Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1893-06-09
wanted-A Dog Catcher.

haired brute, who permits several per-
sons to reside in the same vicinity, and
who succeeds in terrifying strangers to a
disagreeable degree. 1t so happened
yesterday that Dune encroached upon
the dogs domains, which include about
a block on each side of his kennel, and
the result was n which caused him at
once to become a hater of dogs of all
kinds.
Chief McGillis was walking %jauntily
along the high sidewalk on the west
side of the avenue, and wondering how
long the anti-mayor aldermen would
permit him to wear his star, when he was
aroused by blood-curdling bark, and
turning, he saw the wide open jaws and
flashing white teeth of the aforesaid dog
approaching at an alarming rate of
speed. But Dune was not to be be-
trayed into any relaxation of the dignity
which accrues to his official position by
an ordinary dog with no more claims to
the right.of-way than he had, so he
stopped and awaited the onslaught.
"Begone, vile creature" he cried in
sepulchral tones and with a Shakes
perian gesture, as he pointed with his
index finger toward the dogs habitation.
"Get thee hence"
The dog, it must be admitted, was
somewhat stunned by the Shakespeare,
but he didn't ~'begone." Not by a long
shot. He wasn't a "begone" dog, and
Dunes %admonition but served to in
crease his speed. Letting out a link or
two in his spinal column he came, more
frantically than before. When he had
reached the high sidewalk he stopped,
and made a leap for the leg of the auda-
cious person who had commanded him
to begone.
SECT out" said Dune, relapsing from
Shakespeare to plain English, and MAX
ing a vicious kick at the dogs head.
sect out, you brute"
The dog made another leap for the
sidewalk, but fell short. There was a
descent either way from where his pris.
oner stood, and Dune didn't dare to go
either way. The dog was master of the
situation, and he knew it, for he sat
down on his launches to get breath,
and winked at Dune with q cunning leer.
Dune grew desperate, and tried a new
tack.
"Nice doggy, good doggy" he said,
sweetly as he could, at the same time
wishing he could caress the "nice doggy"
with a stick of dynamite, and extending
his hand as though to pet the dear crea-
ture.
The dog made a vicious snap at the
extended hand, and Dune drew it back
quickly and felt it carefully to be sure he
has lost lone of his fingers.
Dune grew desperate. So did the dog.
Finally the dog closed one eye with a
sort of a "don't-you-wish-you-had-my-
hi~de-for-a-ruR" air, and lay down, de.
Gliding to stave Dune out.
It was too much. Dune become reck-
less. Gathering himself together he
stepped back a step, and then with a
yell like that of an Apache, made a grand
rush for the dog. His plan was a suc-
cess. The dog stared for a moment,
stupid with fright, and then turned tail
and ran like a greyhound. The sudden
rush had been too much for his mental
equilibrium.
Dune mopped his forehead with a silk
handkerchief. In a few moments he
might have been seen, a shotgun on his
shoulder, making his way toward that
dogs home. He had serious intention
which BODIED no good. But his plan of
revenge was interfered with. The owner
Of the dog, a lady, whom Dune could
not refuse, plead tearfully for the dogs
life. She would kill him herself, send
him out in the country-anything, bnt
she didn't want him killed there. And
so they compromised on the latter plan,
and not until Dune saw the dog led
away into the land of Punishment did he
feel that his revenge was complete.
Pard0ns and Communication.
The hearing Of the two boys, Willie
Waeuar and John MORGAN. aantencad