The Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1903-1909, 1908-02-13
Uncle Zed's Dog.

Richard Harding DAVIDSON, eultor
and proprietor of the Croix County
Chronicle, was porting over list OF
delinquent subscribers and wondering
If the ghost could possibly have spirit
enough to walk Saturday night, when
Uncle" Zed Hopkins came In.
1t was plain to be seen that Uncle"
Zed was mad. He seated himself in the
spare sanctum chair, set his doughty
elm cane upright between his knees,
built a Westinghouse" of his fingers
and began deliberately;
Editor Davidson, I've took tn Chron-
icle nigh onto ten years, an ! amt asst
many fayors Of ye. but I've come now
to have we wallop those Higglnses
that killed my dog Shep!"
At this juncture Uncle" Zed wiped
his eyes on red bandanna handker-
chief which he then wound around one
hand, and continued
Il don't allow to have no trouble
with my neighbors, but
wait a minute" said Editor Rich
ard Harding Davidson. reaching for
his pencil and pad. Wait minute,
Uncle Zed"
Uncle Zed edged toward the editor
expectantly and waited. Mr. Davidson
continued:
Now I'll read as write and when
you don't like 1t, you say So
"All right, Mr. Editor" piously as
scented Uncle" Zed with due appre-
citation.
Some low miscreant," read the
editor, scribbling, whose heart is
about the size of flea and whose
head must be shaped like tack,
atrociously, maliciously and with NAL.
ice aforethought, shot that fine, big
family dog"
Uncle" Zeds face fell and his lip
quivered as he interrupted
His name was Shep', Mr.. David
son Shep' was his name!"
"All right--that fine, big, family
dog, Shep, owned by Uncle Zed Hop
kris Saturday night. A man that
would shoot dog like Shep is the
greenest scum of the earth and hang
ing is too good for him."
"How's that, Uncle Zed?''
Good mighty good!" testified the
patriarch, rubbing his hands gleefully
and squirming in the creaking chair.
but amt we goin' to mention no
names?"
why, yes, I might, Mr.. Hopkins;
that is IL you desire it,"
We'll, amt insistin none, but
I've took yer paper a long time, Mr..
Davidson, long time!"
Its our painful duty in this con-
nection,'" resumed the editor, to an
nounce we have among us family so
lost to common decency and the man.
dates of society, as to kill an innocent
and unassuming dog"
by lingo, that's great" interposed
Uncle" Zed with Joy in his voice;
"that'll make EN- cringe some,
guess Go ahead, editor go ahead"
LAS to kill an innocent and unas-
Stunning dog, and, to make long story
short, the name is Higgins"
Uncle" Zed brought his cane to the
floor with an enthusiastic clatter.
"Hurrah Say, editor, you're a
trump You're a man with tn cour-
age of his convictions You're a.
what's that? Sign it! Sign IT."
Uncle" zed arose hastily from his
chair, his surprise paramount:
Me sign it!!!'
you certainly don't want me to as.
sumo responsibility for n, Mr.. Hop
kins My dog hasn't been killed" ex-
postulated the editor with a smile in
his eye that Uncle Zed did not see.
Thunder in the winter time! Great
horn spoons and little fishes OF all
the fool editors | ever see you are the
wust!" shouted Uncle zed. waving
his cane, his bandanna and his whis-
kers all at one and The Iame lime as
he stumped away.
And the next day Editor Richard
Harding Davidson was notified by mail
to stop Uncle" Zeds paper.
But he didn't do it. A country ed.
itor knows thing or two about hui
man nature Uncle" zed would have
been really angry had he complied
with the order.
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