Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-10-09

of time all the dog In him. that was
intended from the beginning to be for
ever arrayed against all rats. came to
the surface. and he sprang forward in
reprisal.
There was a thud as the two bodies
came together. and the cat went over
on her side. Tutto's teeth nipped
through her ear.
Round and round they went like an
animated furry cyclone. leaving devas
tation In their wake, scattering the
row of debaters lined up at the bar.
splitting their drinks and smashing their
glasses and sending them scurrying for
cover behind chairs and tables.
From the midst of the wreckage that
had a few moments before been a high,
ly ornate. glittering and most alluring
cafe. the bartender glared around at
his blinking customers.
"Who brought that dog in heref" he
shouted. walking around the end of the
bar toward where Tutto lay painting
and winded from his unaccustomed ex-
ertions.
Mr.. Dawkey tried to look as limo
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bartender fixed him with IN accusing
eye.
you're the fellowr' be declared, ad-
vancing on the worried footman with a
menacing air. THAT'S your dog. all
right, and you'll settle for thisf"
"Who-me?" retorted James with
a wavering assumption OF innocence.
mot on your life it amt my dogi /
never seen the dog until it vent over
the bar there"
Don't let him hand you that stuff.
Billy" said a voice. Il seer him
bring the dog in here. Goaon, cali a
copper and make him SETTLE"
That's right" volunteered another
voice from the crowd; 'this amt no
place to bring no vicious u like that
n into. A man ought to have more
sense"
Mr.. Dawkey faced about to find an
ominous array of his fellow citizens
regarding him. From the tail of his
eye he perceived Joe gently sitting out
through the swinging doors into Fifty.
ninth street.
This desertion In his hour of need
stung him to the quick and at the
same momen gave him an inspiratios
wherein lay a faint hope of escape.
whats the matter with you fel.
lows?" he demanded. II tell you 1t
amt my dog. 1t belongs to that chap
that just went out. You seen him
duckin' out, didn't your
For an instant the bartender wav
cred in INDIGESTION.
The defense OF the accused sounded
logical enough. No one else had left
the place. and the half doors were still
swinging behind the deserter. Why
should he have slipped out in the midst
of the excitement If his skirts wer.
clean?
The man In the white apron took a
hasty stop toward the entrance. but al
that crucial moment Tutto himself
offered the evidence which promptly
dipped the scales against Mr.. Dawkey,
Having recovered his second wind
in a measure. the terrier looked around
at the circle Of unfamiliar faces. spied
his friend the footman at the edge OF
the crowd and. trotting cheerfully to
him with a rapidly vibrating tail. laid
his scratched nose against Mr.. Daw.
keys shins.
"Oh, he amt your dog. ehy' the
bartender snorted. "well. he's pretty
blamed friendly to a stranger. amt
hep"
James had been thinking as rapidly
as his cerebral processes would permit
during these exciting moments. His
berth at the Atwood Fothergin estab.
lishment was an easy and fairly remu-
nerative one and not to be lightly
thrown over
Lets see what's marked on its col.
lar" he suggested. STOPPING quickly
and taking the terrier into his arms
The subterfuge distracted general at
tention for the moment
The men between him and the door
moved in to have a look at the en-
graved silver plate, and with Tutto
well tucked under his arm. like a quar-
terback with the ball sprinting for a
touchdown. Mr.. Dawkey suddenly
made a break for liberty. dashed
through the swinging doors and fed
through Fifty-ninth street with the
pack in pursuit.
officer Driscoll. fat and fifty. loung-
ing against an areaway stairs in Lex
ington avenue. was deep In a discus:
sion with Bum, the baker. concerning
the identity of the man higher up,
when the sounds of the chase came to
his earl from around the corner
shouts and oaths and an occasional
"stop THEIR mingled with the patter
Of many rushing feet
Before he could get a firm grip on
his club and himself to the oc-
casion Mr.. Dawkey turned the corner
in full flight, with the Boston terrier
safe under his arm, one strenuous ell
bow working like a piston rod
DOG thiefT' suggested Bum, the