The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-05-09
Kindly
Intentions

The first time Holpeter saw the dog
he walked on rapidly and tried to
think of something else. Memories Of
past benevolences in the canine lines
and their resultant troubles prompted
him to adopt this course. All his life
Holpeter had been seeing homeless
dogs, and even he had reached the
point where he realized that it was
not always we'll to have too acute a
vision.
Further, this particular dog was not
at all the sort Of dog sane person
would care to see. 1t might have been
almost anything in the line of dog ex-
cept a Mexican hairless, because it.
was so grimy and matted that its or
1g1nal style of architecture and decor2-
ton was quite obliterated But Hoa.
peter had caught a glance from It's
eye that struck in. He turned up his
fur collar and dug his hands farther
into his pockets and strobe on, frown-
ing.
II came near bringing a dog home,"
Holpeter told his wife at dinner that
night.
my goodness!" cried She II should
think you'd have more sense!"
ooh, was just joking!" Holpetar
made haste to say. I'VE can't have
dog in fiat"
The next morning as he he walked
down the street Holpeter saw the dog
again, shivering in the mouth of an
alley, tail between legs.
Good boy" Holpeter said reckless.
ly and snapped his fingers.
The dog put forward one shivering
paw and then huddled back. 1t was
too cold evidently to risk the effort
which might end in a rebuff.
That noon in the midst of his hot
lunch Holpeter choked. Bet it hasn't
had square meal for weeks!" he
growled.
"Huh?" said the man who was talk
ing to him.
Nothing at ALL" Holpeter snapped
The next morning in his pocket re-
posed neat little packet of meat and
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cerned when the dog was not at the;
usual alley He found the beast a
block away, however, and gave him
the food. He stood watching it eat
and was run into by six men inside
of minute. !.
Say" Holpeter broke out to his
wife that evening, he'd be fine lit
| fa1l h1 hol hofh
fed up" !
Mrs. Holpeter, with wifely intuition,
Jumped the conversational gap and
guessed right the first time. Henry"
she said, Il wish you'd get that dog
out of your mind! Do you remember
the collie you brought home which
ate up your aunt's new sealskin and
lost you legacy?" :,
well, there are no more legacies
to lose," said her husband cheerfully
"And if you could see his pathetic
eyes!" !!
Holpeter each morning began to get
anxious when he was block away
from the alley frequented by the dog.
If he failed to see it he hung around
to wait for 1t. His efforts to fnth-
er his acquaintance with the little
beast went for naught. The dog had
stood so much abuse that it's suspi-
cions were deep. ;
Finally on day which was so cold
that ice cream would have tasted like
a hot drink Holpeter threw caution to
the winds.
TITS shame" he said, ito think Of
that nice little dog freezing to death,
and starving and nobody willing to put;
out helping hand! I'm going to take
him home and fix him up!''
Fired by this virtuous resolve, Hol-
peter left work an hour earlier than
usual that afternoon to search for the
friendless pup. When he saw it
and whistled it edged away.
Poor chap" Holpeter said. 1T
doesn't know I'm his friend!''
The dog ran across the street and
Holpeter followed, narrowly escaping
the wheels of an automobile and fol-
lowed by the lavish remarks of it's
chauffeur. Once on the sidewalk the dog
started to run and Holpeter broke in
to gallop. The woman whose hand
bag he carried away on a coatsleeve
button in his haste protested so vocif-
erously that Holpeter, quite uncon-
scious of his crime, was forced to
! stop because of the crowd that ha-
raised him. I
| Everybody told the policeman that
Holpeter was trying his best to get
away because they saw him dodging
and running! 1t was an exceedingly
cold evening and the policeman was
not in pleasant frame Of mind. 4;
Holpeter got home at II o'clock that
night and told his imprisoned story
to his wife.
''Well," she said when he had ended
his narrowing tale, what became Of
the dog?"