The San Francisco call., 1908-09-13
- BY ELLIS ~

TITO .rotber room. where they sat
hand in hand on the sofa. breatnIesS-
And late at night. long after MI.
Stortz had fallen asleep, Mr. Stortz sa'
up in bed.
II will neffer. neffer gif up that nuno
dogr' he declared Mrs Stortz sleps
peacefully. He reached over and gave
ber = shake and she sighed and opened
her ewes. Tina he said, listen 10
me once! 1 do not gif up that Tscnep'
no. nefferi Tschep iss mein own dos.
undt I neffer gif him up! NOT untn
dot Atlantic ocean freezes over Dy niin-
melE
her pillow, and closed her eyes 10 sleep.
Il guess mebby 1t dond't freeze some
yet" she said drowsily. Dondt worry
aboudt it,"
For some time Mr.. Stortz sat with
his arms folded thinking of courts ana
appeals to supreme courts, and Inen
he too lay down and slept.
Night and sleep are fine things in
many ways. and for nothing are tney
better than for anger. When Mr. StOrtz
awoke at the next morning ne was
all nicely packed back into the kes
again He was cool and calm, anu
there was no evidence that he had ever
flashed into anger. Night and sleep mad
gathered the smoke and fumes OF SAT-
peter, and the powder was back In the
keg.. He sat down to breakfast with a
smile to his wife and a pretty word Tor
Anna and Willie. He smiled at the
eQm that stood in the egg cup and
raised his knife to open II. and then
the telephone bell rang Mr.. Stortz
went to the telephone.
Hello" said the man on the other
end of the wire, lis this Mlsther Stortzf
Good mornin' L ye. sir. This Is Misther
O'Grady, tn dog man. 1 was wonderta,
would ye want tn bill for tn care an
feedin' of tn collie sent Z tn house. or
t tn office. Misther Stortz?'
Mr.. Stortz turned and held - one
finger to his wife and Anna and Willie
and smiled. He put his hand ever the
mouthpiece of the phone.
Tina he said. chuckling, eth dog
man has 'phoned. I guess 1 get me dot
dog all righdt! Hello" he said, turn
ing to the phone again. what iss it?'J
"I was askin' ye." repeated O'Grady.
would ye be havin' tn bill for tn dog
sfht L yer house or L yer office? Tn
dog died on me last noight betwane
twilve and wan o'clock
The smile faded from Mr. Stortz's
face. He frowned and his face be-
came as red as the dining room wall
paper.
Il was goin' { ring We up anyway
continued O'Grady, slowly, 'fer AIishter
Doolittle was afther telephonin' me
afrly this mornin'. He laid awake last
night thinkin' an he made up his mind
he had done ye wrong, Misther Stortz.
He became convinced, sir, that tn dog
was your dog"
There was one minute in which Mr..
Stortz could not find his voice. but Mrs.
StOrtz could hear him breathing deep
and hard.
"Dondt you gif in. Frantz." she said
helpfully. You stick. undt you will get
Tsehep sure. I guess dot Atlantic
ocean atnd't going to freeze bretty
quick
But Mr.. Stortz paid no attention. His
mind was on the telephone. and when
he spoke it was TO O'Grady.
''Undt haf been awake lasdt night,
already yet. too. he shouted hoarsely.
''Undt L haf think I hav done a mis-
take, too. I haf remember I dond't
know that Tschep. I'm not acquainted
NIT him. 1 become convinced, too. Mis-
ter O'Grady. dot iss not mein dogi I
neffer know dot dog"
He paused and breathed deep and
long
VIII ye have tn dog brought Z yer
house t be buried" said O'Grady. cor
will bury him fer We? Or mebby," he
added gently. we would like fer me Z
do him up in sack, Mister Stortz an
drop him into tn Atlantic ocean II it's A
not frozen over yet"
O'Grady heard a noise like a man
ripping a telephone box from a wall.
but that broke the connection, and of
course he could not hear Mr.. Stortz
kicking the telephone box across the
dining room