The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-03-18
T,MMlNs' PRESENT.
as Brings It Nome la Triumph and Sem
His Wife.


He Brings It Nome la Triumph and SeAFos
His wife.
Look here, my DEAR" said Mr.. Tim
Minis. as he led huge and shaggy dog
into his wife's room, 'srve got dog .
friend Of mine gave me- What do you
think of him?"
Good gracious!" exclaimed Mrs.
TimInins. mounting chair in dismay.
SIS he mad?'
'sNo, Mrs Timmins." retorted her
husband. ''he not only is not mad, but
he isn't step-ladder either, nor
bird's-eye view. He's dog, and if you
don't get down out of that chair he'll
probably bite your leg off"
Mrs Timmins got down on her feet
and eyed the brute with some trepida-
ton.
Maybe he's got the hydrophobia,"
she suggested by way of hearty well
come.
'P'raps he has, agreed Mr. Timmins,
''but If he has he's got it in his pocket
Come here, doggee. doggee," and Mr..
Timmins snapped his fingers persua.
sively.
why doesn't he come when You call
himY' asked Mrs TiInmins, deeply in
tere.ted in his proceedings.
Because you make such noise you
scare him." explained Mr.. TinminS
Come, doggee, doggee."
II don't quite like the way his tongue
hangs out" objected Mrs TmminA
eft doesn't look natural
Maybe you don't like the way his
tail hangs out either P'raps you
think that artificial. too. With your
information about dogs you only need
a tiled floor and broken hinge to be a
dog pound Keep quiet, now. while I
teach him some tricks Come here.
doggeel Sit up. SIR
The dog stretched out his forelegs,
opened a mouth like folding bed, and
growled.
''What makes him do that?" asked
Mrs Timmins, sitting on the back of
the chair with her feet on the seat
''Why?" shrieked MIR TilnminS
What do you suppose made him do il?
Do you think he works on wire?
Have you got notion that he goes by
steam? be doesn't | tell You he's
alive. and he does it because that's the
bent of his mind. What are you sit
ting ap there for? Can't you see he
doesn't like it? Now you sit still
Here, doggee. doggee, good doggee. sit
up and begf" and Mr. Timmins held up
an admonitory finger.
The dog eyed Mr.. Timmins with any
thing but an assuring glance.
He's hungry" suggested Mrs. Tim
Minis Dogs do like that when they
want TO be taken down in the yard and
fed"
''Of course you know" grumbled Mr..
Timmins IAN You want is perfect
ignorance on the part of the police to
be dog-fght Got anything in the
house for him to eat?"
There's some cold stew and a piece
of custard"
That's itr' raved Mr.. Timmins
That's what's the matter with the
dog. He wants custard You've got it.
You only need committee and a fight
over the proceeds to be dog show
Where is the custard? Haven't you got
some cold cotfee3 Give him lemon to
stay his stomach and MIR. Timmins
jumped straight up into the air and
landed on the dog The dog made for
the open air with howl. and Mr. Tim
minis gathered himself up and looked
after his prize.
Never mind, my dear" said Mrs.
Timmins, soothingiv. He'll came
back"
III he does PHI Nall him. shouted Mr..
Timmins Sea what you've donei
You've made NE lose nay dog and tear
my trousers Is there anything more
about dogs you don't know? Have You
got any moro intelligence to inn art
about dogs? All you want rs bucket
of brandy round your neck and snow
storm TO be a monk of St Bernard"
With which logical conclusion Mr.. Tim
minis began exploring his outlying dis
tricts for possible bites, while his wife
specialized upon the salvation of the
cold stew and tbs custard by the sud-
den aud eminently satisfactory disap-
pearance of the dog.-Chicago Inter |
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