Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1896-08-27

strolled out with new derby.
The little halter gazed curiously at
the Bulgarian setter, and even ven
tured near enough to stroke him. He
was engaged in doing this when pros
perous-looking individual with plenty
of jewelry hustled in.
How are you" exclaimed the new
customer, in hearty tone, as he looked
Zuckermeister from head to foot With
out waiting for a reply he continued:
81 want to get silk hat. Have you
got any good ones ?"
"Oh, yes. How much do You want
to pay?'
Hang the expense, TrOt out the
best you got.
The halter, fustered somewhat by
the brusqueness of his customer, went
to the show window and handed out
the best he had.
"I haven't got much time, but sup
pose-why, hello Say, that dog Is a
Bulgarian setter. l didn't notice him
before. Where did you get him ?"
"Oh, l haf him here for customer" "
"You have? Well, he's a prize
beauty. What do you want for him?"
Il am not selling him.
well, l thought you said you had
him for a customer. I'll give you $50
for him"
q didn't think he was so much
worth, said the halter.
you didn't !" vehemently exclaim-
ed the customer; why, just say the
word and I'll strip $50 wrapper from
my roll and take the dog"
Herr Zuckermeister smiled, and,
with a funny little twinkle in his eye,
said:
"Vell, l haf to ask mein frau about
it. Ifyou come round in an hour or
two maybe | sell him"
"All right. Tdlike to get that dog
very much. He's valuable animal
and fine specimen of his breed, said
the sporty customer.
Keeping up running fire of COM
ments about the dogs fine points the
sporty customer turned his attention
to the ostensible object of his visit, the
purchase of a silk hat. He finally Sc
lected one for Sc, and pulling out a
roll of bills laid down 81 with a card
bearing the name Richard f. Devere. "
Then he said:
"Just keep that for deposit, and I'll
come back at five o'clock for the hat
and the dog, if you want to sell them.
Mr.. Devere hustled out, and Zuck
ermeister started after him. The sporty
customer had made quite an impress
sion on the little German halter. Half
an hour afterward Red Gallagher came
sloping down the street with his new
hat tilted over his right eye and big
cigar tilted up to meet it.
"Halloo, Fucker Say, I'm back
for that pup o'mine. He's all right,
isn't hep"
yep. guess he's able to eat Won
square meal laughed the halter, as
he gazed at the Ianky dog.
"He don't need a meal. OATS his
material eondish. lust feed him be-
fore | took him out. ~
do you want to sell him." asked
the halter, innocently.
"Well, I'm not stuck on gettid' rid
of him. Why?
ooh, veil, I don't know. chust
asked you. Maybe l knows somebody
who buys him.
Buys him? Do you know how
much he's worth ?"
The halter shrugged his shoulders.
Hes worth every cent of a cool
hundred plunks if he's worth a cent.
But you said you would sell him
for $25."
well, what if l did p
Il vos thinking that l would like to
hat tog myself, and maybe I gif you
$25 for him.
Red appeared to deliberate for some
time, but after few minutes of sus-
pense, said
We'll, nobody but you could have
him for that money. He's dirt cheap
at that"
Zuckermeister hurried to his money
drawer and, counting out the amount
agreed upon in 81 bills, handed it
over. Red tied the dog to the coun-
ter leg again, and with sigh said:
Il hates ter part wild him. Be
sure you'll good care take of him,
won't ger?"
"Oh, yes" said the halter as Red
vanished with the $25.
That occurred two weeks ago, and