Santa Fe daily New Mexican., 1895-04-08
THAT DOG.

The Story Of Napoleon and How He Met
His Waterloo.
paid man 80 for him when he was a
little pup-the dog, mean-and he told
me--the man did-that if I would treat
him kindly and give him plenty of corn
bread-give tho dog-he would guarantee
the man would-that he would grow up
tho dog would grow up--to be an honor
to him-to the man.
Napoleon got to be the largest dog and
did it in the quickest manner of any dog
ever knew. wore long curls at that
time, remember, into which boys used
to cast burs, which hurt me good deal,
especially when Napoleon would take hie
claws and try to run them through my
locks, although the locks never opened In
that way.
They were combination locks, suppose,
and didn't yet have my letters in my
head to set the combination on. He also
grew very strong, Napoleon did, so that I
found it difficult to keep him at home
unless tied him, and even then it both
cred me II another dog happened to be 60
ing by.
Catching sight of that dog, Napoleon
would utter glad cry and bound over the
fence, utterly unmindful Of the rope or
me at the other end of it, Down the street
he would prance, giving vent to short
barks and drawing the attention of the
people after him, also myself Neighbors
coming to the window used to marvel at
the black and white streak we made in
passing by.
7 rr,1,l1lr,jt homo fill
long after mealtime, which in those days
was quite detriment to me, though not
SO to Napoleon whose appetite soon be-
came celebrated throughout the whole
town, for when he couldn't get pair Of
rubbers or fur nuff to slake the gnaw-
ing of hunger he would go out and collect
the loavos Of brown bread that bakers had
left upon the adjacent stoops. wouldn't
like to print the things that people used
to say about him at such times.
We grew up together, or at least Ma.
poleon did, for he had two feet the start
of me- We were inseparable. Neighbors
said they never saw anything more SO,
but that was chiefly because l couldn't
get the rope unfastened in timo.
1t was Napoleon's appetite that ulti-
mately accomplished his ruin, just as it
has many another mans. Aunt and Tn
Gle Chesterfield came to visit us that fall
They lived ut Jay Corners and really
ought never to have gone anywhere else,
but there they were, getting out of the
stage at our front gate, and what could
we do?
heard father say that to mother as
they stood looking out Of tho window to-
gether Uncle Chesterfield wasn't really
our uncle, you understand, but just an
old friend of father's-I don't know how
old. but he looked every day of it and
moro We called him uncle because he ap-
peared that way.
Aunt Chesterfield had tic douloureux,
which used to cause her to make up the
awfullest faces. realize now that 1t was
from pain, but at that age used to laugh,
whereupon she said was wicked boy.
She also had brown wig and rheuma-
tism. Uncle Chesterfield didn't have any
thing but just warts-I think counted
70--and Aunt Chesterfield. But I heard
father tell mother that that was enough.
Mother put them into the spare cham
Der, where the old fashioned canvas bot
tom bed was with the white valance.
There were also some green worsted lamp
mats on the bureau. We all said good
night, father wound up the clock and ev
erybody went to bed.
always was sound sleeper as boy,
SO you must know that Aunt Chesterfield
had to shrek pretty loud to get mo out,
but she did it and could have fetched me,
l think, If had been dead. l got right
up and ran Snto the spare chamber before
anybody could stop mo.
Aunt Chesterfield was sitting in the
middle of the bed In red flannel night
gown. didn't know her at first because
her mouth was wide open shrieking, and
her face twisted with tic douloureux, and
the whitest, shiniest head you ever saw,
which remembered with copious locks of
brown.
But saw how that was in q minute,
for there was Napoleon over in the corner
with brown wig In his mouth, which he
was tossing and worrying and carrying OH
dreadfully.
Uncle Chesterfield you couldn't SEQ at
first, but by and by you found him with
his legs stuck through the rounds of q
rocking chair, and every time he moved
Napoleon would growl, not being ac-
quainted with Uncle Chesterfield and he
was scared almost to death.
They took the stage back to Jay Corners
the very next day. Mother was dreadfully
shocked, but noticed father didn't get
excited
II wonder who let that dog up stairsS"
he said musingly after tho stage was gone
I intended to say that didn't know,
but got to stammoring and mixed my
self up, and before realized what was
doing b,urted the truth right out and
said that l did. Father gave me quarter
l didn't know what for but supposed at
the time that 1t was for telling tho truth.
But the dog must go. " he added. His
appetite is growing too indiscriminato.
So we sold him to man who kept
farm, and who soon afterward shot him
for biting a calf on the leg Napoleon used
to do that to book canvassers when he
was with US, and nobody found any fault
with him, but on farm 1t is different. -
W. o. Fuller, Jr., in Rockland (Me.)
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