Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1903-11-07
Uncle zed's Dou.

OnClS GSo 10y
Richard Harding Davison, editor
and proprietor of the Croix County
Chronicle, was porting over list of
delinquent subscribers and wondering
If the ghost could possible have spirit
enough to walk Saturday night, when
Uncle" zed Hopkins came in.
1t was plain to be seen that Uncle"
Zed was mad. He seated himself in the
spare sanctum chair, set his doughty
elm cane upright between his knees.
built Westinghouse" of his fingers
and began deliberately:
Editor Dawson, I've took tn Chron-
icle nigh onto ten year, an amt asst
many favors of we, but I've come now
to have We wallop those Higginses
thai killed my dog Shep|
At this juncture "Uncle" Zed wiped
his eyes on red bandana handker-
chief which he then wound round one
hand and continued:
81 don't allow to have no trouble
with m neighbors, but"
wait a minute" said Editor Rich
ard Harding Dawson, reaching for
his pencil and pad. "Wait @ minute.
Uncle zed."
yon DON'T Ire read rs |! write - mo-"
"AlI right, Mr.. DaIfson,Y piousIy
assented Uncle" Zed with due appre-
citation and qualification in his modu-
lated voice.
Some low down miscreant," read
the editor, scribbling, whose heart is
about the size Of aea and whose
head must be shaped like a tack, afro
ciously. maliciously and with malice
aforethought, shot that fine, big fam
lily dog"
uncle" Zeds face fell and his lips
quivered as he interrupted:
"His name was 'Shep,' Mr.. Dawson.
"'Shep' was his name"
"All right-'that fine, big, family
dog Shep, owned by Uncle Zed Hop
kins, Saturday night. A man that
would shoot dog like Shep is the
greenest scum of the earth and hang
ing is too good for him!"
"How's that, Uncle Zed?"
Good, mighty good!" testified the
| patriarch, rubbing his hands gleefully
and squlrming in the creaking chair
but amt We goin' to mention nj
names?"
why. yes. might Mr.. Hopkins
that is If you desire it,"
well, | amt insistin' none, bu
I've took yer paper long time, MI
Dawson, long time!"
ct is our painful duty in this cor
nection, resumed the editor, to an
nounce we have among us family s.
lost to common decency and the mar
dates of society, as to kill an innocen
and unassuming dog"
by lingo, that's great" interpose
Uncle" Zed with joy in his voice
"thatll make EN- cringe some,
guess. Go ahead, editor, go ahead"
GAS to kill an innocent ana una
Stunning dog, and, to make long stor
short, the name is Higginsl'"
Uncle" zed brought his cane to tn
floor with an enthusiastic clatter:
"Hurrah! Say, editor. you're
trump. You're a man with tn cou
age o. his convictions. You're a.
what's that? Sign i'll Sign it'll"
"TJncle" Zed arose hastily from h
chair, his surprise paramount:
me sign IT'LL"
"You certainly don't want me to a
sumo responsibility for it, Mr.. Ho
kins. My dog hasn't been killed" e
postulated the editor with a smile
his eye that "uncle" Zed did not see
II Thunder in the winter time! Gre
| horn spoons and little fishes! OF g
| the fool editors ever see you are Il
wust!" shouted Uncle" Zed, wavir
his cane, his bandana and his VIII
] | kers all at one and the same time,
/ he stumped away.
ii And the next day Editor Rlcha
Harding Dawson was notified by ms
|. to stop uncle" zed's paper.
II But he didn't do it. A country G
itor knows a thing OF two about b
! man nature. Uncle Zed would ha
been really angry had he eompll
, J with the order