muzzling ordinance with regard to
which there was such a great outvry
on the part of dog owners not so long
ago, has already become virtually a
dead letter, enforced more in the breach
than in the observance. A good many
persons who do not possess dogs
themselves and are therefore not to be
considered dog partisans are rather
glad that the dog-muzzling ordinance
has thus lapsed.
The ordinance caused tragedies and
heartbreaks among the canine haut ton.
It spread dismay and grief among the
jeunesse doree of dogdom. The ordi
nance, In its practical application, gave
the roaming cur a palpable edge on the
patrician dbg. Had Julius Caesar been
I bucked and gagged, he were no better
warrior than the most loutish water
carrier among his legions. Had Na
poleon’s olive countenance been fitted
with a strap, the noisiest brawler in
his braggart battalions had been as
wily in counsel and magnetic in action
as the Corsican. Nature provided dogs
with teeth, just as it provided pugi
lists with tongues and typewriters, or
barkeepers with bungstarters, as
weapons of defense. And it gave ail
dogs teetli alike and impartially—mon
grels and thoroughbreds. But the
mighty hand of the law—to employ a
frazzled reportorialism—stepped in and
took away the high-grade mutt’s only
method of defense, thereby giving the
hobo dog, that remained unmuzzled, be
cause, being a nomad, he was pos
sessed by nobody, a.cherished opportu
nity to lick the patrician dog right out
af his hoofs and hide.
In Washington, however, there are a
number of owners of high bred dogs
who, because the dog-muzzling ordi
nance still stands, conscientiously muz
zle their dogs, if only for the purpose
of cleaving to the line of scrupulous
citizenship.
One of these still-muzzled dogs is a
bull terrier, the domicile of whose ex
ceedingly conscientious owner is on S
street, between Seventh and Four-'
teenth, which is precise enough. Be-'
fore the dog-muzzling ordinance came:
along this bull terrier used to be the
bully of his neighborhood. His pedigree
is spread on the Almanac de Gotha of
Dogdom in extra heavy-faced type. He
is a hummer of a fighting dog, and as
soon as he turned up on S street a few1,
years ago all of the dogs in his princl-’
pality made obeisance to him and
tacitly acknowledged that he was their
overlord and the entire works.
In return, the bull terrier let them
.alone. All that he demanded was their
unquestioning fealty, and he got it. Of
eeurse, however, this nabob among bull
terriers required exercise. He got it in
a mild, comfortable way, by eating up
all of the stray, unpossessed, hobo dogs
that happened to slink by his front
gate.
He would sit on his front door steps
licking his chops and sunning him-i 1
self and waiting for something soft tOi I
paddle along that would permit of hisl
taking a nice, easy constitutional. Then!
some wretched, skulking cur, unaware!
of the danger lurking in that neighbor-!
hood, would come nosing along the)
sidewalk. The princely bull terrier:
would coolly hop the front fence, re- ■
move a few pounds of pelt from the1
outcast, and then jump back to his
yard, lie down and blink complacently'
in the sun, entirely satisfied with him
self.
1-II 4-_t__z. il. r a t i
ov
cass of a dog of any old breed—a little
Newfoundland, some shepherd, per
haps a soupcon of mastiff—that un
warily happened by his gate. The out
cast took his thrashing meekly, and
went his mournful, directionless way,
limping.
Not very long after that, the dog
muzzling ordinance came in. and tlirt
S street bull terrier had to stand for
the facial strap, Ills owner being a
conscientious man, as stated. The dog
has been muzzled ever since, in spita
of the non-enforcement of the muzzling
law, because the owner of the terrier
believes that ordinances were made to
stick, and not to be smashed by non
believers in them.
One raw morning last week—just
about two years after the date of the
thrashing he had administered to the
mongrel that had a little of New
foundland, some shepherd and a bit of.
mastiff in him—the S street bull terrier
sat on his front steps, trying to wipe
his muzzle off with his paws and look
ing poignantly unhappy. The muzzle
was on to stay, and was not to be wiped
off. The dog took a gloomy front-paw !
stretch and walked out of his front ;
gate with his tail down.
It happened that just as the bull
terrier walked out of Ills gate the part
shepherd-Newfoundland-mastiff - collie
hobo that he had filed his teeth on
nearly two years before peeked cau
tiously around the corner fence. At
his first glance the hobo dog only got a
rear view of the bull terrier, and he
looked as if he was going to bolt for it
right quick.
The writer hereof lays claim to only
the lowest possible order of imagina
tion—but if that wayfaring dog's eyes
didn’t seem to twinkle with ghoulish
glee, and if he didn’t appear to pull
himself together and to lick his chops
with revengeful anticipation, there's a
mistake somewhere.
For half a minute, while he peeked
around the corner of the fence, to
make perfectly certain that the bull
terrier was securely muzzled, the out
cast might, from the joy that glowed
in his eyes, have been thought to be
saying unto himself, "Here’s where I’ve
got a pat full to that stuck-up mutt's
two pairs, and what I’m a-going to do
to him—well, watch me, that’s all!”
Then the hobo dog took it on the
run, making three jumps of it, and lit
square on top of the bull terrier’s back.
The bull terrier was quick to recover,
but recovering wasn’t the thing.
He yelped and growled and tried to
put up the old scarifying bluff, but he
didn’t have the cards.
The wayfarer with the long memory
took it comfortable and easy, and in
side of something less than two min
utes he had made the bull terrier look
like ten tin taels of Tientsin.
He removed chunks from the bull
terrier. It was all in-fighting, with the
wayfarer doing all the business. The
only trouble was there was no gong to
save the bull terrier. He had to take
it as it came, with no intermission be
tween rounds.
The hobo dragged him around by the
neck, the bull terrier ineffectually
kicking his legs in the air like a turned
over cockroach. Then the nomad mutt
turned his victim loose, just to enjoy
seeing him run. The bull terrier
scooted, but the mutt was built bet
ter for speed, and in two jumps he was
on top of the patrician again. Biting
him calmly, but with diligence and
power, on both ears, and stopping to
gnaw some when he got a particularly
good clutch, the hobo, observing the
rapid approach of the bull terrier's
owner, gave one final wrench at the
terrier's right ear and then , ainuled
off down the street, looking like a
Wandering Willie that has just got
outside of a Christmas dinner of the
variety known as a “sit-down."
The law of balance and adjustment
is a queer old proposition, and it works
both ends from the middle, coming and
going, among all living species, not ex
cepting the human.
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