Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1900-07-05

if you'd had, a grain of spunk. I've no
patience with such a man. You know
very well that that red-headed Jen you
set such store by could have taken
good enough care of old Mrs. Frazer.
She isn't exactly a queen, remember, to
be waited on every minute, and [ guess
a little work wouldn't hurt Jen any.
And to think that papa drove off poor
Claude, that was worth ten of you!
Here'-and she struck tragedy pose
with some success-'take back your
shabby little ring! won't wear it for
you. And you needn't come to see me
any more. [ won't have you sneaRng
round me while better men are fighting
for their country" she concluded, with
fine patriotic flourish.
1t was mere petulance = all this
would-be lofty passion. She turned
away without a tear, and with no more
emotion than if she had been nagging
her mother.
And the man whose love had thus
been flung back IN his face, because
for him the path of duty did not lead
to Cuba, also turned without tear;
but for many weeks, the great, baby
hearted fellow went about his work
with a heart that sobbed unheaFd, and
a spirit heavy with tears unshed. Jen-
ME tried to comfort him, but without
visible results.
Meanwhile great deeds were done at
Santiago. The spendthrift debauchee
who had volunteered to bury his shame
hadachieved honorif not glory. Doubt
less the rumor of it burned like a
branding iron in the silent soul of his
rival; for Eben was human, and the
sting of Mauser bullets are as nothing
to this martyrdom of shame. He
dreaded to show himself. He felt that
all who saw him questioned his right to
breathe American air. But he still
chopped wood and hoed potatoes, and
fed his mother with the wages of his
humiliation.
Eben had almost ceased to visit the
village; he never entered it's precincts
if he could avoid it. One day, however
it was the cd of September, but
as hot as Sahara-he was fOrcedi to go
to the store, as Jennie could not leave
his mother. The grocery was also the
post office, and as he came out he met
Lola. She tilted her red ParasOl to-
ward him, and passed without as much
as a look With her was the hero from
Santiago. returned on furlough with
honorable wounds. His ring was now
on her third finger.
Further up the street Eben encoun-
tered her dog-a huge w.olf-hound that
she petted and pampered because it
was the fashion. Almost unconscious
", Eben reached out his hand to caress
II IL, l. e Hrn
had been stranger. There was yelp
and snap. The smoking teeth barely
missed his fingers.
'Her very dog has turned against
me-" he thought, bitterly.
The animal gave long-drawn, eerie
howl. Then it rolled in the dust, and
paved at it's mouth.
81 believe the beast is going mad!
And if Lola should attempt to fondle
it
He was weaponless, and he might be
mistaken. But he could at least eau
ton her. He ran down the road:
Lola he cried, painting, as he over
took her, "Leo, your dog"
''Are you running away from my
dog?" she sneeredL And the bystand-
ers Uttered.
Eben glanced back. The wolf-hound
was indeed following Again sounded
that dismal howl. Suddenly, coiling
like d snake, the frantic animal buried
it's fangs in it's own flesh. Then, with
a savage snarl. it sprang toward them,
its Gistended jaws dripping foam and
blood.
There was crazy rush for the near
est shelter-every man for himself.
Even the hero of FL Caney forgot his
laurels and his lady. Do not reproach
him You and I would have done the
same. A mad dog is too much for hui
man nerves and human nature. AS for
Lola, she spun round tripped and fell
screaming. The rabid beast was upon
her.
But burly form lowered in it's path,
grim, red and dusty. Even as it
leaped, stout hands, no longer slow,
gripped the envenomed creature by its
very jaws, and wrenched them asun
der as Sampson rent the lion. a with
ing carcass fell to the ground; heavy
heel crushed it's ribs and stamped out
it's quivering life.
Then the vanished crowd swarmed
back, dropping from trees, emerging
from behind fences, hurrying down
from verandas. They cheered, they
hpwled, they caught up new-found
hero to bear him in triumph on their
shoulders. But they bore him no fur
Their than to the village drug store.
There the procession suddenly halted
for it was perceived that the rescuing
hands were frightfully mangled, and
their owner had become unconscious.
For several minutes Lola was left "
ing in the middle of the road. At last
her escort bethought himself and
picked her up.
81 suppose everybody viii expect me
to marry him now, on account of that