The Holbrook news., 1910-12-30

and if his mutt came poking around he would get licked out of his boots.
 On a certain evening the tailor had saIl1ed forth with a smile on his face. He f1ourished his cane He strutted. His mutt strutted. Patton alley saw and whispered it's admiration. It had denizen who was financially able to eat out, and it was proud of him. It was sensation, and on top of it came the knockout blow Miss liar ner appeared in her best. She carried Ian and purse. She wore her eye giasss- She walked in a languid way, and she was followed by her whiffet. The whiffet walked with decorum.
 Patton alley dispatched three diff ierent messengers to follow Miss liar ner. When those messengers return ed and reported that she had entered the same eating house patronized by MT. Rasser and taken a seat at the best table-the only one boasting of a cloth on its surface-men and women sat down on the curbstones and were dumb.
 MT Rasser was seated at table when his eyes beheld a vision or, ratner' two visions-a lady and a whiffet dog. They sailed past him just as he ordered a small chuck steak and soft boiled egg. They sat down and looked him over in disdain. In voice that thrilled his very soul and made him long to do murder they ordered:
 Waitah, bring me fried oysters, hash-brown potatoes, celery. aspara- gus, salad and a small bottle of your very best claret. Be sure-the very best"
 And the waiter. knowing that he had real lady to deal with, got a gait on him, and all the other diners looked and reverenced.
 The tailor was squelched. His glory had suddenly departed His pompos- ity fell from him like a horse blanket. There was but one thing he could do. Death to the whiffetl The two ca hines, not six feet apart, were glaring and growing at each other. All that was needed to bring on a conflict was little encouragement MT. Rasser gave his mutt kick and the battle was on. All the diners agreed that 1t was an even thing while it lasted, but 1t resulted in the tailor's dog being kicked outdoors by waiter, and the tailor following without being kicked. though he threatened all kinds of law suits as he went.
 Next day MT. Rasser went hack to his oil stove and kippered herring. He explained that the eating house ruined his digestion. Two days later Miss Harner went back to her oil stove and sausage. She explained that it was too far to go for a first class eating house. Again the whiffet and the mutt "sassed" each other across the alley. Again the racket of the sewing machines. Again the odors.
 And then one day the climax came and Cupid arrived. MT Rasser heard Miss Harner scream. He was little and he was mad, but he was a cheva- Her. He ran down his stairs and up hers. She had driven a needle into her finger and tainted with the pain. He assisted the woman to mop her face in cold water and chafe her hands and ask her if she felt better. With pair of pincers he pulled the needle out. He ran after arnica and plaster. He guaranteed there would be no case of lockjaw
 And was Miss Harner grateful? She was. She realized for the first time what nice little chap MT. Ras- ser was, and he realized the financial advantages of a tailor and a seam stress under one roof. and it wasn't a month before the whiffet and the mutt were eating out of the same dish.
 Patton alley says it's all arranged and all right, and when the loving couple walk out to take in a moving picture show-arm in armand the dogs side by side. there are whispers of:
 My. but if they are so happy now what will it be when they are wed,"