Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1901-01-25

TX you'd had grain OF spunk. I've no
patience with such man. You know
very we'll that that red-headed Jen you
set such store by could have taken
good enough care of old Mrs. Frazer.
! 6he isn't exactly queen, remember, to
! be waited on every minute, and guess
little work wouldn't hurt Jen any.
! And to think that papa drove off poor
| Claude, that was worth ten of you'll
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
nny more. / won't have you sneaking
round me while better men are fighting
for their country" she concluded, with
fine patriotic flourish.
II was mere petulance - air this
would-be lofty passion. She turned
away without tear, and with no more
emotion than IL she had been nagging
her mother.
And the mnn whose love had thus
been hung back N his face, because
for him the path of duty did not lead
to Cuba, also turned without a tear;
but for many weeks. the great, baby
hearted fellow went about his work
with heart that sobbed unheard, and
q spirit heavy with tears unshed. Jen-
nie tried to comfort him, but without
visible results.
Meanwhile great deeds we're done at
Santiago. The spendthrift debauchee
| who had volunteered to bury his shame
hndachieved honorif not glory. Doubt
1 T. ka ~ h,,, III lilo m
branding iron in the silent soul of his
rival; for Eben was human, and the
| sting Of Mauscr 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 mir. But he still
| chopped wood and hoed potatoes, and
| fed his mother with the wages of his
humiliation.
Ebsn had almost ceased to visit the
| village; he never entered Its precincts
| II he could avoid 1t. One day, however
AZ was the cd Of September, but
a. hot ms Sahara-he was forced to go
| TO the store, as Jennie could not leave
his mother. The grocery was also the
post ofYice, and rs he came out he met
Lola. She tilted her red parasol to-
ward him. and passed without rs much
| NJ = 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 wolf-hound that
she petted and pampcred because 1t
was the fashion. Almost unconscious
| ~, Eben reached out his hand to caress
| the creature. 1t shrunlI away as il he
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 a long-drawn, eerie
howl. Then 1t rolled in the dust, and
paved at Its mouth.
| ~ believe the beast is going mad!
And II Lola should attempt to fondle
it"
He was wenponlcss, and he might be
mistaken. But he could mt least eau
tion her. He ran down the road:
'Lola," he cried, painting, as he over
took her. "Leo. your dog"
"Are you running away from my
log?" abe sneercds And the bystand-
ere Uttered.
Eben glanced back. The wolf-hound
was indeed following. Again sounded
that dismal howl. Suddenly, coiling
like . snake. the frantic animal buried
its fangs in it's own flesh. Then, with
D savage snarl. it sprang toward them,
its distended jaws dripping foam and
blood.
There uns a crazy rush for the near
eat sheiter-every man for himself.
Even the hero of FL Caney forgot his
lAurels and his lady. Do not reproach
him. You and 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 ms 1t
leaped. stout hands, no longer slow,
| grpped the envenomed creature by it's
vory jaws, and wrencheh them asun-
der a. Sampson rent the lion. A writh-
iug carcass fell to the ground; heavy
hesl cr,ixhed It's ribs and stamped out
its quivering life.
| Then the vanished crowd swarmed
back. dropping from trees, emerging
from behind fences. hurrying down
from verandas. They cheered, they
howled. they caught up new-found
hero to bear him in triumph on their
shoulders. But they bore him no fur
ther than TO the village drug store.
There the procession suddenly halted
-tor II was perceived that the rescuing
hands were frightfully mangled, and
their owner had become unconscious.
For several minutes Lola was left ly-
ing In the middle of the road. At last
her escort bethought himself and
picked her up.
"I suppose everybody will expect me