The Kootenai herald. [volume] (Kootenai, Idaho) 1891-1904, 1892-10-14

For they larn to behave theirsens like .
gentlemen born. fit for t fost O. COON
pany-they tell me t Wildly herself is !
fond of a good dog an knavs one when |
she sees it rs well as onn body; then, |
On t'other hand, a-tewin Ound after !
cats an gettin' mixed oop III manners
O. blackguardly street rows. an KILN
rats, ar fghtin' like divils.
T. colonels lady says: well, Lea
royd, | doant agree wi you, but you're
right in a way O. speeakin, an l should
like yo to tex Rip out a-wall1in' wi yo'
sometimes; but yo' maun't let him fight.
nor chase cats, nor do nowt 'orrid;" an
them was her very wo'ds.
Soa Rip an me gooes out a-walkin' o.
evenin's, he bein' a dog as did credit tiv'
a man, an / catches a lot o rats, an we
he'd bit of match on in an AVID dry
swimmin bath at back O t environments,
an it was none so long afore he was as
bright as button again. He he'd way
O flynn at them big yaller pariah dogs as
if he was a harrow offan bow, an
though his weight were nowt he TUX 'em
so student like they rolled over like skit-
a. -
stretched after EN- as if he were rabbit
runnin'. Same with cats when he cud
get t cat agate O runnin'.
One evenin' him an me was trespassin'
over a compound wall after one of
them mungooses at he'd started, an we
was busy grubbin' round a prickle BUSH
an when we looks up there was Mrs
De Sussa wi a parasel over her shoulder,
a-watchin' us. "Oh my!' she sings out;
there's that lovelee dogl Would he let
me stroke him, Mister SOLDIER"
"Aye, he would, num-" SEE l, ''for
he's fond O laady's company. Come
here, Rip, an speak to this kind lady"
An Rip, seein' at t mongoose had getten
clean AWAY, cooms up like t gentleman
he was, nivver hauporth shy nor OXFORD.
"Oh, you beautiful-yOu pretee dogv'
she says, clippin' an chantin' her speech
in way them sooart has O their avn;
Il would like a dog like you. You are
so verree lovelee-so awfullee prettee,"
an all thot sort O talk at a dog O sense
mebbe thinks nOwt on, tho he bides it
by reason o his breedin
An then l meks him joomp over my
swagger cane. an shek hands, an beg,
an lie dead. an lot O. them tricks as
ladies Teaches dogs, though | doan't
baud wi it mysen. for it's maxim fool
O good dog to do such like.
An at lung ZENITH it cooms out at she'd
been thrawin' sleeps eyes, as t sayin'
is, at Rip for many a day Yo' see, her
childer was grown up, an she'd nowt
mich to do an were allus fond of dog
Soa she axes me if I'd TEX somethin to
drink. An we goes into t drawn
room, wheer her husband was a-settin
They meks CURT fuss over t dog, an
has bottle O aale, an he gave me a
handful O cigars.
Soa | coomed away, but t. avid lass
sings out, 'Oh, Mister Soldier, please
COON again an bring that prettee dog"
didn't let on t colonel's lady about
Mrs. De Sussa, an Rip he says nowt
nawther; an l goes again, an iviry time
there was good dhrink an a handful o
good smOoaks. An l telled t avid
lass heeap more about Rip than I'd
ever heeard; how he TUX t. fost prize at
Lunnon dog show, and cost thotty-three
pounds Tower shillin' from t man as bred
him: at his own brother was the proup-
utty O t Prince of Wales, an as he has
a pedigree as long as a docks. An she
Tapped it all oop an were nivir tired O
admirin' him. But when t AVID lass took
to givin' me money, an seed at she
was gettin' fair fond about t dog, be-
gan to suspicion summat. Onny body
may give soldier t price of pint in q
friendly way an theer's no harm done
but when it cooms to five rupees slipt
into your hand, slylike, why, it's what
t. 'lectioneerin' fellows calls bribery IN
corruption. Specially when Mrs. DE-
Sussa threwed hints how t cold weather
would soon be over, and she was goin
to Munsorree Pahar, an we was goin' tC
Rawalpindi, an she would nivir see RiI
any more onless somebody she knoweC
on would be kind tiv her.
Soa l tells Mulvaney an Orth'ris all t
taale thro', beginnin' to end.
"'Tis larceny that wicked ould lad,
Names" says t. Irishman; "'tis felon.
she is sejuicin' We into, my frind Learoyd
! but I'll purtect your innocence. I'll saw
We from the wicked wiles av that wealth,
ould woman, an I'll go wild We this even
in an spake to her the wurrds av trul
an honesty. But Jock, says he, Vaughn
his head, "'twas not like We to kape al
that good dhrink am thin fine cigars Il
4 yerself, while Orth'ris here an me hav
: been prowlin' round wild Threats as dr.
7 as limel1ilns, an nothing to smoke bu
a canteen plug. Twas a dhirty thrick t
I play on comrade. for why should you