Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1899-08-05
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AN ANGEL DACHSHUND DOG
IL Enabled Mrs. Jones TO Keep Up
With Her E-rant Husband.

Jones. Al~crRon H.. elk. h. - 114th
street New York, as the directory de-
Scrihcs him. was very tail. Emily,
Mrs. was very short. Al one time
Jones walked very fast. taking long
strides. AIRS. JOnC., W&iSCd slowly.
rotting along wiki step, the length or
a foOt-rulc. At preSCrl whiting roles
are reversed. Jones w. = vc~y slowly
and Mrs. Jones can Wa. wit,, cOmpar-
ative raDidity. although tlc length of
her womInly stride is stIi Just twelve
inches on level grJund. Ncr' IL Of this
was brought acort 10y Lion. and pe0-
pie who say horrid things about him
simply because he's one OF those wOb-
bly, dachshund dogs. are criticizinS an
angel in disguise and had hettcr stop it.
1t is this way: Mrs. Jones. trot as
she would. couldn't keep up with her
husband She would call out to him.
half blOci ahead, 10 so less like an
automobile. He'd slow up for while
and then Str@i@htway forget and do an
other 10O-yard dash. leaving Mrs.
Jones TO her own conversation and
scenery Mrs. Jones used to cry and
say Algy didn't love her any more, and
he'd say: Nonsense, my dear" and
get interested in mis- newspaper, or
heartlessly read the joke column out
loud, thing no gentleman with a feel
ing for a wOman's delicate sense of
humOr would do.
Mrs. Jones, however. was a woman
of resources, and rather than let Jones
20 to the deuce at his own pace. re-
solved upon heroic measures to reclaim
him. One day when he came home
she said, "Oh. Algernon, I've got such
nice present for you. Guess whatT
Jones sbuddered, and guessed, "A
DecktieT ''Oh, you foolish dearl
You'll never guess it." and she led him
Into the drawing room, where tied TO a
chair was the wobbliest dachshund dog
Jones had ever seen.
/ Isn't it a DEAR cooed Mrs. Jones;
and Bijou wagged himself all over, so
glad was he to see Jones whom he had
/ never seen before. Yes" said Jones,
"he is lovely, but tell me, my dear, is
he standing up or only lying down on
his elbOws2 And can he walk, or must
we roll him around in a perambula-
tor?' What stupid. OF course he
can walk. Here, Bijou." In time BIZ
jOu waddled across the room.
: Now. dear, take him out for walk.
You had better keep him chained.
When you come back superb be all
ready" II was just like a play. II
! took Jones eight minutes to get him
down stairs. and the more he cusSed
the more Bijou stopped to wag him
: self. Then Jones started Off. One
stride and he felt a jerk at the chain
: BijOu was being dragged along on his
, back, like an overturned toy fire en-
! CINE, and squealing in German dos
: language. Jones stopped, because hC
hates to hurt dogs, for which he has
n passion. Biiou rolled over and start
ed to paddle like a seal. Come, dog
gle" said Jones. and then forgot again
a Bijou this time took a compulsory
(, leap through the air and landed in {
. velVetty heap far ahead of his master
: After that Jones walked slowly anC
didn't forget very often. In half al
hour he had gotten nearly around thu
: block. Then he picked Bijou up ans
!, went in to supper. He was completed,
. cowed.
: Now when Mr. and Mrs. Jones e,
!, for a walk they get along very wei
:. except that Mrs. Jones trots ahea'
: sometimes, which forces Jones to beg
I. Emily, dear, don't walk like a steam
y engine. Poor Bijou can't keep up.
|, Then Mrs. Jones slows up but does no
|. gloat, says the Mail and Express. Sh
I. merely sees that BiJou gets plenty o
8 sugar and grows wabblier with tn
= days. She thinks that before long sh
can trust Jones on the street withou
lashing him to Bijou. AS it il, he
. late for business every day.