The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1906-08-06
TIE EVENING STORY
Her King CharIes spanIeI.
lBy Abbie T. Ransom.)

the office of the Hustler, in that envia-
bic state of mind which usually follows
good dinner and makes a fine cigar
railroad on which to travel far into
the castles Of Spain.
Two months before he had been
broken-hearted because he and Della
Baesden had quarreled. She had given
him back his ring. It wasn't a dia-
mond; he couldn't afford one. Instead
he had bought her an opal-"to COM
memorate the month of their engage
ment," he said, land no bad luck could
follow so happy a courtship as theirs
But 1t was over; the bad luck their
friends had prophesied came; her heart
had been broken his life ruined and
he ended it all by accepting position
on the staff Of the Hustler, one Of the
'yellows," at nearly double the salary
the staid, conservative Daily Boiler
Plate had been paying him.
A lady's voice on the other side OF the
partition which separated his desk from
that of the city editors reached his
ears. It wasn't an ordinary lady's
voice-at least not to hinl-for it caused
him to jerk his feet off his desk, sit up
right and peer furtively around the cor
ner to obtain a mere glimpse OF a blue
sailor-made suit, the pinkish rim Of an
ear and some lock of brown hair under
a brown veil.
Now, tailor made suits, pink ears
and brown hair and wells are more COM
mon every day than sunshine, but these
particular ones made his heart beat TO
the tune of Come back, sweetheart, to
me-" while he strained his own ears In
most unmanly fashion to catch every
word the voice was saying.
Il inserted the ad. day before yester-
day." was what he heard. and as yet
have received no answer whatever. II
you viii put little notice among your
1af hean
perhaps the finder may see it there. The
dog was a King Charles spaniel, and
his collar was marked R. J. to D. b
He was a present from friend, a very
dear friend. and I prize him more than
ever now because 1 have lost my
II understand" The EDITORS tone
was kind=too kind, Jackson thought,
listening behind his desk. TN make
a note of it and mention It in tomor-
row s paper
The blue suit turned to go; then the
voice spoke again.
please don't mention what said
Of why 1 value the dear little dog, she
said I'D much prefer you would
not"
ply. IN see that it is written in a
way to please you, Miss"
'Baesden. Good morning, Mr. Edi-
tor
Arthur Edison. at your service.
Miss Baesden. And I hope our ad. will
bring your dog Good morning"
The blue suit left the of11ce ana
had it disappeared when
Jackson was all action. Selling
pencil he scrubbed a few lines and
then dashed like a cyclone upon an
innocent boy guarding the entrance.
Here. you rascal, get this ad- up.
and get it quick! Tell EN- to hold
back the earth if necessary to get it
in today. Skitei Hurry up, double
quick. or I'll order your coffin. Dye
hear"
Don't see what there Is in that to
make fuss over" the boy muttered
10 himself. 'Found-A King Charles
spaniel with initial collar. Owner can
have same by calling at the editorial
rooms of the Hustler and proving
property Inquire for Mr.. Jacks.
in that's I can see; nothing
but dog"
"All right Jackson commented ten
minutes later. IF any one inquiries
for Mr. Jacks send en- to me and keep
your mouth shut Here's d half dol
lar; go buy yourself necktie; that
one you're wearing reminds me of the
time a rattlesnake bit me"
The boy looked UP, his face full of
ibid the snake die?" he asked seri-
ously.
you will. you young imp. You'll
lie of brains in the head If you're not
careful I'll be back at six" And
shouldering his Photographic kit he
was off after an illustrated story.
The next morning, back to the door
and his head bent over his writing.
yloved hand laid newspaper clipping
beside him and voice said;
Il called in answer to-
He raised his head. Miss Baesden
Tanned rfF
l dignity sadly tinctured with embar-
-assment:
Excuse me. Mr.. Jackson. called
% answer an advertisement about a
log. and the office boy showed me
lere. I wish to see Mr.. Jacks"
He rose. please be seated, Miss
8aesden. What is it? Trouble about
| dog? Perhaps can help you
The girls cheeks burned redder. |
Something in Mr.. Jackson's manner |
leld so much power, knowledge. pos |
ession, that she was mastered in spite |
If herself.
1--WE lost my dog she said; the
me you gave me. I was shopping |
With Aunt Esther and left the dear lit |
lie fellow in the carriage. When we |
anne out of Blacks he was gone. I
advertised him and then I found this /
n the Found column, and I came I
lere.''
81 see." Mr. jackson responded. |
Well. found a dog-a King Charles |
PANEL, near Blacks; two other dogs !
we're worrying him and I picked him
ID L thought perhaps he'd been |
urned down because his owner was
fred of him. I've been turned down /
myself that way and know how it |
cells, so I took pity on the little cuss'
The eyes opposite him filed slowly. |
WAS it Teddie p she asked. "Oh, I /
idn't tire of him; I liked him better
han ever after-it was all that opal
ing" she added, irrelevantly.
He studied her narrowly.
IT gave the opal to another girl
e said, land we haven't ouarreled
ct"
She rose. Goodbye. Mr. Jackson
Perhaps she will appreciate my dog.
DO"
Perhaps she might" he said