The Bottineau courant., 1912-08-23
stoned to walk at the other end ,of hin

melancholic. his manner depressed
He was leashed to vile white dog.
loathsomely fat. 6endishly III natured.
Sloatingly intractable toward his de-
bpised conductor. ~fef' - ~
| At a corner nearest to his apartment
J house the dogman turned down side
street. hoping for fewer witnesses, to
his ignominy. The surfeited beast wad-
died before him. painting with spleen
and the labor Of motion.
Suddenly the dog stopped. A tall.
brown. long coated, wide brfmmed
man stood like Colossus blocking the
sidewalk and declaring:n 2
! ''Well, I'm son of a gunr'
Tim Berry, breathed' the dogman.
with exclamation points in his voice.
'Sam Telfair," cried Wide Brim
again, ''you ding basted old willy wal
loo, give us your hoof!' ''T
Their hands clasped in the brief,
tight greeting Of the west that Is death
| to the handshake micrObe.
"You old fat rascal!' continued Wide
| Brim, with q wrinkled brown smile.
''It's been five years since seen you.
I been in this town a week, but you
can't find nobody in such place. Well,
| you dinged old married man, how are
they coming?"
Something mushy and heavily soft
like raised dough leaned against Jim's
leg and chewed his trousers with a
yeasty growl.
"Get to work." said Jim, land ex-
plain this yard wide hydrophobia year
ling you've throwed your lasso over.
Are you the pound master Of this
burg? Do you call that a dog or
what?' ..s}.. .tt.3
II need a drink" said the dogman,
detected at the reminder Of his old
dog Of the sea "Come on
Hard by was a cafe. 'Tis ever so in
the big city. j.. E"r'..r.
They sat at table, and the bloated
monster yelped and scrambled at the
end Of his leash to get at the cafe cat.
"Whisky," said Jim to the waiter.
"Make it two," said the .dogman.
you're fatter," said Jim, "and you
look subjugated. don't know about
the east agreeing with you. All the
boys asked me to hunt you up when l
started. Sandy King, he went to the
Klondike. Watson Burrel, he married
the oldest Peters girl. I made some
money buying beeves, and bought a
lot Of wild land up on the Little Pow
der. Going to fence next fall. Bill
Rawlins, he's gone to farming You
remember Bill, of course-he was
courting Marcella-excuse me, SAM
| mean the lady you married, while she
was teaching school at Prairie View,
But you was the lucky man. How Is
Missis Telfair?'
"S-h-h-hy' said the dogman, signal
ing the waiter. "Give it name."
"Whisky," said Jim. .Ef. .
MAKE it two," said the dogman.
"She's WE'LL" he continued after his
chaser. "She refused to live anywhere
but in New York. where she came
from. We live in fat Every even
ing at take that dog out for a
walk. It's Marcella's pet. There never
were two animals on earth. Jim. that
hated one another like me and that
dog does. His name is Lovekins. Mar
celia dresses for dinner while we're
out We eat table dote. Ever try
one of them, Jim?''
"No, l never" said Jim. II seen
the signs, but thought they said TIA
BILE de hole l thought it was French
for pool tables. How does it taste?"
IF you're going to be in the city
for awhile we will''-
mo, stree. I'm starting for home
this evening on the 1925. Like to stay
longer, but can't" .'
"I'll walk down to the ferry with
you," said the dogman s.
The dog had bound leg each of
Jim and the chair together and had
sunk into a comatose slumber. Jim
stumbled. and the leash was slightly
: wrenched. The shrieks of the awaken,
ed beast rang for block around.
If that's your dog" said Jim when
they were on the street again, whats
to hinder you from running that ha-
beas corpus you've got around his neck
over limb and walking of and forget.
. ting him?" .-s...s
I'D never dare to-" said the dogman,
awed at the bold proposition. HE
sleeps in the bed. I sleep on lounge.
: He runs bowling to Marcella If look
at him. Some night, Jim, I'm going to
get even with that dog. I've made up
my mind to do it. I'm going to creep
over with knife and cut hole in his
mosquito bar so they can get in to him.
See If I don't do it,
"You amt yourself, Sam Telfair.
; You amt what you was once. l don't
, know about these cities and fats over
here. With my own eyes seen you
stand of both the Tillotson boys in
i Prairie View with the brass faucet out
Of molasses barrel. And I seen you
! rope and tie the widest steer on Little
Powder in 3971a."
II did, didn't II" said the other, with
a temporary CLEAN in his eye. "But
+; that was before was dogmatized."
| ~l~yS