The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1877-04-26

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II. Gau1man slood % he mont porch
q ~ ecnebet1hle homo o. Wet Hill.
Mooday msptpg. looking ont q III driss.
lsnE - sat \ ecd61Sftshlb
~ yard. aud then be raised his umbrella
.9nd WeAt 70 sfhe 30 and looked u ana
IN 8aH3re6k Then ~ Wh1lfled Il :
WI 9brip manner thfee or four times;
e1Q lDeed = thQa1eh he MI expecting
rcsponse. # he ms. he was disappoint.
: e 10r fnen6H14mosrcsponse save the pat
tertng Of the rain on his umbrella, and be
frowned heeyliy = he returned to the
porch, nom which sheltered post OF or
sefvatton b gloomily surveyed the dispif.
iting weather.
Daeyqpne tho dag -gone.bfute.n he
m9etNed eavagelN IL ! ever keep an
sotleg eoe again, I hope he will eat me
up"
there was NO response. 1t was evident
that Mr.. Gerolman had lost his dog,
beautiful a6Aes@0f.foses 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.. Ge-
r0lmAn w6s rapidly losing his temper as
completely a. he had lost his dog. He
lifted his voice and called aloud
H,yuh-h-h Ponto! H'yuh Pontol
H'yuhp ont0l H'yup onto, h'yup onto,
h'yuponto, h'yupontol H'yup, h'yup,
h'yupi''
As he ceased calling, and looked anx-
iously about for some indications of dog,
the front door opened and woman face,
0eded with tinge of womanly anxiety
I'D fastened to Mrs. Ger0lman's head,
looked out.
1.-THE children call him Hector"
low, sweet voice said for the wistful,
pretty face; but the bereaved master OF
the absent dog was in no humor to be
charmed by a beautiful face and flute
like voice.
By George, i" be said, striding out into
the rain and purposely leaving his UNI
brella on the porch to make his wife feel
bad, "it's no wonder the dog gets lost,
when he has 30 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,
iblasphemous name on dog of mine,
viii hear from me about it; now, that's
ALL"
And then he inflated his lungs and
yelled like scalp-hunter:
Here, Hector! here, Hector! here,
rector. hyur, rector, hyur, rec, h'yurree,
k'yurrec, k'yurrec, k'yurrec! Godfrey's
cordial. where's that dog gone tos h'yu.
ponto, h'yupontl h'yuh, h'yuh, h'yuh!
he rsaA 4 sxyrxr, De-
George, l do; h'yuh, Ponto, good dog,
Ponty, Ponty, Ponty, h'yuh Pontl I'd
give fifty dollars if someone had strych-
mined the nasty, worthless, lop-eared
cur; hyurrec, k'yurrecl BY granny, I'll
kill him wher he comes home, if don't
l hope to die; h'yuh Ponto, h'yuh Ponto,
1yA Heel!
And as he turned back to the porch the
door again opened and the tremulous
voice sweetly asked:
Cant you find him 90
"NAw!!p" roared the exasperated dog
hunter, and the door closed very precipi-
lately, and was opened no more during
the session.
Here, Pontol" roared Mr.. Gerolman,
from his position on the porch; "here,
Hector!" And then he whistled until his
head swan and his throat was SO dry YOU
could light match in it; there, Ponto
Blast the dog. suppose he's twenty-five
miles from here. Hector! What are you
lookin' at, you gimlet-eyed old Bedlam-
iteP' he savagely growled. apostrophiz-.
ing sweetfaced old lady with silky
white hair, who had just looked out Of
her window TO see where the fire was or
who was being murdered. Here.
Pentoi here. Ponto! Good dogeie, nice
old P0ntie, nice old Heckie dog--Oh -h-h,"
he .snarled, dancing up and down on the
porch In an ecstacy of rage and impa-
thence, /" I'd like to tramp the ribs out of |
the long legged, worthless, old garbage
eater; here, Ponto, hers!"
To his amazement he heard canine
yawR. long -drawn, weary kind of
whine, as of dog who was bored to death |
with the dismal weather; then there was
. scraping sound, and the dog, creeping
out from under the porch, from under his
very feet, looked yacantly around as
though he wasn't quite sure but what he
had heard some one calling him, and then
catching sight of his master. sat down and |
thumped on the ground with his tail, smiled |
pleasantly, and asked as plainly as ever
dog asked in the world:
"Were you wanting mep'
MIR. Gerolman, for one brief instant,
gasped for breath. Then he pulled his
hat down tight on his head, snatched up
hts umbrella with a conclusive grasp and
yelled "Come 'erep' in such a terrific
roar that the white-haired old lady across
the way fell back in fit, and the dog,
surmising that all was not well, briefly re.
marked that he had an engagement to
meet somebody about fifty .eight feet I'M
der the house, as he shot under the porch
like shooting dog star. Mr.. Gerolman
mad dash to intercept him, but stun
bled over a flower stand and plunged
through honeysuckle trellis, off the
porch, and down into raging volcano of
moss rose bush, straw, black dirt, shattered
umbrella ribs, and ubiquitous hat, while
far under the house, deep in the cavern
GUS darkness, came the hooking laugh of
an ashes-of roses dog with seal brown
spots, accompanied by the haunting re-
mark, as nearly as Mr.. Gerolman could
understand the dog:
Who hit him? Which way did he
go r'-Burlington Hawk- Eye.
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