The Dolores star., 1909-06-04
The Destiny
Of Rip
BY KARL Won RAFT

Vopyright. by J. u. I.ippincott Co)
sMr. Crawley. you must get rid oi
tina, dog,"
Crawley said nothing. It was
habit Of his when Mrs. Crawley hao
delivered an ultimatum.
rEyer since you brought home that
splayiooted, drop-eared. yellow-bar
relied pup this nelghborhood has been
sesthing with interest. ! could stand
the profane swearing of Ikeman's cats,
and the squawking of kellers chick
ems, while Rip is chasing them. but
when 1t takes to dessicating my new
white lace petit"
sMy DEAR" broke In Crawley, I'm
willing to Part with him-but how?"
rGive him away, Of course shifted
Mrs. Crawley. Nothing easier. You're
always Dragging about his pedigree"
30, the next day being Friday-and
the l3th-Crawley began to give Rip
away
How that knowing pup scented the
plot, ! cannot conceive, but he must
have OWNED it, else why did he spike
Crawley's first gun by affectionately
wiping his muddy hide on Mr.. wilkins
aEsvy flannel trousers Just "a the
grateful Wilkins was about to re-
ceive Rip as gift from his friend
Crawley?
Crawley thought he caught Rip In a
wicked wink, but he couldn't be
sure.
In the next block Crawley met his
old friend Haywood. Just the man!
Simple-hearted, benevolent Haywood,
Only last week he had intimated his
yearning for trusty watch-dog-one
that would be gentle with the several
Haywood babies. Such domestic
treasure would find a good home. etc.
Crawley greeted his friend en-
Enthusiastically. while Rip engaged few
feas in an animated game of tag
"Blieve you wanted dog, Haywood.
old chap?"
That's what do, Crawley. Know
Of good one?"
DO 1? Well! Here, Rip! Now
look at that thoroughbred, Haywood.
Do you think I'd part with promising
pup like that II we had room for him
Our-ah-lot's too small to give him
exercise. You now, have just the
place for dog-fine yard, plenty OF
lawn. all that sort Of thing, you
know"
Gentle? Safe with kids, Crawley?"
Look at him, Haywood. Ever see
milder little cuss for well-bred ami
MALI"
Haywood looked-and gasped.
front stoop of house across the street
which bore the sinister sign Small.
pox."
Mother day, Craw-Crawley, !"
stammered Haywood. Must meet
'gagement." And off he dashed.
Under his breath Crawley men.
toned some unpublished facts regard.
ing Rips pedigree.
Crawley took fresh courage, how
ever. as the spare figure of Theodore
Hopkins. his old-time friend, pune
tured the horizon with its bony out
line.
Crawley waited. So did Rip-at the
utmost end OF the leading chain which
his master had now attached to his col.
lar.
Just the fellow wanted to see,
Hopkins" cried Crawley, expansively.
I'm going away for awhile" he just
thought OF that-"and hate to sell a
blooded dog like that" pointing with
affectionate admiration to where Rip
sat hungrily licking his drooling
chops as he eyed package protrud.
ing from Mr.. Hopkins basket Now
went on Crawley, generous note In
his voice, "if could find good home
"a good home, mind you. Theodore
where my wife could be dead sure that
Rip would meet"
The fatal word added the last straw
to Rips load of virtue. He made q
passionate dash for Mr.. Hopkins bas.
ket, which the owner had deposited
just behind him.
With that attention to geometrical
axioms for which Rip deserved to be
famous, II not universally beloved, he
made a straight line between Mr..
Hopkins attenuated calves for the
veal in the basket. Naturally, he met