The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1877-05-24

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of his comfortable home on West Hill,
Monday morning, looking out at the
drizzling rain in anything but comfort
able frame of mind. He looked up and
down the yard, and then he raised his
umbrella and went to the gate and looked
up and down the street. Then he whist
led in a very shrill manner three or four
times, and listened as though he was ex-
pecting response. If he was, he was
disappointed, 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, 1 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 lost 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 ontol h'yup onto, h'yup onto,
h'yuponto, hyu'ponto! h'yup, h'yup,
h'yupp
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 abb
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 give eleven dollars for a
dog, want the privilege ofnaming him
and the next person about this house
that tries to fasten an old pagan, Indian,
blasphemous name on a dog of mine, will
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'yurrec,
k'yurrec, k'yurrec, k'yurrecl Godfrey's
cordial where's thst=deg to
h'yuponto, h'yupontl h'yuh, h'yuh,
h'yuhl I hope he's poisoned-h'yur-
rector By George, do; h'yuh Ponto,
good dog, Ponty, Ponty, Ponty, h'yuh
Pontl I'd give fifty dollars if some one
} had strychnined the nasty, worthless,
lop cared cur; hyurrec, h'yurrec! By
granny, Pll kill him when he comes
, home. If l don't hope to die; h'yuh
Ponto, h'yuh Ponto, hyuh Heclw
And as he turned back to the porch the
,, door again opened and the tremuloui
voice sweetly asked:
!, "Csn't you find him ?"
"Naw!" roared the exasperated dog
. hunter, and the door closed very precipi
' lately and was opened no more during
. the session.
"Here, Pontow roared Mr.. Gerolman
from his position on the porch, "Here
:, Hector" And then he whistled unit
his head swan and isthroat was so dr..
y you could light match in it. "Here
= Pontol Blast the dog. l suppose he
h twenty-five miles from here. Hector
4 What are you lookin' at, you gimlet
. eyed old Bedlamite ?' he savagel,
growled, apostrophizing a sweet-face'
+ old lady with silky white hair, who ha'
d just looked out of her window to Sc
II where the fire was, or who was bein
a murdered. "Here, Ponto! here, Ponto
a Good doggie, nice old Pontie, nice oil
Heckie dog-Oh-h-h," he snarled, dar
$, cling up and down the porch in an eestac
d of rage and impatience, "Pd like t
e. tramp the ribs out of the long-legget
N worthless old garbage-eater; here, Pont'
Is here"
To his amazement he heard a canin
.r yawn, long-drawn, weary kind of
a whine, as of dog who was bored to deaf
k with the dismal weather; then there W.
it scraping sound, and the dog, creepin
IN out from under the porch, from undt
his very feet, looked vacantly around I
tn though he wasn't quite sure but what /
e- had heard some one calling him, an
"a. then catching sight of his master, g:
a. down and thumped on the ground wit
ye his tail, smiled pleasantly, and asked
I'd plainly as ever dog asked in the worl
We "Were you wanting me?'
Mr.. Gerolman, for one brief instan
gasped for breath. Then he pulled b
hat down tight on his head, snatched l
IL his umbrella with convulsive grasp al
" yelled Come ERE l' in such terrific ro
h0 that the white-haired old lady across Il
u way fell back in fit, and the dog, su
he missing that all was not well, briefly 7
VI marked that he had an engagement
~ meet somebody fifty-eight feet under Il
ne house, and shot under the porch like
- shooting dog star. Mr.. Gerolman mat
l1 S dash to intercept him, but stumble
~ over flower stand and plunged throus
81 81 honey-suckle trellis, off the porch, al
Gil down into raging volcano of moss 70
'e' bush, straw, black dirt, umbrella 'rit
" and a ubiquitous hat, while far und
- the house. deep in the cavernous dar
he , ness, came the mocking-laugh ofan ash
nc of roses dog with seal brown spots, 6
no companied by the taunting remark,
ul nearly as Mr.. Gerolman could undo
II stand the dog,
nu "Who hit him? Which way did