Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1885-10-08

jump out of the carriage to get at a pass-
ing dog. I assured him that Snap was
most peacefully inclined, and ventured
to quote about giving dog bad name,
ETC., and so things passed along pretty
smoothly.
when bedtime came l was march
ing off with Snap (who always slept at
the foot of my bed) when my Uncle
stopped me and said, Now, Jack, /
have SO far put up with your pet, but I
can not and will not allow dogs in my
bedrooms. AS a compromise it was
agreed that Snap should sleep il the
buffers pantry that Git; for the
future, in the stables. Accordingly
bed was made up for Snap in this pan
try. and we all retired for the night.
Il had been asleep some hours when
Twas awakened ~ a1ight tapping at
my door sprang out of bed in an liz
slant. and found the butler. trembling
in his shirt sleeves. outside my door
On, Master jack he said, III aceants
trembling with excitement and fear,
whatever is to be done? That dog of
yours has killed Tab, the masters Old
cat, that he's had for ten years. said
not word, but hastily getting into my
trousers l silently followed him down
stairs to the scene of the murder.
There. sure enough, was poor Tab ly-
ing stone dead in the sink, with the
murderer, Snap, still vigilantly watch
ing the remains, ready to shake her
again should the slightest signs Of life
appear. 1took him up by the scruff Of
the neck and banged his head against
the wall in my wrath. He did not ut
ter single sound, but got up wagging
his tail as If such rough treatment was
rather fun. 1t appeared that Tab had
a habit of sleeping in a certain cup
board. and that when locking up for
the night the butler had forgotten the
fact, but waking in the night it had
suddenly flashed across his mind, and
rising at once he had gone to the pam
try, Alas! too late TO save the life of
my uncle's pet cat
The butler and l then had council
of war; and it was decided to bury poor
Tab in the garden. and profess entire
ignorance as to the cause of her sudden
disappearance. Accordingly the butler
and sailed forth in the gray dawn OF
that July morning, and buried poor
Tab in a seguestered part of the garden.
Dear me- said my uncle at break
fast that morning, what can have hap
pened to Tab? She hasn't missed COM
ing for her milk at breakfast time for
eight years, unless she had kittens. 1t
must be that ugly brute of dog of
yours that has frightened her..
Frightened her?' thought to
myself i should rather say son but l
said: Perhaps Tab has engagements
elsewhere l fancied heard a cat SER
enade last night
after breakfast the old gentleman
handed me q box of choice Havanas
and proposed stroll in the garden, and
soon we were sauntering about that
miniature paradise, with Snap at our
heels. A little while afterwards l
missed Snap, but, thinking he had just
gone off for a run, took no notice of his
absence Five minutes passed and no
Snap. Ten. l began to be uneasy. ]
called him and whistled. but to no
avail. At last l saw "a in the dis
lance, shaking and tug9 ing furiously st
some long ob ect My uncle's curios-
ity was excited, and we both hurried I'd
the spot o, horror of horrors! Thele
was that wretched dog shaking the
corpse of poor Tab, my unclc's pet cat.
which he had scratched up from its
grave l shall never forget the look
my uncle gave as he turned to me and
said: .Ah, l see it all now.' Then,
pulling out his watch, he looked at it
and remarked: The train leaves Lean
ington for London at 1890. You had
better pack your portmanteau, and the
carriage shall be around in half an hour.
Goodbye.
HE then turned on his heel and left
me to my own bitter reflections. 10
cut long story short, the old man died
three years ago, worth 100000, the
bulk of which he left to my sister and
cousins. There was clause, however,
in the will, by which 1 came in for
twenty dollars. The will read: TO
my nephew, John Wetherall, the sum
OF five pounds. to be expended by him
in the purchase OF muzzIes for what
ever bulldogs he possesses or may pos
sesS.
'.And that's why I'm not struck over
bull-terriers or bulldogs" said Jack,
as he gulped down his beer in a semi
respondent way, and babe me good
bye. San Francisco NeWs- Letter.