Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-08-14

aAA 10 A l's 10y Ca1arll, gagged anu DOunut
the porter. who had taken to his heels,
was already far away; and It is by no
means certain that Mr.. Bolton would
ever have seen his native land again il
at this juncture an invaluable ally had
not come to his assistance. 5=
The Duffer, like Cazaril, was q
heavy sleeper; unlike Cazaril, he had
the misplaced confidence which all
bull headed dogs have in the integrity
OF the human race. Probably, there
fore, ne did not suspect foul play until
he saw his master struck; but as soon
as the true nature of the situation
dawned upon him he threw himself
unhesltatlngly into the fray. With
one bound he landed upon the Span.
1ard's chest, and the next instant he
hsd the fellow hard and fast by the
THROAT. What followed can hardly be
called a struggle, inasmuch as victory
from the outset was assured for the
right side, and, of course, it is easy
enough to foil half-throttled man.
Yet even the easiest of victories is not
to be won without bloodshed, and al
though Dick Bolton could not accuse
himself of having acted with any lack
of promptitude, he had to see the
Spaniard's knife plunged again and
again into his faithful servants body
before all resistance collapsed. When
he was kneeling upon the PROSTATE
body OF the foe he said: 'All right,
Duffer' old fnan, you can let him go
now>" But the D uffer still held on.
There is but one way of making a
bulldog relax his grip, and this Dick
was forced, somewhat against his will,
to employ; because, however much a
miscreant may deserve DEATH it is al,
ways little embarrassing to have his
dead body upon your hands. But the
Duffer, poor fellow, did not require a
great deal of choking, and perhaps it
was not the pressure of his masters
knuckles that caused him to give a
long sigh and roll over upon his side
on the grass. For some minutes D ick
could pay no attention to him. he
himself had lost good deal of blood
and was beginning to feel faint; also
he had to cut the cord by which Caz-
aril's arms were bound and utilize it
to secure his prisoner. But when that
was accomplished, and when a hasty
examination had been made of his
wounds, and the craven porter had
been duly mathematical, he remem-
bered to whom it was due that he had
escaped more or less unframed from a
very ticl1lish emergency.
Upon my word" he exclaimed,
that cur of mine has more stuff in
him than any one would have sup
posed! He's as ugly as sin and the big
gest fool out, but I'll be hanged if I'll
ever be ashamed of him again!'
After glaucing at him Dick hastily
snatched up a piece of burning wood
from the fire. The red light fell upon
the pool of blood in which he was
lying; he was still alive, but there was
no need to possess Mr.. Belton's veter-
mary knowledge in order to see that
nothing could be done for him. With
q sorrowful ejaculation, Dick dropped
upon his knees beside him and kissed
his head. It was the first time since
the Duffer had come into his possession
that he had done such thing, and it
may be hoped that this somewhat tardy
token of affection soothed the last mo-
ments of it's recipient, who wagged his
stump Of tail feebly. and almost i'm
mediately afterwards expired. E.
Norris, in Philadelphia Press.