Bisbee daily review., 1909-07-13
The Destiny
 Of Rip
tcopyrisht Sy J. B Lppincott Col
Iy KARL vON KRAFT

Copyright. by J. B. Lippincott Col
 -Ar Crawley. you must get rid of tAat dog," "
 Crswley said nothing. It was a habit of his when Mrs. Crawley had delivered an uitimatum.
 Eyer since you brought home that spiay-footed. drop-eared. yellow-bar. reaed pup this neighborhood has been sssthing with interest. I could stand the profane swearing of Ikeman's cats. and the sQuawking of Keller's chick ess. while Rip is chasing them. but when it takes to dessicating my new white lace petit
 My dear" broke in Crawley, I'm willing to part with him-but how!
 Give him away. of course" sniffed Hrs. Crawiey. Nothing easier. You're always bragging about his pedigree.
 So, the next day being Friday-and the 13th-Crswley began to give Rip away.
 How that knowing pup scented the plot. I cannot conceive. but he must lave divined 1t. else why did he spike Crawley's first gun by affectionately siping his muddy hide on Mir. Wilkins snowy flannel trousers just as the grnteful Wilkins was about to re- eeiye Rip as s gift from his friend Erawley?
 Crawley thought he caught Rip in a wicked wink, but he couldn't be sure.
 In the next block Crawiey 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 Heywood babies. Such a domestic treasure would find a good home. etc.
 Crawley greeted his friend en- thusiastically, while Rip engaged a few heas in an animated game of tag.
 "Blieve you wanted a dog. Haywood. cid chap?"
 That's what do. Crawley. Know ef good one7"
 Do I? Well. Here. Rip, Now look at that thoroughbred. Haywood. Do you think I'd part with promising pup like that if We had room for him Oar-ah-iot's too small to give him exercise. You now. have just the place for a dog-fine yard. plenty of lawn. all that sort of thing, you know.''
 Gentle? Safe with kids. Crawley?"
 Look al him. Heywood Ever see . tnilder little cuss for a well-bred ami 0al?"
 Haywood Iooked-and gasped
 Rip was placidly reposing upon the front stoop of a house across the street which bore the sinister sign Small BOX"
 Mother day. Craw-Crawley. :" stammered Heywood Must meet isagement" And of he dashed.
 Under his breath Crawley men tioned some unpublished facts regard ing Rips pedigree.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 iured the horizon with it's bony out line
 Crawley waited So did Rip-at the utmost end of the leading chain which hts master had now attached to his col lar.
 Just the fellow I wanted to see. Hopkins" cried Crawley. expansively. I'm going away for awhile" he just thought of that-'and hate to sell a Hooded dog like that" pointing with aGectionate admiration to where Rip sat hungrily licking his drooling chops as he eyed a package protrud. ing from MT. Hopkins basket Now, 5 vent on Crawley, a generous note iu his voice, If I could find a 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 a passionate dash for Mr. Hopkins bas ket. which the owner had deposited just behind him.
 With that attention to geometrical sxioms for which Rip deserved 10 be famous, if not universally beloved, he made a straight line between Mir Hopkins atteauatei calves for the veal in tie basket Naturally. he mei with minor interruptions. Assisted by . diaboiical banana skin. MT Hopkins Hung his gray-trousered legs violently into the pit of Crawley's stomach. ana bimself sat down on Rip, the veal, anC she basket.
 With lightning squirm and a sui located yowl. Rip upset his oppresso . second time and boited for home accompanied by Hopkins veal-bu not by his benediction.
 Crawley painfully followed. Rip de eiined to be given away.
 At the council of war in the Craw ley home that evening the wife hu namely decided against poisoning or drowning. Her spouse. in un usual rancor, intimated that her mod eration was due to her not having triet to give the pup away.
 Well. let the boys sell him to-mor TOW. They may have the money fo themselves" decided Mrs. CrawIey.
 Rip spent a profitable and hilariou Saturday morning playing with Bill, and Ted. In the afternoon the boy took him down town to the bird an, 6og store, kept by a round German dog doctor.
 Billy and Ted boldly entered tn, shop. Rip was enchanted. So wer' the boys. Monkeys chattered, magpie sereeched. cockatoos preened gorgeou wings. Angora cats snoozed peace fully. puppies sambolled; it was regular Garden of Eden before th' fall.
 Alas. Rip was cast to play the ser pent. And it may be admitted that h' assumed the role with verve and dash
 "Wofrh Ver goin' fo gimme for hi,