The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1914-08-13

tH1 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
cd to be saying: "Please don't kick
me. Please be good to me. 1 know
haven't any business here, but 1 hope
you II let me stay" For Mike was a
tramp, and it was those brown, appeal.
ing eyes of his which won for him a
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 3 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 8 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 fol, r,nothing dogs
around the place' won t have it! III
get rid Of them both and buy good
dog. l knew fellow who can get me
Great Dane pup, and I'll have him
Bee 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 buryl
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 a 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 he 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: "Oh, Dick
Dick! The dog-catcher's got Mike He
just took him away! ran out with my
rolling pin in my hand, but the horrid
wretch was driving away And there
was-poor-poor Mike looking at mt
through the wire netting of the cage
Oh, tell me quick, what shall I dot"
"Doa" came the unruffled voice
through the receiver. "Why, my dear
if you We got time to spare from YOU
pie-crust just offer up silent prayer
Of thanks that the good-for nothing
creature is gone. rs the best piece Of
news I've heard for a month. III see
that fellow today about that Great
The Lady of the House hung up the
receiver with snap. There was gen
erous dab of flour on her cheek into
which a 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 dat
Of paste on her cheek, and life looked
just at that moment, scarcely worth tn
living
At lunch time the Lady made her pie;
for the redemption Of Mike.
"Two dollars to get him out, 50 NOR
for license, to say nothing Of nev
collari Well, guess notl III tell 20,
what / III do. / I'll go round to the poun'
this afternoon and pick out q good do,