Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1907-09-06
Ole
Rogue 5
March,.

another, however, he took Toms hand
and expressed enthusiastically the
hope that the threshold of his house
would prove to be also that Of new
life for Tom.
You have left the past behind you,
Thomas" said he, 'and all your ene-
mics with it. Rest assured of that. II
they follow you here, they'll have me
to deal with. can promise them
they have laid their last finger on you.
No; there's brighter future ahead of
you. trust, and always recollect-I
am your friend"
Il suppose you are" said poor Tom
In reply. He could believe and feel
but little even yet.
You suppose amp cried Daintree,
looking rather queerly at Tom. "You
shall dine at my tablet" he then ex-
claimed. you shall have all your
meals with me! Mrs Fawcett, lay
place for Thomas and show him his
room"
1t was little room certainly, but an
incredibly peasant one. The window
almost oyerhung the bay, and the bed
was white feast for bloodshot eyes,
Dinners ready. Don't you spoil it,
young man, by keeping master wait
Ing" said Mrs. Fawcett, and then over
her shoulder as she went, "AIy word,
but you're lucky onel'
Perhaps he required telling so. It
was all so difficult to believe, so impos-
sible to understand. But bewllderment
had not yet given place to curiosity.
He was, however, beginning to real
lie that he had fallen from the cruelest
into the kindest hands on earth when,
returning to the yeranda, he encouf-
tered the kind man, with cleaning
eye and set face quite inconsistent
with that impression. A fox terrier,
indifferently bred, with one ear up and
one down, but the most eager eyes,
had wildly welcomed Daintree while
Daintree was welcoming Tom. This
little dog he was now dragging saw
agely along by its collar.
I Wont come into my study!' ex-
planned Daintree in voice of amazing
fury. "Once thrashed him in there,
so now he thinks he won't come in.
But he shall-he shall-he shall!' DR..
Sullivan himself in dealing with re-
calcitrant convict could have employed
no more ferocious tone
The dog was dragged within yard
Of the door 1t would not enter, then re-
leased, and it did not run away. Dam
tree now went within and called and
whistled to the dog, but there 1t stood,
brlstling all over, and yet wagglng Its
tail with immense energy, as II to pro-
claim Its anxiety to please In any other
way, but enter that room 1t could not.
Nor was 1t until Daintree rushed out
In his rage that the little dog turned
toll and ran away. And again he
caught 1t, and again and again the
same thing happened, the man vowing
the dog should give In, the dog still
wagging his tail and still disobeying,
the dinner growing cold on the table
and Tom viewing the whole petty,
pitlable exhibition with the most irri-
tating pain and disenchantment It
made his heart sick to see this man of
all men in such passion about so
small thing. In a little he was all
but foaming at the mouth, and at last,
when he caught up a heavy ivory paper:
knife and belabored the dog with that
the spectacle hurt Tom more than any
fogging he had witnessed in the iron
gang. It was not only that his feeling
for men was numbed, while his feeling
for animals remained quick-here was
the one man living whom he wished to
honor and to admire, and the honor
and the admiration were sickening at
their birth.
The beating did no good whatever
Then Daintree turned on his heel with
such a face that Tom took the dog in
his arms. He heard drawer unlocked
In the room. When his master reap
ppeared the paper knife was no longer III
his hand. A pistol was there instead.
Where's the dog?" he cried.
Here" said Tom, showing him.
Put it down. I'm going to shoot
him. I'll have no stubborn beasts
here!'
Have you had this one long, sir?"
From a puppy" said Daintree, cock
Ing his pistol. Come, put him down
or we'l never get any dinner tonight"
No." said Tom firmly. You'll be
sorry for it afterward. You will be
vexed with me for standing by and
letting you do such a thing In your
heat
The other gasped, but never said a
word.
II the dog Is no good to you, give
him to me-" continued Tom. Don't