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

a wonder they hadn't been on before.
Annie Martin might come. Oh! what
should 1 do? Annie was my sweet
heart. Hark! what's that? A rum
bling, rolling noise struck my ear.
Was that carriage? Heavens! it was.
Nothing was left but to run for it. L
must brave those awful dogs. l must
run the gauntlet of their teeth. Sum
moning all my energies, l plunged
flantically in. Bow, WOW, WOW. Teeth
again! And ono of those mean ours ran
between my legs, and over went,
scrambling in the dust. But l was up
again. On 1 dashed. On came the
dogs after me. had dim notion tnat
the carriage had turned the corner, and
that the people in it were shouting at
me. But forward I rushed, followed
by those spiteful dogs. No use trying
the doors; 1 knew they were locked.
What must be done The dogs pressed
me hard. Recklessly, 1 made for the
little kitchen-window, at the back of
the house. I reached it. 1t was three
feet high; It seemed like six. I was
never noted for jumping, but soma des-
perate act had to be done. Those des-
picable ours were at my heels. [ must
be quick. l reached the window.
Making one convulsive, spasmodic
jump, sprang through the window,
sash and all; and landed on my head in
a large pan of dough, set there to irse.
Pleasant, wasn't it? Yes, but too
much so. The dough stuck to my
hands and face; it filled my mouth and
nose, and blinded me completely.
With difficulty l crawled across the
floor to the fartherest corner, leaving a
trail of dirt and dough, dough and dirt
behind me. I felt like dying. I
wanted to leave this wicked world with
it's dogs, kitchen-windows, pans and
dough.
Suddenly q large horse-pistol was
thrust through the broken window, fol-
lowed by my fathers face. "Come
out, come out" he roared, "we saw
you, you thief. Come out; no prevar-
ication." The next instant, and before
[ had time to answer, he caught sight
of the large dough-pan, standing on
end, covered by my jacket, which I
had taken off in order to get rid of that
terrible dough. NIistaking what he
saw for the rear of some inhuman bur-
elar. he fired. Bang--the pan was
rlddled. kick-where was my father?
That pistol hadn't been fired since
fourth of July, six years ago; and when
it went off it kicked, sent my father
head over heels into our large watering
trough. My! how that pan was scat
tered, tin, dough and JACKET; jacket
dough and tin lay around in reckless
profusion. l would have trembled in
my boots if l had had 'em; but as I
didn't, did the next best in my stock
ing feet. AS sat there trembling and
shivering, the thought gradually forced
itself into my mind that that must have
been fathers carriage on the road.
What fool had been.
When that pistol kicked father into
the water trough, he got pretty we'll
doused with water. He was generally
pious man; but this was too much
for him. He scrambled clumsily out.
He threw the pistol over the fence.
He stamped. He roared. He actually
said three bad words. He kicked Mr..
Jack Snowler. He followed it upon
Mrs. Jane Snowler He ended by
kicking 'em both. First one, and then
the other. He didn't know what to do.
In short time mother came up, half
frightened to death She embraced my
wet father, thinking he was dead,
wounded or killed Slowly and sadly
l crawled out of the window; just as
my father was telling her how he blew
that burglar to smithereens. AS he
caught sight of me, he recognized his
son, and, fatherly like, shook his fist
at me. My mother nearly tainted at
the sight of me. Mr.. Snowler bit at
me. Mrs. Snowler growled at me.
And every one had so at me. I pen
itently embraced my mother, covered
her with a mixture of dough and dirt,
much to her discontinue
Half an hour after, was in bed, with
three mustard plasters, and enough of
the customary, infallible peppermint
drops to fill a small barrel. l after
wards learned that mother and father
had gone to the station with the carriage
for me; but in my impatience, by cut
ting across the fields, I had missed
them. Jack and Jane Snowler had
been given to father by an old sea-cap-
tain, while was at school, hence had
not made my acquaintance. Time
passed on, at the end of months
friendship with those despicable dogs,
| was obliged to utter the sentence
heading this sketch,
@ New York spends annually $9,-
100000 on newspapers, $1,000, 900 on
theatres, $4,000, 900 for religious pur-
poses, and $50, ,O0O,O 900 on liquor and
liquor establishments.
5 The net loss to insurance COM
panies by the Chicago fire is 81, ,2l4,-
$40.
81 Rochefort says that the Ameri-
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