The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1913-11-20
copyrish+. 1o1a by Harry Irving ereenO>-
The Lash of Circumstance
Barbara Of the Shows -.

mouthed talked subduedly' and the
most collected laughed nervously as
they denied all nervousness. Sus-
pense, deep, brooding, ominous,
charged the air and pervaded all boz
SONS and business sickened alarming.
ly. And then one day there came the
news of another assault committed in
the broad light and almost under their
very noses. This time through fortu-
nate circumstances there were no vic
Tins but rather two heroes, boy and
a dog
Jimmy Collins, a ten-year-old coun-
try youngster, was fishing in a stream
a quarter of a mile from his home at
mid-forenoon. Accompanying him
was his dog, a large brute, strong,
agile and full of courage and affection
for Jimmy. The boy described what
happened about as follows:
Well you see | was settin on the
bank and a-hshin' with grasshoppers
and not thinkin about nuthin when |
heard old Scout growl. Well, you bet
old Scout was some pup and | never
seen nuthin' what could lick him, and
he would fight a steam enjine if |
sled him onto it. First l thought an
other dog had come nosin' around and
looked over my shoulder Bet
jumped a rod. There, close behind me
and sneakin' up like an Injun with
wings stickin' out bout half way like
chicken holds his when he is scrap
pin, | seen this here FLYNN Man what
everybody is so scairt about. Gosh,
you otter seen his face Made me
think of Jack landern. Scairt! You
bet. But | didn't lose my head-not
by pipeful. There was an old cabin
close by, so just let out a boiler for
Scout to sic him and then lit out for
that shack. | reckon / run EASTERN
a jack rabbit and went under it like
a prairie dog inter a hole and crawled
under IL where nobody who wasn't a
little Teller could follow. There was
an awful racket goin' on outside. with
Scout a-snarlin' and yellin' and the
other Teller kind of croakin' like a
frog, and bimeby peeked out. They
was a-fitin to beat all thunder, him
and the pup. First Scout would make
run and jump for him, but the FLYNN
Man was always too quick and Scouts
teeth would click like a trap when he
missed him. Then old Fiyer'd make
a grab for the pup and Scout would
dodge him and they would circle
around and start all over again
reckon it lasted about five minnlts,
with me a-watchin' and yellin sic i'm,
tear him up. old dog as fast as | could
holler TO Scout. Then all at once
that old devil got Scout by the tail
and gave a flop with his wings. Up
and up they went with the dog not
bein able to do nuthin' because of the
way he was held, until they must have
bSen about a million feet high. Then
old rip let's go of the pup and down
comes Scout to beat the band and
lands ker-plunk, with that old cuss
soarin' down close behind him. Course
it killed Scout all at once he never
moved a leg after he landed.
Then the FLYNN Man comes for me
and l backed up like squirrel in
hole until was under the middle of
the floor II was too low for him to
crawl in under me and so ne found
stick and laid down on his stummik
and tried to poke me out. Gee, what
eyes he had! They was as big as my
fist and shone like lanterns. But the
stick wasn't long enough and pretty
soon he give up and walked away. |
could see where he was goin' by his
feet, and he went straight up to the
pup, picked him up and smelt of him.
Then he took him by the leg and
hoped up in the air. / crawled to
the edge OF the cabin ana watched
him. He headed straight for the
mountains and never stopped as long
as he was in sight. Then | lit out
for home good and plenty. | hope
you'll get that old devil, for he killed
my pup. Scout was a good dog, all
right"
Trivial as the incident was In its
consequences, 1t nevertheless cast
deeper pail over the country. The
bearing away Of the dog settled be-
yond all doubt that the murderous
minded creature was strongly carniv.
orous, and the name of the lost daugh-
ter of Farmer Jones was no longer
spoken even in whispers. And deeper
and still more deep there settled into
the hearts of all mankind a horror,
loathing and hatred of this unnatural
thing that words were impotent to ex.
press Had he fallen into their hands
they would have become barbarians
themselves in the ferocity of their re-
venge.
CHAPTER VII.