Smyrna times., 1902-10-01

her. 1 could not keep from a little
joke, so with malice aforethought had
left the money in my Overcoat pocket
| told Dolly where to find it. 1t was a
one hundred dollar bill, and at the
office before l came away | had folded
it as small as possible and sealed if
up after rolling it in a long narrow
strip of that waterproof paper so much
used in large wholesale dry goods
houses for wrapping purposes. 1t
made a bulk about half the size of an
egg.
Dolly hunted and hunted, but to no
avail. l saw she was looking worried
There is nothing here, George, but
this old piece of wrapping paper" she
said. Surely you haven't lost it. How
careless of you to carry money in your
OvercOat pOcketr'
l winked at Bob and tossed him
crust of bread. He caught it and wag-
ged his tail with satisfaction.
ITS there, DEAR" l said. lin that
very pocket you are fumbling in now"
mo, it's not, l say. There is only
this" and, as she caught me laughing.
she threw the small lump of water.
proof paper containing the bill across
the room at me.
Bob jumped in the air and heavens
above, caught the package in his great
jaws, gave gulp or two and stood
wagging his tail.
l let out a yell and leaped at him.
He bolted around the room, out into
the hall and down the stairs.
Hes swallowed the money"
shrieked at Dolly as l rushed after the
dog down the long stairway. | heard
Dolly scream; then there was a loud
bark and a growl from Bob on ahead
OF me and almost simultaneously
nash and a sharp report from a revolv-
er. Before l could realize what it
meant felt a stinging blow on the
side of the head and went headlong
down the stairs on my face. For
second l was knocked stupid. l re-
member gruff voice cursing me as
the huge form of man sprang over
my body and ran for the street.
The whole household was aroused.
minutes, and 1 was lifted up bleeding
and taken to his office.
Faithful brute that dog" l heard
Temple say. He's lying on the land
ing below. Those burglars nearly did
for you, Mr.. Moore. They were rob
bing my offices when you tackled them.
Lie quiet, my man." he went on as |
attempted to rise from the couch on
which they had placed me.
"Oh, burglars be hangedv 1 cried.
THE dog, dOctOr-the hundred dollars
where's DOlly?-the dOg-the money.
If there is any burglar, it's that miser-
able dog. Make him give it up. Doc
tor, let me out of herer yelled at the
top of my voice as they again tried to
force me back.
His head" said the doctor to my
wife as he moved to get fresh hold
of me; that blow was a nasty one, but
he'll be all right in a little while"
This was exasperating to me. "Oh,
tell him, Dolly, quick"' l cried. "The
dOg-Bob-the hundred dollars. Hang
1t! Get the money, say-get itp'
''The dogs dead" said the doctor
quietly. The burglars shot him."
We'll, get the money! Do you hearY'
l continued to shout.
l saw Dolly look at me appealingly,
then whisper to the doctor. He glanced
around quickly, picked up a small
satchel and rushed from the room, fol-
lowed by all except my wife, who
came weeping to the couch where l
lay. She was telling me of my narrow
escape when the doctor returned laugh
ing. In silver instrument he held UP
to view a small package.
Dolly, it's the hundred dollarsr" |
yelled Historically, and fell back in a
faint from sheer exhaustion.