Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1901-01-03

ow with even greater haste than she
had shown in coming to it. The dog
started to follow, the master woke,
sat up and swore at him, while he
paced to and fro between the tree and
the squat umbrella-b bush under which
the woman was hiding. The three
brawlers staggered down the path,
kicked at the dog, mauled the man.
who cried "Police!' while the dog
flew at the throat of one of them, and
would have killed him if a pair OF
Watchmen had not come to the rescue,
Blow after blow fell on him; he only
clenched his teeth the tighter Then
the greater brute, slowly coming to
an understanding, called the dog au-
thoritatively, who dropped off. bloody,
dizzy, half dead from his beating, and
tell to licking the hands of the man
he had tried to protect
The dog Is madi" said one of the
Drawers; I'VE chased him in here.
Kill him! Kill him." The others
laughed and confirmed the lie. Yes;
we know the dog; he's mad! Kill
hint"
And the Waterman said to the man
who was now fondling the dog:
Drive him away from you'll We're
gong to shoot him."
"Dogth all right! thute me inthtead,
Dogth doin' hith duty; takin' care O.
me. 18th hith religion! Thute me and
leth the dog go home to hitn break
faith"
Drive that dog off, l tell you, I'm
going to shoot himi Look out now!
Get up and walk towards me-straight
now or you'll get a shot yourself.
Come on! You're under arrest, and
were going to kill your dogl"
"Haint my dog. I'm hith dog.
He'th uethent He takth care ONE.
an makth me go home to breakfath!
Don't thute! Don't thute,"
The big brute held the lesser one in
his arms, the latter whining a little.
Good dog! Good dog Go home to
your breakfath-go! came from the
man as he put the dog down and
struggled to his feet. But the poor.
bleeding cur chung SO close to him
that the burly protector of the ma
jesty of the law could not get a bead
on him.
Kick him! Drive him off, I tell
you!"
90 home to your breakfathi" said
the boozer, and the dog not moving
from between his legs he kicked at
him and drove him away. Thrice the
dog crept back, thrice the boozers
boot kicked his bruised body.
Go home to your breakfath, l tell
you! Go home."
The poor dog turned to obey. when
bang! bang. in quick succession went
three shots. At the first shot he fell.
then he was up again, trying to run;
then down; then a scorching, blind
ing wave Of misery rolled over him.
Dead at the potht of duty!" said
the boozer. unconsciously pronouncing
the noblest epitaph ever spoken of dog
or man, as he went off under arrest
to spend one more night in the lock-
up.
The park and the streets were now
void of humans. A skulking cat skunk
up to the moyeless mass of bleeding
flesh, fearless now, it shifted at It's
enemy's heels.
This indignity was too great: 1t was
a straw too much. The dog lifted his
manned head, staggered to his feet.
fell, rose again and crept away through
the grass.
All this time, in the densest shadow
of the park, woman huddled herself
under a bush, holding her dfapefies
tightly lest a flutter should betray her
to these brawlers. Once she eoughed
eonvulsiVely, and when she took her
hand away from her mouth it was
bloody.
Go home to breakfast, Go home
to break fast!" Even she had heard
and was repeating 1t.
Yes, poor brute! We will go home
once more. once more. together" and