The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1900-11-17

er up with: Thomas. there's a burglar |
downstairs. I'm positive. 1 distinctly |
heard the kitchen door open"
"Oh. well. the dogs got him by now,
then" murmured my father. who had |
heard nothing and was sleepy.
Thomas" replied my mother severe |
ly, I'm not going to lie here while |
fellow creature Is being murdered by
savage beast. II you won't go down
and save that mans life 1 will
"oh. bother" said my father, pre-
pairing to get up. You're always fam
cying you hear noises. I believe that's
all you women come to bed for-to sit
up and listen for burglars" Just to
satisfy her. however, he pulled on his
| trousers and socks and went down.
Well, sure enough, my mother was
right this time. There was a burglar
in the house. The pantry window stood
open, and light was shining in the
kitchen. My father crept softly for
ward and peeped through the partly
open door. There sat the burglar. eat
ing cold beef and pickles, and there,
beside him, on the floor gazing up into
his face with a blood-curdling smile of
affection. sat that idiot of a dog, wag-
ging his tail.
My father was so taken aback that
he forgot to keep silent.
We'll. I'm and he used a word
that I should not care to repeat.
The burglar, hearing him, made a
dash and got clear off by the window;
and the dog seemed vexed with my
father for having driven him away.
Next morning we took the dog back
to the trainer from whom we had
bought II.
What do you think I wanted this
dog for?" asked my father. trying to
speak calmly.
We'll" replied the trainer, you said
you wanted a good house dog"
Exactly So" answered the dad. II
didn't ask for burglars companion,
did I? I didn't say / wanted a dog
who'd chum with a burglar the first
time he ever came to the house, and sit
with him while he had his supper. in
case he might feel lonesome, did II"
And my father recounted the incidents
Of the previous night.
The man agreed that there was some
cause for complaint. "IlI tell you
what IL Is, SIR" he said. TT was my
boy Jim as trained this ERE dawg, and
more about tackling rats than bur-
glars. You leave i'm with me for a
week. sir; III put that all right"
We did so. and at the end Of the time
the trainer brought him back again.
You'll find i'm game enough now.
: SIR" said the man. 'E amt what I
call an intellectual dawg. but I think
I've knocked the right idea into i'm"
My father thought he'd like to test
! the matter, so we hired n man for a
I shilling to break in through the kitchen
I window, while the trainer held the dog
$ by a chain. The dog remained perfect
/ Iy quiet until the man was fairly in
= side. Then he made one savage spring
at him. and II the chain had not been
e stout the fellow would have earned his
Z shilling dearly.
e The dad was satisfied, now that he
I could go to bed in peace; and the ma
ter's alarm for the safety Of the local
: burglars was proportionately increased
D Months passed uneventfully by. and
then another burglar sampled our
e house. This time there could be nc
; doubt that the dog was doing some
( thing for his living. The din in the
e basement was terrific. The house
shook with the conclusion of falling
e bodies.
e My father snatched up his revolver
: and rushed down stairs, and I follow
: ed him. The kitchen was In confusion
3 Tables and chairs were overturned
r and on the floor lay a man gurgline
8 for help. The dog was standing over
him choking him.
K The pater held his revolver to the
e mans ear. while I. by superhuman eff
: fort. dragged our preserver away ant
q chained him up to the sink. after which
e I lit the gas.
9 Then we perceived that the gentle
man on the floor was police consta
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