Heppner gazette. [volume] (Heppner, Morrow County, Or.) 1892-1912, 1904-03-10
! The Story Of a Lost Dog !

DERSONALLY, don't like so-called
/ domestic animals, and, therefore
when my children came dragging after
them a Scotch collie, with his hair all
matted and his muddy feet leaving
nasty-looking tracks on the library
rugs, | spoke to them rather sharply
and ordered Jawklns to kick the dog
out.
"But he's lost, papa" said my
eldest.
well, let him stay lost respond
ed, rather gru11ly.
Il specll somebody's nawful sorry to
lose him, said Jack, my five-year-old.
| was busy with my essay on The
Milk of Human Kindness" so when
Jawkins (Jawkins is our general facto-
tum-my wife calls him the butler)-
dragged the dog out of my sight for
got him. 1t seems the children consd-
cred the dog as treasure-trove, and
they took him out and locked him in
the stable, feeding him expensive
steaks, which they found in the larder.
He disturbed my rest that night with
his mOurnful bowling, and early in the
morning ! went down. opened the
stable door and turned him loose.
Unfortunately, the treatment accord
ed that dog by my children had been
so generous that the dog had sense
enough not to stay lost. For days he
continued to hang around my place,
making life miserable for me, and my
wife watched my cheeks growing sal
low and my appetite diminishing with
uncOncealed alarm.
1t was rather relief, therefore, when
on the fourth day she brought me
copy of the News and pointed triumph
antly to the following advertisements:
FOIfND-A SCOTCH COLLIE DOG; EVI-
IDENTIFY of fine breeding. The dog has
been at our house for four days. owner
can regain possession of the animal by ap-
plying in person and preXinG property. No
questions asked. Apply after nine a. m. at
6932 Delaware street.
Thanks, my DEAR" l said, grateful
ly; "do you think that will get rid of
him?"
"Not doubt of it," said my wife.
Next morning, having finished good
breakfast and being just settled down
to reading chapter IL in Tupper's
moral Philosophy" there was a ring
at the front doorbell, and Jawkins
said:
"A gent to see you, sir"
"Show him up" I replied, laying my
book down with a sigh.
The individual who presented him
self and calmly took a seat in my new
Morris chair smirked and said:
81 am Rev. Theophilus Jubes, of the
Third Theosophical church. l called in
regard o the following:"
From his greasy garments he drew q
dirty copy of the News and pointed
with chubby forefnger to the adver-
tisement inserted by my wife.
"Ah," said |. Yes, you want your
dog. He is now tied up in the stable.
Jawkins, show this gentleman his dog"
eyes, SIR" said Jawkins, leading the |
Theosophist out.
In a moment he returned. BEG !
pardon, sir, but there's three gents and
a lady waiting to see you, sir"
Indeed" said |; "show them up
one at time, Jawkins."
The first visitor, clad in blue over
alls and carrying an odor of stale fish
about his person. came hesitatingly in,
looked with a senile smile at the books
on the shelves, blushed a little as his
eyes lighted on a full-length statuette
Of Psyche and said:
II called about that dawg."
"Oh, yes" | replied. VERY sorry,
but the dog turns out to be the prop
erty of minister. He is out in my
stable getting him, now."
well but - that's - my-dawg-1
reckon" slowly drawled my acquaint-
lnce. Il hat-ad.-last-night.
live -Broad-Ripple. I-lost
-him-last-week. Tain't-no-min-
ster's dawg."
What color was your dog?" asked
him.
"Brindle-gray-I-reckon,"w was the
'eply.
well. I'm sorry, but this can't be
'our dog, for he's black and tan"
"Wall," hereplied, I-guess-then-
tain't mine. Good-day-sir."
Good day." rejoined, shortly.
But still he fingered.