Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1908-02-13
sought. discovered a similarity to his
own case and prayed to his dim gods

And there were some who cried, Joe
Louden's dogp that being equally as
exciting and explanatory.
Three times round. and still the lit.
tie fugitive maintained lead A gray
helmeted policeman, big fellow, had
joined the pursuit He had children
at home who might be playing in the
street and the thought of what might
happen to them If the mad dog should
and steady. He was falling behind, so
he stopped on the corner, trusting that
Responsibility would come round again.
He was right, and the flying brownish.
thing streaked along Main street. pass
ing the beloved stairway for the fourth
time. The policeman lifted his re-
volver, fred twice, missed once, but
caught him with a second shot in
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 pitchfork from a hard
ware store.
When the fifth round came Respecta-
bility's race was run. He turned into
Main street at broken speed, limping,
parched, yoiceless, fecked with blood
and foam, swapping feebly at the
showering rocks. but still indomitably
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 dog could utter-"O master, O all
the god l know, where are you in my
mortal need?'
Now indeed he had a 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 it now, officer" said Eugene
Bantry, standing with Judge Pike at
the policeman's elbow. There's your
chance"
But before the revolver could be dis
charged Responsibility had begun to
run again, hobbling on three legs and
lodging feebiy. 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, he almost touched the pimply
one as he passed, and the clerk. al
ready rehearsing In 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 q
blow upon the temple sufficient for his
present undoing and bedazzlemenr.
He went over backward, and the pitch
fork mot the thing to hold poised on
high when one is knocked DOWN fell
with the force he had intended for Re
spectability upon his own shin.
A train had pulled into the station,
and tired, travel worn young man,
descending from sleeper, walked rap
IDLY up the street to learn the occasion
IF what appeared to be riot. When
te was close enough to understand its
nature he dropped his bag and came
on at top speed. shouting loudly to the
battered mongrel. who tried with his
remaining strength to leap toward him
through a Gordon of kicking legs. while
Eugene Bantry again called to the po-
liceman to fire.
IF he does. d-n you. I'll kill him"
Joe saw the revolver raised, and then,
Eugene being in his way. he ran full
tilt into his stepbrother with all his
force, sending him to earth, and went
on literally over him as he lay prone
upon the asphalt. that being the short
est way to Responsibility. The next
instant the mongrel was in his mas
ter's arms and weakly licking his
hands.
But it was Eskew Arp who had
saved the little dog. for 1t was his
stick which had tripped the clerk and
his hand which had struck him down.
All his bodily strength had departed in
that effort, but he staggered out into
the street toward Joe.
Joe Loudeny' called the veteran In
a loud voice. Joe Loudenr' and sud-
denly reeled The colonel and Squire
Buckalew were making their way
toward him, but Joe. holding the dog
to his breast with one arm, threw the
other about Eskew.
tits a town-it's town'-the old
fellow flung himself free from the sup
porting arm-sit's town you couldn't
even trust yellow dog tor