Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1907-09-12
By BOOTH HARRINGTON,

happen to them IL the mad dog SHOULD
head that way resolved him to be COO
and steady. He was falling behind, 81
he stopped on the corner, trusting tha
Responsibility would come round again
He was right, and the flying brownlsl
thing streaked along Main street, pass
ing the beloved stairway for the fourtf
time. The policeman lifted his re
volver, fired twice, missed once, but
caught him with a second shot in q
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 n pitchfork from a hard
ware store.
When the ffth round came Respecta-
bility's race was run. He turned into
Main street at a broken gpeed, limplng,
parched, voiceless, necked with blood
and foam. swapping feebly at the
showering rocks, but still indomitably
n 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 cry louder than the tongue
OF a dog could utter-"O master, o all
the god know, where are you In my
mortal ncedT
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 he hesitated for second, which
gave the opportunity for surer aim.
and many missiles struck him. "Let
him have IL now, officer" said Eugene
Bantry. standing with Judge Pike ut
the pollceman's elbow. There's your
chance"
But before the revolver could be dis
charged Rospectability had begun TO
run again. hobbilng 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. no almost touched the pimply |
one ms he passed. and the clerk, al |
ready rehearsing I'm 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 a
blow upon the temple sufficient for his
present undoing and bedazElement.
lie went over backward. and the pitch
fork mot the thing 10 hold poised op
high when one Is knocked down. fell
with the force he had intended for Re
upon his own shin.
A train had pulled into the station,
and a tired. travel worn young man.
descending from a sleeper. walked rap
Idly up the street 20 learn the occasion
of what appeared 10 be riot. When
be was close enough 10 understand its
nature he dropped his bag and came
,n at top speed. shouting loudly to the
battered mongrel. who tried with his
strength 90 leap toward him
through Gordon OF kicking legs, while
eugene Bantry again called 10 the po-
iceman 60 fire.
III he does, d-n you. I'll kill himF
Ioe saw the revolver raised. aud then.
eugene being In his way. he ran full
III into his stepbrother with all his
orce, sending him 20 earth. aud went
N literally over him as he lay prone
pom the asphalt. that being the short.
81 way 10 Responsibility, The next
Instant the mongrel was I'm his mas.
er's arms and weakly licking his
ands.
But II was Eskew Arp who had
aved the little dog. for II was his
tick which had tripped the clerk and
Is hand which had struck him down.
II his bodily strength had departed In
hat effort, but he staggered out into
le street toward Joe.
Joe Loudenv' called the veteran In
loud voice, 'Joe Loudenr' aud sud.
emily reeled. The colonel and Squire
'uckalew were making their way
>ward him, but Joe. holding the dog "
his breast with one arm, threw the
ther about Eskew. =
Its a town-it's a town"-the old
allow dung himself free from the sup
orting arm-''it's town you couldn't
ven trust yellow dog tor s
lie sank back upon Joe's shoulder, 4
peeehless. An open carriage had n
riven through the crowd. the eol0red q
river urged by two ladies upon the Al
aek seat. aud Martin Pike saw IL stop :
the group In the middle OF the !
rect where Joe stood. the wounded =
~ held 20 his breast by one arm. the
d man. white aud half faintlng. sup :, =
lrlfal Inv lhs, aFhar AIarflu N4ha 80. ~