The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-03-16

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terror changing at his heels and the
increasing crowd yelling in pursuit, but
he turned to the left at each corner
and thus came back to pass Joe's STAIR
way again, unable to pause there or
anywhere, unable to do anything ex-
cept to continue his hapless flight poor
meteor
Round the block he went once more,
and still no chance at that empty stair
way, where perhaps, he thought, there
might be succor and safety. Blood was
upon his side where Martin Pixies boot
had crashed. foam and blood hung
upon his jaws and lolling tongue. he
ran desperately, keeping to the mid
die of the street, and, not bowling, set
himself despairlngly to outstrip the
terror. The mob dsdaining the sun
superbly. pursued as closely as it could,
throwing bricks and rocks at him,
striking at him with clubs apd sticks.
Happy Fear, playing "tic-tac-toe,' 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 a 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 dogr 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 if 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, fired twice, missed once, but
caught him with a second shot in
| forepaw, clipping off a 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 PIN
ply clerk, who had been inspired to
commander a pitchfork from a hard
ware store.
When the fifth round came Respecta-
bility's race was run. He turned into
Main street at broken speed, limping,
parched, voiceless, flecked with blood
and foam. swapping feebly at the
showering rocks, but still indomitably
little ahead of the hunt. There was
no yelp left In him-he was too thor
oughly winded for that = but in his
brilliant and despairing eyes shone the
agony of a cry louder than the tongue
of dog could utter-"O master, o all
the god / know, where are you in my
mortal need?"
Now indeed he had a 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 he hesitated for a second, which
gave the opportunity for 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 could be dis
charged Responsibility 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 hickory walking
stick was thrust between his legs. ana
he, expecting to strike, received
blow upon the temple sufficient for I'll!
present undoing and bedazzlemenf
He went over backward, and the pltch
fork mot the thing to hold poised o.
high when one is knocked down fel
i, with the force he had intended for he
/, spectability upon his own shin.
A train had pulled into the station
and a tired, travel worn young man
descending from sleeper, walked raI
idly up the street to learn the occasion
Of what appeared to be a riot. Whe
he was close enough to understand 1t
nature he dropped his bag and cam
on at top speed. shouting loudly to tn
: battered mongrel, who tried with hl
: remaining strength to leap toward hiI
through a Gordon of kicking legs, Will
! Eugene Bantry again called TO the pt
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