Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1874-08-15
MIR. and Mrs. SnoWler.

OF all the canine animals in this
wide, wide world, Jack and Jane Snow
Ter were the worst Yes, l repeat it,
{" the worst" Jack was small, thick
set, squire headed, thoroughbred bull
dog, OF a very amiable dispostion-ex-
ceedingly so, if a stranger was to show
so much as the toe of his boot within a
mile OF Elworth Grange, cur house,
Jack would proceed to masticate said
toe of aforesaid stranger in the most
insinuating and pressing manner.
Madam Jane Snowler was his better
half-better in some ways. Better at
growing, better at eating; but at bit
ing they were nip and tuck; 1 felt 'em
both, and 1 ought to know.
Well, the first time l saw Mr.. and
Mrs, Snowler, I had just come home
from boarding school. Hadn't been
home for six months. Hadn't seen
anybody for six whole months. o how
l thought of home, as the cars rushed
along! How remembered my moth
ere peppermint drops, always on hand,
when any one was sick! How deter
mined to be sick couple of days my
self! 0 how impatient was for the
cars to stop! How / wouldn't wait for
the carriage at the depot! O how l
rushed along the road! How every
stone no bigger than an egg tripped
me up; then laid me in the dust! How
| painted to reach home! And how,
instead of going two miles around by
the road, l determined to jump the
creek and make near cut across the
fields.
Accordingly, taking a good run and
big Jump, l landed safely-in the
middle. And had to wade out through
three feet of mud. Here was a dam
per! My best Sunday breechrs spoiled.
My boots full of mud. Myself SILVER
ing with cold; and two newly-plowed
fields to trudye through. Never mind,
home was at the end And 1 pictured
a warm fire, clean clothes, and Il good
lay out to lay i'll, when l got there.
! Across the fields | started. Through
the sticky, clinsing, miry soil, l held
my way. / was in no amiable frame of
mind. You might say / was angered
Yes, you might bet 1 was mad, mad as
warning built On trudsed. The
last field was through. was home.
Joyfully I placed my hand on the gate,
when series of howls. as if all Hades
/ had broken loose, arrested my further
progress. There, right in front of me,
just behind the gate, stood two dogs,
two small bull dogs, bristling with
tierceness. But how dare they stop
me stop me ? me? What could they
be thinking of? They should be we'll
punished for their audacity. Stop me?
me, Junious Napoleon John Jones /?
| Why the very name was enough to ter
rify them. But they should suffer Sc
vcrely for attempting such thing. I
would march in. ] would show them
l was not afraid would go bravely
to the front. Slapping my hand on my
breast, l cried, " BE brave Junious Ma
po1eon;" and in went. Heavens what
howls! Great guns, what barks? Je-
rusalem, what teeth! glanced hastily
down; one cur had hold of one leg;
the other dog hold of the other. l
jumped about like French dancing
master; yelled, 1 kicked, and 1 al
most sworc. Still they held on. They
shook those pants as if they contained
a thousand rats, instead of my poor
legs. Rip, rip, tear; l looked down.
My best pants were gone. Torn half
off me. Jumping hastily back, l re-
gained the gate, leaving all but the
waistband in the Williams mouths.
Where was my mother? That noise
ought to have brought her out l
looked wistfully at the house; not
soul appeared. They must be gone
out. Yes, they were out, and 1 was
here alone with those contemplate
sneaks. With what satisfaction they
growled over those breeches, as they
tore them piece by piece. Oh, for
means of revenge!
Here was a predicament; no pants;
and in full sight of the road. Some
body would soon be along. What was
l to do? l would have revenge. l
would exterminate those purps from off
the face of this earth. l would piece
meal them. They should not brave
me in such an open manner. They
should not dare my vengeance. Diff
Guilty dragged off my muddy, miry
boot. Painfully 1 hoped to the gate.
Carefully took aim. Swiftly it flew.
But Jerusalem! had aimed too high,
and crack, bang, went two of our best
French-lawn windows. "Godness!' 1
exclaimed, "won't mother be mad when
she gets home!'
Heavens! what yell of triumph
those little despicable ours set up.
They mocked me; did they? They rid
iculed my skill at craftsmanship; Ell?
Would I stand it? No. OFF came the
other boot. Now, you mean, contempt
ible sneaks; you ours, I'll pay you off.
I raised my arm; Itook good aim; l
threw, and it missed. Up ran one of
those mean, deceitful little dogs,
grabbed it, and made off. But the
other one didn't go. Why didn't he? :?
wished he would. But o! no. No
move in him. There he stood. There,