The San Francisco call., 1908-09-13

(Copyright, 1905, by the New YORK Herald 90.
All Rights Reserved
TOR the tenth time Mr. Stortz
walked around the range Of cages
and paused before the cage con-
tanning the dachshund, but Willie
and Anna still fingered before the
cage in which stood the handsome long
haired collie. O'Grady, the proprietor
OF the kennel and dog hospital, fol-
lowed Mr.. Stortz, pointing out the good
points of his stock. He was wiry lit
tie Irishman, and his quick blue eyes
>vere alert to catch any indication of
preference shown by the face Of Mr..
Stortz.
Anna, Willie" called Mr.. Stortz.
Come look at such a nice leetle dachs-
hund once. Mebby il is better we don't
get such a big hund dog once again.
Such leetle dogs amt running all round
town making friends NIT everybody
like Tschep was"
"Aw. father" coaxed. Willie, Il want
a nice big collie like Shep was. 1 don't
want a low dog like that. 1 want
high dog that 1 can have some fun
with"
sMebby you take what I gif you"
said M Stortz Il don't like such big
hund dogs laying down all ofer the
house. It is goot we got rid Of that
Tschep."
Thin little dogs" said o'Grady. is
foine fer tn house, Misther Stortz. An
tn affectionateness of thin dachshunds
is beyond ALL Look how this wan is
waggin' his tail at ye this minute!
wisht niver had amy dogs in me hos
pitaI but dachshunds. Misther Stortz.
'Tis like good childer they be, so pa
tient an all, an never wan bit cross.
I have wan in me hospital now, an
'twould do yer heart good t see how
nice he takes his medicine
Jaw, father" said Anna, coaxingly,
''can I see the i'll dogs in the hospital?
I never saw dogs in hospital"
Mr.. Stortz looked at O'Grady inquir-
ingly, and the little Irishman nodded.
Mr. Stortz was a just man and an
honest one and ready at all times TO
stand up for the right. 1t was not
his fault that the right was always on
his side-that was fate's fault-and as
fate had arranged things that way Mr..
Stortz was but just TO himself in being
positively convinced that he was al
ways in the right. He was a calm
man and a patient one, as calm and
patient as an open keg of gunpowder
1f so1- hp
innumerable lighted matches of in
justice and error. There is nothing so
sober and peaceful as an open keg Of
gunpowder. 1t is almost as immovable
as a tombstone until a lighted match
happens to fall into it-and then 1t
isn't One instant il is a quiet, gentle
keg Of powder and the next instant
there is a 'pouf," and the air is full
of blue smoke and yellow light and
fume OF battle-crowded full Of it. That
is the way a keg of powder acts
unanimously. 1t doesn't dribble along
like wooden rag on fire. 1t doesn't
sizzle a little and burn little around
the edges and smoke and smother itself
out A keg of powder is never half
hearted when it gets to work. One
second Il is as quiet as a baked apple
and the next second il is all up in the
air somewhere and not a grain left on
terra irma. That is the way a keg of
powder goes of. and that was the way
Mr. Stortz went off when a lighted
match rubbed against him. He did not
go off often, but when he did the air
was full of him.
There be no harrum in tn childer
seein' tn hospital" said O'Grady, will
ingly opening the door into the back
room. Mr.. Stortz and Willie and Anna
walked through.
Mr.. Stortz had lost a dog. collie,
one of those friendly dogs that believe
that home is where the heart is, and
that carry their hearts around with
them. For three weeks Mr.. Stortz had
said. soothingly, as his children teased
for a new dog: Wait a leetle yet:
mebby Tschep comes back bretty soon"
But Shep did not come back, and this
bright Sunday morning Mr.. Stortz had
yteided TO the coaxing and had brought
Willie and Anna to the dog store TO
pick out new dog.
Fog one instant Mr. Stortz stood
locking at the dog that lay on a
blanket in one corner of the room. and
the next instant he went 'pouf.'
H2t he cried, red tn the face and
shaking a fist at O'Grady. so il is you
max a thiefng of my dog Tschepi So
it is you hide him in back rooms from
me yet, Hai Anna. Willie. 1t is
Tschep, yes"
1t was Shep. The dog jumped up and
paved Mr.. Stortz and Anna and Willie.
He capered before them and jumped
on them and barked in a wheezy
choked way, while Mr.. Stortz trembled
with rage and breathed hard.
You tief," he cried, glaring at
O'Grady. You sell me such no goot
dachshund yet, yes? But wait, I haf
you in Jail righdt away. Gif me my
dog! Gif me my Tschep. undt be quick
aboudt it,"
OGrady stepped back beyond the
range of the waving fists
Wan minute, Misther Stortz" he
cried. will ye be quiet a minute, then,
an let a man have a decint word wild
ye2 Hist, Misther Stortz."
viii I make myself still undt listen
TO fief talking?" shouted Mr.. Stortz
I will talk next. by chiminy, 1 will
talk nit policeman, undt NIT judges.
yes. I will haf you in the calaboose
bretty quick, you-you hund dog
stealer"
O'Grady bent forward and his neck
grew red. He stuck out his chin and