The Washington herald., 1913-12-30
Daily Short Story
SOMEBODY'S DOG.
BY CHARLES BROWN.
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You will find your future husband
through the medium of a large dog"
So the fortune teller had told Miss
Cathy Raymond, and had charged
her only twenty-five cents for the tell
ing.
you will find your future wife through
the medium Of a beech tree"
So the same fortune teller had told
young Mr.. Egbert Doran an hour later
and a mile away. Both patrons had
laughed at the predictions, but both had
half believed it.
Why not? 1t is given TO certain per-
sons to tell what is going to happen a
hundred years ahead, and they dispense
the information for twenty-five cents.
Miss Cathy Raymond lived with her
parents in the suburbs OF TruXton. Mr..
Egbert Doran lived with his brother a
mile away. That is, he gravitated be-
tween his brothers home and his apart
ments in the city. He had graduated as
naturalist, and just at this time was
making collection for a college.
One day Miss Cathy sat on the yeranda
reading and fell asleep. The book was a
love story, with plenty OF heroes and
heroines in il, but drowsiness and then
sleep came to the reader She might have
slept ten minutes when something cold
touched her hand and she awoke with
a scream. A big, strange dog had
touched her hand with his cold nose.
Miss Cathy's great-grandfather had
fallen at Bunker Hill, and although he
had scrambled up again as soon as
possible and legged it off the field he
had given his descendants a strain of
blood that made heroes OF them. But for
this fact the girl would have acted like
the average girl when she woke up to
look into the eyes of a dog half as big
as woodshed. She would have tumbled
out OF her chair in a faint and perhaps
broken a limb or two
What she did was to throw the book
against the dogs head, and to yell,
Cit OUT" in voice so loud that It
stopped an auto that was passing. What
the dog did was to make such haste to
seek a. haven OF safety that he overturned
two chairs and three potted plants.
There was the big dog, but strangely
enough the girl did not connect his ad-
vent with the prOphesy of her future
husband. This shows how forgetful some
girls become of their future welfare.
1t was n month later that Miss Cathy
decided to take mile walk to the post
office. She had covered half the distance
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and she looked about to see that same
great dog half hidden behind big thistle
and meditating a fierce attack.
Although Miss Cathy's great-grand-
father fell at Bunker Hill and got I'D
again, she didn't care TO be devoured by
a dog on that account. She uttered A
scream and turned about and took to
her heels. and much to her surprise and
joy she reached home without a bite.
Whose dog can it be, l wonder?"
queried the father.
Lands only knows, but he seems tc
be down on me-"
Dogs do take an antipathy to certain
persons"
Yes, I have heard so. and I'll show
this canine that the rule works both
ways. Hereafter / shall carry my re-
voIver. and if there is any more funny
business, there'H be a dead dog to show
for it,
III you only knew the name OF the
owner you could write him a note re-
questing that the dog be shut up as
dangerous nuisance"
How am l going 10 find the owner,
and if I did he might be some mean
man who'd be glad that his dog was
somebody. No. I'll give the
ca nine a bullet
Still no connection between the big dog