The Washington herald., 1914-03-29

Doldrums this time, isn't her
) "Yowi wowl Vow Davvie as
sured her.
Mike O'Brien came over from thu
lstables to see whether the mistres:
wanted anything done.
Eyes, num-" he volunteered. There's
plenty of real fighting blood in thai
stock. Now, Davies uncle, Bungc
|, IReilley-"
4 The elder Diavolo shuddered at the
mention of his brothers name, and hi:
spouse, Champion Queen of Sheba
stalked majestically away.
"Bungo, num-" went on O'Brjen, 'has
licked every dog put before him. Wher
we was all down in Aiken the country
people named him Strychnine. Others
calls him Sudden Death. He just loves
hghtin' an he would die, mum, if he
didn't take on dog once in while"
4 Bungo was the skeleton in the Diav-
olo closet. He was born not only with
an ugly dead" color splash under his
left eye, which gave him a bunged-ur
and bruised appearance, but he was also
the possessor of a dish face. His jaws
instead of being long and tapering to a
fine point were short, punched with
muscles and looked like the jaws of a
vice. He had none of the long, grace
ful lines of his parents. He was COLBY
in fact. He stood like hill of splotch-
ed marble. He was built for the pro-
fession of murder and looked it.
"Oh, yes, there's championship in
Davvie, num-" went on O'Brien, "and
some day he'll get cured of getting ner-
vous in the judging ring. The other
dogs get on his nerves. He hates 'em
all, mum, and he sort of crouches just
as if he was getting ready in case any,
thing rough was started. He amt ever
been show broke"
Miss Doris laughed and her laugh
was as sweet as the deroulade of a
robins call in spring.
But if Champion Doldrums was oui
of the way, num-" O'Brien said, 'it
would be hard to find another dog thai
could point up with Davvie."
If Doldrums was out of the wayl
The thought made Davvie begin the
war song of his tribe.
"Ahal Ha-ha-ha-haT he chanted
softly.
Uncle Bungo, the disreputable. secure
ly chained over in the stable, heard the
song and took it up joyfully.
AHA Ahal Ha-ha-ha-ha -
"You hear that, miss?" asked O'Brien
'If any of this family ever got chance
at Doldrums, wowl"
TOO bad, O'Brien," Miss Doris ex-
claimed, waving back the sunshiny hair
from her eyes. "If Dav would only
throw more style when he's being
judged he'd get the ribbon. Doldrums
has the air of dog that never has
been whipped and that never will be
whipped"
"Yes'm, he has it." dolefully admitted
O'Brien. "But he amt ever been in
real scrap. That's why he's got it"
Miss Doris strobe away in her smart
walking suit for tramp across fields
to the Cutting estate where poor Rose
Imperial was in exile from the ones she
loved, forever doomed to be the bride
of the naughty Doldrums.
Davvie and his mother and father
ran to a corner of the wire-enclosed
runway from which they could see over
three acres of field goldenwide with
buttercups. They pressed their muzzles
against the netting and waited for their
mistress to appear in the open. When
she struck across the field they yelped
in chorus and she turned and waved her
gloved hand TO her faithful friends and
pets.
Not until she was lost from sight did
the dogs turn away.
Then Davvie threw himself in the
straw with a sound that was half groan
and half growL
Whats the matter, Dav?" asked mis-
male parent.
"Oh, for a moment with that mutt"
sighed Davvie.
what mutt?"
my famous brother-in-law," Davvie
snarled with fine scorn
Don't be ill-bred; don't be ill-bred,"
his parent said in rebuke. Remember
that whatever might be said against
Champion Doldrums he is no mutt. His
family is one of the Oldest in this coun-
try. He traces his ancestry back to the
Mayhower landing of the Pilgrims. The
Doldrum stock was indeed colonial The
founder of the family came from the
Chippendales in England, and 1 would
not be surprised if we were found to
be collateral descendants"
"My wordP sneered Davvie.
O'Brien relieved the situation between
father and son by collaring Davvie and
proceeding to feel him over with pow
erful pair of hands.
"Some dog, you," exclaimed O'Brien
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