Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1914-08-15

ANh beauty-no, not even his most ad.
miring friends could find any
thing about him to praise-except his
eyes. Mikes eyes were deeply brown
and very appealing. They always SEEM
ed to be saying: "Please don't kick
me. Please be good to me. 1 know
haven't any business here, but 1 hope
you'll let me stay" For Mike was
tramp, and it was those brown, appeal
ing eyes Of his which won for him
home. He had appeared at the back
door one day as the Lady of the House
was dispensing juicy bones to the dog
and cat, and the brown eyes, softly ap-
pealing, had touched the Lady's tender
heart and secured for him bone-a
good, meaty bone, such as Mikes jaws
had not closed upon for many a leng
day. Then she had ordered him away,
and he had gone obediently, carrying
his bone with him. But in an hour he
was back again, looking with his pa
thetic gaze at the screen.porch door
from which he hoped to see the Lady
come forth.
For Mike, with wisdom all his own,
had developed one gift--the gift of
knowing by the look of lady's eyes
whether she liked dogs or not. And the
Lady's eyes, in this case, had been fav-
orable-even to a tramp dog like Mike.
The Man of the House protested
vigorously. "Two good-for- nothing dogs
around the placei won't have it'll IN
get rid Of them both and buy a. good
dog. l knew a fellow who can get me
a Great Dane pup, and IN have him
sec about it right away"
The Lady of the House Sighed. A
Great Dane pupl Her flower beds, her
trailing vines and choice bulbs-and the
Darling Child Ten to one the Darling
Child would be screaming half the time
because the Great Dane. pup had rubbed
against him and upset him. And the
things he'd drag off and buryi
In few days friend from the noun
tain drove into town. When he went
back the little brown dog, Brownie,
went with him. His host had urged him
to take Mike also, but he had declined.
The pathetic brown eyes evidently had
failed to touch responsive chord.
Mike was now supreme. His were all
the juicy bones and his the undisputed
ownership Of the dog house. His heart
was happy, and still hc missed little
Brownie.
One day soon after the departure of
Brownie, the Lady of the Hous, rushed
to the telephone. She called up her hus-
band and cried breathlessly: ooh, Dickl
Dickl The dogcatcher IS got Mike! He
just took him away ran out with my
rolling pin in my hand, but the horrid
wretch was driving awayl And there
poor-poor Mike looking at me
through the wire netting Of the cagel
Oh, tell me quick, what shall 1 doi"
"Dof" came the unruffIed voice
through. the receiver. "Why, my dear,
if you've got time to spare from your
pie-crust just offer up silent prayer
Of thanks that the goodfor-nothing
creature is gone. It's the best piece of
news I've heard for month. IN see
that fellow today about that Great"
The Lady of the House hung up the
receiver with a snap. There was gen
erous dab of flour on her cheek into
which salty tear ran and promptly
formed bit of paste. The stove refused
to draw properly, the Darling Child was
wailing at the top of his little voice
and Mike-Mike, with the soft, appeal
ing eyes, was gonel The dog catcher
had himl And he would be killed
and-and-
Another tear rolled down into the dal
Of paste on her cheek, and life looked
just at that moment, scarcely worth thu
living.
At lunch-time the Lady made her ple'
for the redemption Of Mike.
"Two dollars to get him out, 81 NOR
for license, to say nothing of nev
collari Well, guess notl III tell yo'
what III do. IN go round to the poun
this afternoon and pick out good do
"a big one that Il be some good a
watch dog. That Mike was no use o
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