The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1907-07-18

srr1Klng at MIN with CLUBS ana 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 1t 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, zoe
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 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
ing the beloved stairway for the fourth
time. The policeman lifted his re-
volver, fired twice, missed once, but
caught him with second shot In a
forepaw, clipping off a fifth toe, one
Of the small ciPws 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-
Main street at broken speed, limping,
parched, voiceless, fecked with blood
and foam, swapping feebly at the
showering rocks, but still indomitably
q little ahead Of the hunt There was
no yefp left in him-he was too thor
oughly winded for that t. 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 1 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 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 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, ue dlIlOSl SOuCuSO luc puppy
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
he, expecting to strike, received q
blow upon the temple sufficient for his
present undoing and bedazzlement.
He went over backward, and the pitch
fork mot the thing to hold poised on
high when one is knocked DOWN fell
with the force he had intended for Re-
spectability upon his own shin.
A train had pulled into the station,
and a tired, travel worn young man,
descending from sleeper, walked rap
idly up the street to learn the occasion
of what appeared to be riot. When
he was close enough to understand its
nature he dropped his bag and came