Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-04-25


than stick to his bargain? Besides, the
odds are even that mutf would get the
old chap, and know more than one who
would not so much as dare take him away
with chain" Mr.. Scarsdale did not APP
pear convinced. Circumstances, how
ever, subsequently transpired which rem
dered it more than necessary that he
should have some ready money; and as
the mother threw her children to the
wolves in order to save her life, so this
man was compelled by iron destiny to
part with the best friend he had in the
wild world.
Bob Cherry got up the rattle for him.
There was no great difficulty in raising the
maximum sum; and so far from being
relieved from hostile pressure by friends
and foes, Mr.. Scarsdae was happy. New
ertheless, he could not bear the sight of
the old dog; and so deep was his grief
that HI. actually demeaned himself so far
as to write an exceedingly humble letter
to his outraged parent, automatically
enough asking not for money but forgive
ness.
The rattle, however, came off, and the
dog, like poor slave, became the prop
erty of Fineekin of Wadham.
What possessed Mr.. Fineekin to invest
a sovereign in rattle for ull-dog2 Mr.
Fineekin was little spare, nervous crea-
ture, who generally took his walks abroad
alone. Surely he was not the man to own
fighting brute by whose side bear
seemed lamb-likc.
The fact is, Mr.. Fineekin had, during
| !, IL l. I,,lI-
ing tramp who terrorized him out of a
form, and bull who had induced him to
fly over the nearest hedge. Thought he
savageIy, eff only had really savage
dog, should be safe from future moles-
tation. Bulls would either flee OF suffer
for it, while tramps would not so much
as dare to cross the road" Cowardice it
was, then, which induced Mr.. Fineekin
to covet MuzzIer, and cowardice does not
always pay its proprietor.
The rattle took place in Bob Cherry's
room, and at its conclusion Mr.. Fineekin,
as an out-college man and a stranger to
all present, found himself under the ne
cessity of carrying off his much coveted
prize He therefore advanced with all
the pluck at his command, and with a
very silvern POO fellow" attempted to
pat Muzsler.
The response was terrible low growl,
like the tuning of pedal pipes.
Mr.. Fineekin ricocheted at once.
"You needn't be afraid of him." re-
marked Bob Cherry sarcastically.
''Do you think he'll b-bite?n stammered
Mr.. Fineekin, who was obviously in NOR
tai terror, his countenance by degrees as
Stunning the Chord hue which is the i'm
mediate precursor of sea sickness.
"They will bite attimes," answered Bob
gravely, taking refuge in generalities.
"Ddo they b-bite v-vewy hard9"
"They won't let go; that's ALL" Mr..
Cherry began to feel a malicious pleasure
in the torture experienced by Mr.. Finee-
kin.
cts v-very awful" gasped Mr.. Finee-
the animal to my wooms!"
| With which assurance Mr.. Fineekin
made for the door and was heard to rush
down the stairs like Niagara or comet
in a hurry.
In few moments man appeared at
Mr.. Cherry's door. He had come, he said,
''to fetch leetle dawg-a poopee, in fact
for Mr.. Fineckin.'
"There he is" observed Mr.. Cherry,
dryly.
''Be you his master, sir9"
"No, my man, I'm not. He did belong
to Mr.. Scarsdale, and Mr.. Scarsdale amt
in college just now"
"P'r'aps I'd better call again. don't
like is looks"
"P'raps you hadn't. You must take
him now or never. I'm not going to keep
| other peoples dogs in my rooms. Why
couldn't Mr.. Fineekin take him away him
selfl'.
Thus adjured the man crept up gin
gerly, and producing chain from his
pocket prepared to affix it to Muzsler's
collar. The old dog eyed him for an in
slant suspiciously, and then without much
ado in the way of vocalization, as if aware
of the mans intent, laid on to his leg
firmly and began to play with the muscles
in style promising evil for his future
pedestrianism.
You never heard cad howl like that
cad. His shrieks brought up brace of
scouts and bakers dozen Of undergrad
yates, including luckily Mr.. Scarsdale,
who happened to be entering the quad
rangle. AT word from his former mas
ter Muzzler released the sufferer in state
of lameness piteous to behold.
"I'll take him to Mr.. Fineekin's rooms
myself" observed Mr.. Scarsdale, and,
suiting the action to the word, he whis-
tied to the dog, who was Ticking his lips
as if he rather approved Of the taste Of
human blood, and sauntered off toward
Wadham.
"Mr. Fineekin, sir2" said the porter
she's in No. 10 Back Quad, three pail
left"
Thither wendell their way both maj
and dog. They found Mr.. Fineekin with
in and alone.
j 81 congratulate you. sir, 4" said Mr.. Scars
dale politely. sson possessing the best dos
in the University. am sincerely sorry
to he obliged to part with him."
s.D-does he always b-bleed at the
mouth9' inquired Mr.. Fineekin ruefully
"Neyer. except when he is out of tenn
per-" was the ready reply. Then, with
brief EXCUSE me, I'm in hurry" he
dropped his glove dodgily in the door
way, and by = quick motioning to Mus-
sler to keep guard thereon, bolted down
the staircase. leaving Mr. Fineekin as
fairly in prison as the veriest malefactoI
in jail.
dog. then r. cried M. Fineekin.
But no. The trusty soul, not being
sufficiently sophisticated to understand
the principles of buying and selling,
budged not, nor indeed paid the smallest
attention to all the Establishments that
were heaved at his head. The moment.