The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1908-10-02
CELESTIAL CANINE
ClEVERLy CAPTURED
TON OF NUISANCE IN
CITY POUND.

Heavy hanging clouds which had
rolled up during the night, obscured
the stars and cast a shadow over ap
preaching daylight, when, at 4 o'clock
this morning, Sergeant Frank Morse of
the police force, sat in his comfortable,
| caneseated chair at headquarters in
dulging in the luxury of a brown
study" The doughty sergeant had had
a most trying night, in that few calls
had come in, and the monotony of
night life, at the station had not been
broken into with the frequency which
would have been welcomed by the SOL
itary guardian of the red-light button.
The hour of the regular morning
change of beats was approaching. Still
the sergeant manifested no inclination
to eXtricate himself from the reverie,
until, without warning, the telephone
bell in the chiefs private office grated
shrilly upon his nerves. AT last after
a 12-hOur vigil, there was to be some
thing doing; for what other motive
would a person have to call police
headquarters at that ungodly hour?
With all the alacrity that his years
would permit Sergeant Morse made
dive for the receiver, and shouted
with exultation in the thought that he
had the key to the situation:
'P-o-l-i-c-e S-t-a-t-i-o-n.''
Well" returned a feminine voice,
made hoarse by the sleepiness which
the owner evidently felt, there is a
dog sitting under my window, and he
has been bowling for the last hour so
that none of us can sleep. 1 wish you
would do som 5thing
Twas no time for words Hanging
up the receiver with far-away look
in his eyes, the sergeant stepped
over to the red-light button, and mo-
ment later the dull red of the signal
glowed family beneath the scurrying
clouds. The patrolmen on their beats
did not fail to notice the beacon, and,
according to the unWritten law hast
ened their footsteps toward the city
bastile. the while wondering what
was in store for them.
One of the blue-coa was left in
charge of the office, while Patrolman
Tom Doyle and the sergeant, loaded to
the teeth with the usual parapherna-
liza to be found on an officer, stole
stealthily out through the alley, and
| across the street to where the dismal
bowls Of lonely canine issued forth.
After making their way to the resi-
dence from where the alarm had been
sounded, tho two maneuvered so that
one would come upon the brute from
either side and thus take him by sur
prise.
However, the surprise was on the
ether side, fer when the meeting had
taken place, Doyle and Morse were
alone, and the concert of the dog had
subsidized. The fairtest glimpse of a
| little black bulldog scurrying around
the corner gave the officers their clue,
and in less time than it takes to tell it
| ley and down another the race course
was laid, until. finally firing of the
chase, the offending animal repaired
to his masters home on Rose street,
where the owner was routed from his
downy couch and induced to inveigle
the animal into the house.
The capture soon followed. and the
city pound is now graceJ by the occu-
pancy of the Celestial dog which has
for weeks been nuisance to people
living near Third and Rose streets.
The animal bears the necessary license
tag but that fact failed to save him
from being condemned as a public
nuisance