The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-03-15
ploying the dog as an unsupported


lance to communicate, her intelligence
was rewarded with choice bone; but
when she had been spending the day
with other dogs, and listening to them
instead of to their owners, her converse
ton was not interesting to her master,
and she forfeited the dainty honorori-
nm.
One evening she had been out all day.
and returned long after her usual time,
looking very muddy about the feet and
very tumbled and dirty about the coat.
Her tail, usually defantly poised in the
air, was curled tightly between her legs,
and she crawled rather than walked into
the library, where her master was wait
ing for her.
The door was closed and the curtains
drawn, and then Pickle, looking the pict-
rlre of downcast doggedness, was lifted
on to the table and Won Glabenized.
'You bad dog" exclaimed her master
sharply, "what makes you SO late
You've been playing with those low dogs
by the canal. Look at your coat !"
"No; [ haven't been playing by the
canal, and don't know any low dogs"
WuGI0 Have you UO0ll, Gu0u
"Only next door.
Then, you wicked dog, why didn't
you come i'll before ?"
g Because-well because I didn't
want the Police Inspector to see me. F."
''What had you done, then ?"
"Don't be cross, and I'll tell you all
about it. You know little Tommy
Bowles, who lives next door?"
g The boy that comes after my apple
tree?"
eyes; and you said you'd cut his head
off if you caught him again. Well, some
body has cut his head off: for his father
found him lying just against the garden
wall without it, and I saw him picked up,
and SO thought I'd listen and present
ly heard them say they believed you'd
done it, and they sent for the Inspector
from the police station up the street and
hid under the table, and when he came,
he said there was no doubt you'd done it,
but the difficulty would be to prove it.
But I never cut Tommy Bowles' head
off.
eyes, you did,
"What do you mean, dog? Are you
mad?"
"You know you flung a broken plate
over the wall this morning; didn't you ?"
"Wen?"
"Well, just as you threw it Tommy
Bowles was climbing up the wall to get
at your apple-tree, and it caught his neck,
and cut has head right off,
The young man sprang to his feet in an
instant. A cold perspiration burst from
every pore He had taken human life,
and his victim lay headless next door.
He turned hurriedly to Pickle for further
information, but the dog had left the
table, and was stretched quietly on the
hearthrug, gnawing bone. The concen-
tration of his masters will had been dis
turbed, the conditions under which the
phenomena were possible had been
destroyed
Il For fully an hour he endeavored vainly
to bring himself into fit state to control
the animals will. At last, by mighty
effort, he succeeded
"Picl1le, go on; tell me all you
heard "
The influence was evidently weak, for
Pickle, instead Of answering, cast a visit
full glance at the half gnawed bone on the
hearthrug.
" You shant have that bone again at all.
If you don't answer" cried her master,
angrily.
For moment the dog cooked her head
on one side, and appeared to be thinking;
then she resumed her narrative, but in
hesitating, timorous manner, not usual
with her when talkinU
did any one see the--ah-accident,
Pickle?"
"No; but Tommy Bowles' father and
a neighbor who dropped in said they'd
heard you threaten to clio it over and over
again. Then one of them said, 'Ah if
that dog of his could speak, it would tell
us all about it, [ warrant > and then
eco on, go on !"
"Hush Perhaps somebody's listen
ing"
|'Well, then the Inspector jumped up
and said, By Jove it wouldn't be the
first dog who'd hanged man = and then
said presently, If that dog saw it done
and ten to one she did-I'll have it out
of her, see if [ don't"
What did he mean, Pickle %
"Why, he's found out you Won
Glabenize me, and make me talk and
he'll do the same il he catches me. When
[ heard this, master, sneaked out of
the room and ran for my life; and [
went, oh such long way round, and
waited till it was quite dark, for fear he
should see me come in ; and that's what
made me SO late. may finish that
bone now, mayn't I?'
Freeing the dog from control, the
young man flung himself heavily into
chair. His position was desperate. The
little harmless dog, gnawing away at it's
bone as though nothing had happened,
had his life upon it's tongue. Why, in
the hands Of man like the Inspector
a man who evidently knew the secret he
fancied he himself alone possessed-the
dogs evidence would hang him twenty
times over. He felt his collar tighten