The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-01-01

Another daWg!" exclaimed Hulda,
as she brought in the bacon. But
she stopped long enough to tickle the
temptingly soft brown head that
bobbed helplessly over Jacks arm.
Amt he nice. mother!" inquired
Jack, ahxiously. sensing something
ominOus in his mothers silence.
"Charming!" said Jacks mother,
with unaccustomed satire. What do
You propose to do with him."
"Why-why. keep him. of course
said Jack. Poor little fellow. he
amt got no home"
That's very sad" said Jacks
mother, unsympaihetically. But |
am not going to have another dog
around the place Dogs are dirty and
noisy and full Of feas. and l loathe
them; so you may as we'll make up
your mind to get rid Of this little
beast"
Jack looked at his father appealing.
ly.
Don't you think, Helen" began
Jacks father.
mo. | don't think that III give in
again." interrupted Jacks mother. IL
do think. however. that you have had
enough experience in adopting dogs
TO last you for one summer. There
was that long legged young st. Rer.
Aard the CASTOR, gave .od. il killed
twelve of the Franklin chickens. il
YOU remember, and you had to pay
for them at market prices. | thought
! when the St Bernard was poisoned
YOU would have learned discretion
| but you had to bring home that pedi
greed fox terrier you said you got
at such bargain"
THAT was good dog, though" de-
clared Jacks father, land Id like to
get hold of the policeman who sho,
him just because his license tag was
issued for dog described as a st
Bernard"
Il had hoped that incident would
make you more careful about evadinl
the law" said Jacks mother, but
nevertheless, you kept putting off get
ting license for the collie 70,
brought home to be a comrade to thu
children until 1t bit the Collins child
and the dog was shot. and you were
hailed into court and fined for no
having licensed or muzzled thu
beast"
Anyway. Helen" said Jacks faith
er. every boy ought to have dog
Let the kid keep it. I'll see that l
is licensed and cared for"
II will not have another dog aroun,
the place." insisted Jacks mother.
At this Jack deposited his new pc
upon the floor, and ran from the room
bowling. Left to himself, the pupp,
sprawled unhappily on the carpet
feeling around with that patheticall.
searching nose of his. Then. as /
conscious that 1t was alone in a cold
unfeeling world it set up q plaintiv'
whining.
The family ate breakfast in si!enc'
for few minutes. and then Jack
father stirred uneasily.
"My goodness, cant stand that
he said at last. II believe the littl
beggar's hungry"
He made overtures to the pup witt
piece Of bacon. The pup sniffe,
tentatively at the morsel, and thel
resumed its wailing with renewe,
vigor. Jacks father regarded i
thoughtfully.
Perhaps" he said. finally, at ism
old enough for bacon"
Something very like a giggle cam,
from Jacks mothers end of the table
but when Jacks father looked up. hi
wife was c0ldly putting bread int
Billy's egg. Then Jacks father poure,
some cream into q saucer and de
posted 1t under the pups nose. TIL
whining continued. Very gently
Jacks father thrust the wabbly it'll
black nose fairly into the saucer, bu
the obstinate owner wouldn't drink
and the whine developed to . fright
ened yelp. Jacks mother left tn
room precipitately.
I'm afraid you'll really have to 20
pup" said Jacks father. stroking tn
fat little brown back.
At that moment the postman'
whistle sounded at the front door
and Jacks father went to get hi
mail. It was fully ten minutes befor'
he returned. As he entered the room
he gasped Ia establishment. Jack
mother was sitting crosslegged Of
the door feeding the little brow
puppy with milk out Of one of Billy
discarded bottles.
Jack stood over her, beaming. WheI
he caught sight Of his father he cried
jubilantly: Dad! She says we col
keep it,"
Jacks mother looked up and hA'
the grace to blush under her hus
bands amused glance.
1T cried just like a baby" sh
said. apologetically. Then, suddenl.
she changed her tactics from the de
fensive to the offensive. IT'S Jus
like . man." she said with inflnit
scorn, ito try to feed bacon t.,
shree-day-old puppy!"-Chicago Dahl