The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1877-05-24
Mr.. TerOInian Loses His H00.
1Burlinpton Hsvk.Eve1

Burlington Hswk-Eye.l
Mr.. Gerolman stood on the front porch |
Of his comfortable home on West Hill, |
Monday morning, looking out at the
drilling rain in anything but a comfort
able frame of mind. He looked up and
down the yard, and then he raised his
and went to the gate and looked
up and down the street. Then he whist
led in very shrill manner three or four
times, and listened as though he was ex-
pecting a response. If he was, he was
for there was no response
save the pattering of the rain on his UNI
brella, and he frowned heavily as he re-
turned to the porch, from which shell
tered post of observation he gloomily sur
veyed the dispiriting weather.
:'Dag gone the dag gone BRUTE" he
muttered savagely, eff ever 1 keep
another dog again, hope he will eat me
up"
And then he whistled again. And
again there was no response. 1t was evil
dent that Mr.. Gerolman had los. his dog,
a beautiful ashes of roses hound with
seal brown spots and soft satin finish
ears. He was valuable dog, and this
was the third time he had been lost, and
Mr.. Gerolman was rapidly losing his
temper as completely as he had lost his
dog. He lifted his voice and called
aloud:
H'yuh-h-h Ponto! h'yuh Ponto |!
h'yup onto! h'yup onto, h'yup onto,
h'yuponto, hyu'pontol h'yup, h'yup,
h'yupW
As he ceased calling, and looked
anxiously about for some indications of
dog, the font door opened and a wo-
mans face, shaded with a tinge of wo.
manly anxiety and fastened to Mrs.
Gerolman's head, looked out.
"The children call him Hector" a
low sweet voice said for the wistful pretty
face but the bereaved master of the alb
sent dog was in no humor to be charmed
by beautiful face and fute-like voice
"By George" he said, striding out
into the rain and purposely leaving his
umbrella on the porch to make his wife
feel bad, it's no wonder the dog gets
lost, when he has so dod hinged many
names that he don't know himself. By
Jacks, when l give eleven dollars for &
dog, want the privilege of naming him
and the next person about this house
that tries to fasten an old pagan, Indian
blasphemous name on dog of mine, viii
hear from me about it now that's all" !"
And then he inflated his lungs ant
yelled like scalp hunter:
"Here, Hector! here, Hector! her
rector, hyur rector, hyur rec, h'yurrec
k'yurrec, k'yurrec, k'yurrec! Godfrey
cordial, where's that dog gene to
h'yuponto, h'yupontl h'yuh, h'yuh
h'yuh! I hope he's poisoned-h'yul
rector By George, do; h'yuh Ponto
good dog, Ponty, Ponty, Ponty, h'yul
Pontl I'd give fifty dollars if some on
had strychnined the nasty, worthless
lop cared cur; hyurrec, h'yurrec! B
granny, PIl kill him when he come
home. If l don't hope to die; h'yu
Ponto, h'yuh Ponto, hyuh Hec!P'
And as he turned back to the porch th
door again opened and the tremulou
voice sweetly asked
Can't you find him p
"Naw p roared the exasperated do!
hunter, and the door closed very precip
lately and was opened no more durin
the session.
" Here, PontoW reared Mr. Gerolmal
from his position on the porch, Her
Hectorp And then he whistled unit
his head swan and his throat was so d1
you could light match in it. "Her
Pontol Blast the dog. 1 suppose he
, twenty-five miles from here. Hector
| What are you lookin' at, you gimle
eyed old Bedlamite ?' he savagel
growled, apostrophizing sweet-face
: old lady with silky white hair, who hs
i just looked out of her window to 81
1 where the fire was, or who was beil
a murdered. "Here, Ponto! here, Pont
a Good doggie, nice old Pontie, nice o
Heckie dog-Oh-h-h," he snarled, da
J, cling up and down the porch in an costa,
d of rage and impatience, "Pd like
= tramp the ribs out of the long-legge
n worthless old garbage-eater; here, Pom
IS here"
To his amazement he heard a canil
r yawn, long-drawn, weary kind of
a whine, as of dog who was bored to dea
Z with the dismal weather; then there W
it scraping sound, and the dog, creepi
n out from under the porch, from und
his very feet, looked vacantly around
h though he wasn't quite sure but what
E. had heard some one calling him, al
a. then catching sight of his master, :
a. down and thumped on the ground wi
.e his tail, smiled pleasantly, and asked
d plainly as ever dog asked in the wor
re "Were you wanting me?'
Mr.. Gerolman, for one brief instal
gasped for breath. Then he pulled
hat down tight on his head, snatched
Il his umbrella with convulsive grasp a
y yelled Come 'ere !" in such terrific re
- that the white-haired old lady across t
u way fell back in a fit, and the dog, 81
~ missing that all was not we'll, briefly
!" marked that he had an engagement
y meet somebody fifty-eight feet under t
- - house, and shot under the porch lik,
. shooting dog star. Mr.. Gerolman ma
u !. a dash to intercept him, but stumbl
:. over flower stand and plunged throu
a honey-suckle trellis, off the porch, a
= - down into raging volcano of moss IT
- bush, straw, black dirt, umbrella ri
3 and ubiquitous hat, while far une
81 the house, deep in the cavernous da
N 10 ness, came the mocking-laugh ofan asl
~ ~ of roses dog with seal brown spots,
~ companied by the taunting remark,
- g nearly as Mr.. Gerolman could und
=, stand the dog,
III UNho hit him 2 Which wav did