The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1906-07-11

dog. It wasn't a mule or horse or
| COW. He had just come to this con-
clusion and was about to call Mrs.
Bowser and the cat out to look at
the figure when gentleman with a
silk hat and frock coat came along
and entered the yard to say:
II am the pastor of the church around
the corner. I believe you are Mr..
Bowser and that your wife attends?'
| Thought 1t a Hyena.
Mr.. Bowser shook hands with him
and spoke Of the weather and the Hep
burn bill and after moment the pas
tor said:
"Fixing up little for spring, see."
eyes, bit"
| ''That is work Of art you have
there, and I don't think ever came
across it's like before. AS figure of
hyena should say it was perfect"
"a hyenav' shouted Mr. Bowser
| loud enough to be heard down to the
| corner
ut can't be a goose" mused the
good man as be peered and peeked.
sDo look like man or turnip"
was demanded.
eff I have made any mistake" said
| the pastor. as he edged toward the
| gate, II beg your pardon. Ny eyes are
not as good as they were. If it's not
hyena, excuse me- If it's not a goose,
excuse me. In fact, excuse me any
way. I may call again next week"
Dinner was announced before any
! one else came along and took an inter,
est in that dog. MI. Rowser had been
hurt in his feelings and was sulky, and
Mrs. Bowser talked on all other sub
jects. After the meal he went out to
| have another look at his purchase. ANY
| man, no matter whether a preacher or
| burglar, who called that stone dog a
| by5na was liar and a horse thief.
There he stood, ears cooked up, tail out
straight and one paw slightly raised as
if begging the beef trust not to raise
| the price of bones, and only a fool
| could take it for anything else but a
canine. Mr.. Bowser was still gazing
when a tramp came along and stopped
| to say:
"Glad to see you taking an interest IN
high art, old man. I can't eat statues,
but it sorter comforts me to see 'em
standing around on one Leg
Looked Like Bear.
"What would you say that repre-
sented?'
Don't kid me, pardner. I'm too old.'
"But want you to say
"Well, if any guy comes along here
and don't call it grizzly bar you give
him the boot That's about the finest
grizzly ever saw put up in plaster Of
paris"
"Are you purblind fool?" yelled Nr.
| Bowser as he felt his feet begin to
lift up.
I "Don't tell me it is a rhinoceros."
.'You jackass!
yAnd I'll swear it hain't giraffe
'Get out O herev'
4sSay, pardner, I'm sorry if I've hurt
yer feelin's. I wanted to ask at the
basement for a cold bite. If you say
that fgger is meant to represent the
sacred bull Of India, III be hanged if I
don't agree with your
For answer Mr.. Bowser grabbed him
and backed him against the fence and
shook him till his teeth ratified and
then helped him through the gate with
kick. Then the darkness fell. and he
| entered the house and sat down to his
paper without speaking.
| BY and by Mrs. Bowser saw him
! nodding, and she softly arose and went
| through and took seat in the bay win
! dow. She could see the dog from where
she sat. and she sighed over the idea
Of Mr.. Bowser making the purchase.
Stole the Dog.
Ten minutes had passed when man
came along and scrutinized the house
and passed on Then he returned and
| looked it over again. When she caught
sight Of him for the third time he had
! a wheelbarrow and entered the yard,
and that stone dog was picked up and
] carried out and loaded up and wheeled
| away into the forever.
! Mrs. Bowser could have drummed on
| the window. She could have gone to
the front door. She could have awak-
| ened Mr. Bowser She did none Of
these things. Coolly and calmly she
saw the dog disappear and knew that
he would never, never return. Then
she returned to the sitting room with a
! look of relief on her face and just in
| time to hear Mr.. Bowser mutter in his
| sleep:
''You laundering big jackass, but
why don't you call it crocodile and
done with it." NJ. QUAD.
| A Sattrica1 Suggestion.
| Glove" said the sentimental girl "S