Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1873-01-16
WHY BANGS HATED. DOGS.

-T0b Out!
.sBangs, that is my dogl"
Eyes, I know it. Get, you brutel"
And he SHE'D at him an iron paper
weight
My face flushed. Bangs" said L,
'sexcuse me, but I've an affection for
that dog"
Excuse me, Pills, but I've an an
tipathy against all dogs. Get out, ver-
mini" And he gave my pet black-and-
tan vicious kick, that sent him bowling
into the corridor. Bangs shut the door,
locked it, and put the key in his pocket
81 wish, Pills, the next time you come
to my Office you would leave that brute
behind I've most unconquerable an
tipathy against all CANNES, and"
Bangs might have said more, but the
look on my face must have convinced
him that was seriously angry.
Suppose we let this pass" he said.
II was wrong, I'll admit; I ought not to
have kicked your pup, but you don't
know how / hate 'em, big and little.
Sit down, Pills, and let me tell you
something that heretofore has been a
secret with me-a secret hidden from
the gaze of the cold, unsympathizing
world. ] feel that now some explana-
tion is proper for me to make, in the
hopes that it may prevent a misunder-
standing between two such firm friends
as we have been IN the past, and, I hope
will be in the future"
sat down in the chair Bangs pointed
to, and said, "Go onp'
ST do not know" continued Bangs,
s'that I ever had any particular dislike
to dogs previous to the circumstances
which / am about to relate. Do you re-
member the spring took trip into the
country?"
every WELL" replied.
t'That was some six years ago. i have
confined myself very closely to business
ever since my admittance to the bar, and
thought month In the country would
would freshen me up considerably.
cit did not seem to, if I remember
rightfully," said.
ssYouH not wonder at it, Pills, when I
tell you all about the facts. I went
down to little seaside resort, called
San Marino-eyer been there?"
ssNever."
aWell, it's a queer sort of place.
There is very fine stream of water
courses down from the mountains and
empties into the sea about half mile
from the town; although there is no town
there, only little hotel and blacksmith g
shop. The stream empties into the sea
in winter, during the heavy rains, but in
the summer time the surf banks up the
mouth with sand and forms quite a lake or
lagoon. 'Laguna La Puritas' is the
Spanish name. The proprietor of the
hotel had few little sail boats fitted up,
and they were in constant use by his
guests. Game is plenty in the hills
about there, deer and quail; the creek
is full of speckled trout, and the hotel is
just far enough from the sea to render
the climate delightful. The San Marino
House was filed to its utmost capacity
that season. 1t was curious kind of 8
crowd gathered there. City sportsmen,
with dogs, gums, fishing tackle, etc.
superannuated old women, and, for the
benefit of the sea breeze, young boys
fourteen or fifteen years old, making
their first trip from home alone-two OF
three grass widows somewhat fast
clergyman-rode down from the city OF
his velocipede- three or four young
ladies and dozen frisky school girls
On the whole it was as jolly crew as
ever gathered together. With horseback