The San Francisco call., 1908-09-13
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and deeper IN its purple hue O'Grady's
became whittier and whittier except for
the red line above his collar. O'Grady
was holding himself in with the whole
strength Of his boiling anger.
GO wan, Them he said, with white
hot calmness. Go wan an have a
spasm. IL ye want to. IT'S nawthin' t.
me. TIL dog is not me dog. W'u'd / be
botherin' with a dog like that an
coaxin' him out av tn pneumony If 1
was not paid for 1t? IT'S no dog
stealer 1 am, Misther Stortz Yell. if
ye want to, but 1 Will say me say an
be DANCED L We! Twas brought t
me by an esteemable gintlemin tn dog
was. [ be cured av tn pneumony A
gintlemin he is. wid a c'aracter be-
yant reproach Him it was brought
tn dog t me t have t pneumony
cured out av him, an tbs none av me
business did tn respectable gintlemin
steal him or buy him, or how he, got
him. Some gifts dogs wan way, Mis-
Their Stortz, sir, an some gifts thin
another, but Mike O'Grady does not
steal thin. If We would call amy one
thief We had betther speak tn word
[ Misther Doolittle an not t Mike
O'Grady"
Dooleetlei DooleetleI" shouted Mr..
Stortz. suddenly turning his anger from
OGrady to this new man. Such a man
1t was stole Tschep, was it? I will do
him leetle / will do him muchl Ach,
Willie, Anna, make my legs loose. / go
md that Dooleetler'
"Ah, papa, don't hit the dog man."
pleaded Anna. letting his knees 60
Hush.' said Mr.. Stortz sterniy. at
don't hurt him. He is as nothing to me.
1t is such a Dooleetle 1 speak some
words miti'
OGrady stood still. His face was still
white and his anger was still burning
within him. He was not like Mr. Stortz.
He did not flash like a keg of powder.
He burned like a thousand tons of coal
in cellar, slowly. Already Mr.. Stortz
had forgotten that he had ever been
angry with a man by the name of
OGrady, but O'Grady was just begin
ming TO feel that the one man he most
disliked was a German by the name of
Stortz. But he was still in the dog
business.
''Ye haven't TO go t find him. he said,
II that's what ye want l have me
telephone in TIL front ROOM Go an talk
t him, Misther Stortz, an inquire av
him If Mike O'Grady Is dog stealer or
not"
Mr. Stortz turned to the dog.
Yah, Tschep" he called. He was
not going to lose sight of that dog. 1t
was his dog. Doolittle or no DoolittIe.
he was going to hang on to the dog
while he had a drop of blood left He
was going 10 stick to his rights while
he had cent left in the bank to fight
with. The dog followed him into the
front room, and there Mr.. Stortz found
the telephone.
''Gif me- he began, and then remem-
bered that he had not Mr.. Doolittle's
number; We'll. hold on a minute vet.
can't you?" he shouted at the operator
lady. We'll, you schust wait, then No,
l don't hurry up some, needer You saw
some more worts and report you purity
quick Yes, L bet you! Ny name is
Stortz"
He slammed up the receiver and
glared at O'Grady.
Well" he shouted, what for are
you standing Hike a fool for? Don't
you see want the telephone book?
What you think I am? Gif me dot
book.'
He jerked the book from o'Grady's
hand and slammed il open. He ran over
the pages until he came to the DIS He
found Doolittle, and pointed at the
name with finger that trembled with
anger.
.Hello." he shouted into the tele-
phone. elf me sieben sechs und
zwanzig Grandt. Grandt! Yes, sieben
sechs-gif me sefen twendy- six
Grandt. Well, shut up once, and gif
ii to me. Yes, l speak what langwitch
l blease 1 don't take no worts from
Hello! Is that Mister Dooleetle?"
He held the telephone to his ear and
breathed hard while Mrs. DooIittIe
went to get her husband. Mr.. Doolit-
tie was quiet man. Hass seldom
smiled. He had been raised on the
kind of Connecticut farm that does not
make smiling a daily occupation; and
he had grown hard in his contact with
soil that consisted mostly of rocks
the size of his head. He was as cold as
piece Of ice and as polite as a dane
ing master. He put his ear to the re-
ceiver of his telephone.
"HelloT he said gently.
You tief. You Dooleetle hund dog
stealer. You wait till I get holt of you
once," said the telephone
Mr. Doolittle took the receiver from
his ear and looked at 1t with surprise
Then he put it TO his ear again.
'Hello"' he said gently.
Il make you t'ink hello" said the
voice angrily. Il show you how to
steal hund dogs! What for you stay
there and say Hello hello all the
time? Come down here once and I
show you what l rink of dog tiefs"
Beg pardon" said Mr.. Doolittle po-
litely, but could you speak a little
louder. l can't quite catch what you
say"
Mr.. Stortz had been doing his best.
He had been shouting at the top of his
voice, and it angered him a little to
hear Mr.. Doolittle say this. He moved
back from the telephone and drew back
his arm. He slammed the receiver at
the telephone with all his might 1t
missed its aim. He picked up the re-
ceiver again and threw it at the box.
Again it missed. He turned suddenly
and sat down on a box of Angora cats,
painting.
Mr. OGrady stepped TO the phone.
Hello" he said softly. This is