The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1907-06-13

terror. Tne moD. disdalnrng the sun
superbly, pursued as closely as it could,
throwing bricks and rocks at him.
striking at him with clubs and sticks.
Happy Fear, playing ''tic-tac-roe," right
hand against left. in his cell, heard the
uproar. made out something Of what
was happening and, though unaware
| that it was a friend whose life was
sought. discovered similarity to his
own case and prayed to his dim gods
that the quarry might get away.
Mad dogr they yelled. Mad dog"
And there were some who cried. Joe
Louden's dog that being equally as
exciting and explanatory.
Three times round. and still the lit
tie fugitive maintained lead. A gray
helmeted policeman, big fellow, had
Joined the pursuit. He had children
at home who might be playing In the
street, and the thought Of what might
happen to them II the mad dog should
head that way resolved him to be cool
and steady He was falling behind. SO
he stopped on the corner, trusting that
Responsibility would come round again.
He was right, and the flying brownish
thing streaked along Main street pass
ing the beloved stairway for the fourth
time. The policeman lifted his re-
volver, fred twice, missed once, but
caught him with a second shot In
forepaw, clipping OF fifth toe, one
of the small claws that grow above
the foot and are always in trouble.
This did not stop him, but the police
man, afraid to risk another shot be-
cause Of the crowd, waited for him to
come again, and many others, seeing
the hopeless circuit the mongrel fol-
lowed, did likewise, armed with bricks
and clubs. Among them was the pim-
ply clerk, who had been inspired to
commander q pitchfork from hard
ware store.
When the fifth round came Respecta-
bility's race was run. he turned Into
Main street at a broken speed, hmping,
parcbed, voiceless, necked with blood
and foam, swapping feebly at the
showering rocks, but still indomitably
a little ahead Of the hunt. There was
no yelp left In him-he was too thor
oughly winded for that - but In bis
brilliant and despairing eyes shone the
agony Of a cry louder than the tongue
of a dog could uttef-"O master, o all
the god I know, where are you in my
mortal needY'
Now indeed he had gantlet to
run, for the street was lined with
those who awaited him, while the pur-
suit grew closer behind. A number of
the hardest stood squarely in his path,
and be hesitated for second, which
gave the opportunity for a surer aim.
and many missiles struck him. Let
him have it now, officer" said Eugene
Bantry, standing with Judge Pike at
the policeman's elbow. There's your
chance"
But before the revolver couid he dis
charged Respectfully had begun to
run again, hobbling on three legs and
lodging feebly. A heavy stone struck
him on the shoulder, and he turned
across the street, making for the Ma
tional House corner, where the joyful
clerk brandished his pitchfork. Going
slowly, he almost touched the pimply
one as he passed, and the clerk, al
ready rehearsing in his mind the hon.
ors which should follow the brave
stroke, raised the tines above the little
dogs head for the coup de grace. They
did not descend, and the daring youth
failed Of fame as the laurel almost en-
braced his brows. A hickory walking
stick was thrust between his legs. and
be, expecting to strike, received
blow upon the temple SUFFICIENT for bis