The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1902-09-05

"''''""'"' Vh'' ne called up lat
terson's office on the telephone. hut
Patterson had not been In since
noon. In desperation he closed Lis
desk aud sent for cab. The sus-
pense was uncomfortable. lie had
made up his mind To know the worst
~ once.
The man who answered his ring
would see IL Miss Mayhem was nj
home and ushcred him into the we'll
remembered drawing room. As soon
as his eyes became accustomed To the
dim half light he was awar. Of a
figure in the chair by the window.
The next instant he recognized IL.
IL was PATTERSON. In his lap Law .
forlorn black heap whose name was
Chicot
Billinger was speechless. He rose
and took one step toward the door.
Flight was his purpose. Nothing else
was left him now. Too late, At
that very instant Miss Mayhem en-
tered the room. A handkerchief was
pressed to her eyes. and il there had
been sufficient light il could have
been seen that they were red. Bill
linger stood miserably aside. Batter
son advanced proudly TO the middle
OF the room, but before he could
speak the poodle leaped from his
arms and rushed with Joyous yelps
upon his mistress.
The immediate proceedings are too
sacred for public rehearsal. Miss
Mayhem clasped the tremendously re-
stored Chicot, all wet and muddy as
he was, To her palpitating bosom.
but what she said is another matter.
Patterson was clothed in proud
humility, and as he opened his mouth
TO speak Billinger shuddcred in his
dim corner by the door.
'I-er-er," suffered Patterson.
'I-er-I was so fortunate as to find
Chicot, you see"
Yes, yes" cried the joyful mis-
tress of the dog. thank Heaven.
WINS afraid | should never see him
again. But where how. oh, tell me,
! beg you" Billinger waited as waits
the convicted criminal to hear his
sentence. PATTERSON cleared his
throat.
"Er-not far from my officc--in
John street" he said. las | was go
ing to luncheon" Billinger seized
chair to keep from falling. He could
hardly realize that he was to lie
spared.
The poor, poor doggie!" cried the
lady. And TO think he had walked
all the way down there. can't think
how he failed to be killed by troll
ley car or truck or something. 1t
is simply marvellous. How can ever
thank you enough" And she pressed
a kiss upon Chicot's black. wet muz-
zle. Billinger was too grateful even
to begrudge his rival this sweet graf
itude.
you have no idea how all this has
upset me-" went on Miss Mayhem.
especially coming at time when
was so happy-when | SO wanted
everything 10 be serene and joyous"
Billinger's reprieve was too recent
for speech. but PATTERSON managed
to say:
"Eh? How do you mean? don't
''Of course you don't" said Miss
Mayhem. How should you? But
when that wretched boy came 20 tell
me he had lost dear Chicot | was
writing to you and Mr.. Billinger to
tell you of my engagement TO Lord
Bllinger and Patterson went dole
fully down the brownstone steps arm
n arm. The war was over.
Il say. old fellow" said Bilinger.
Il know a place around
The corner where there's chap who |
makes the best mint julcp in New
York"
"Eh? What?" said PATTERSON. alb
'ently. "Oh, don't mind il I do"
As they sadly turned the corner
hey met an automobile careering
nadly up the avenue. \ pair of feet
opposed upon the dashboard. Behind
he feet appeared mouth between
whose lips was held long. fat. black
,igar. The face was the face of the
butchers boy. He was having the
lime of his life.-N. " Times.