Connecticut western news., 1915-07-15

been drownedl and apair'o Margarnt's outworn dancing slippers to poor nngrateful old man 'soiOurnfng in shed up the alley. And although MT. Robert Williams after a very short in teryal began t0 leave his guitar on the front porch again. exactly as if he thought nothing had happened, Pen rod. with his younger vision of a fa- ther's mood. remained coldly distant from the Jones neighborhood. With his own family his manner was gentle, proud and sad. but not for loug enouyl to frig!ten them. The change came with myStifying .abruptness at the end of the week.
 It was Dule who brought it nbont.
 Duke could chase q much bigger dog out of the Schofelds' yard and far down the street. This might be thought to indicate unusual valor on the part of Duke and cowardice on that of the bigger dogs whom he undoubtedly put to rout. On the contrary, all such flights were founded in mere supersti- tion. for dogs are even more supersti- tieuS than boys and colored people. and the most firmly established of all dog superstitions is that any dog, be he the smallest and feeblest in the world, can whip any trespasser what soeyer.
 A rat terrier believes that on his home grounds he can whip an ele- phant It follows, of course. that n big dog. away from his own home. will run from a little dog in the little dogs neighborhood. Otherwise the b4g dog must face q charge of inconsistency. and dogs are aS consistent as they are superstitious. A dog believes in WAT. but he is convinced that there are times when it is moral to run. and the thoughtful physiognomist, seeing q big dog fleeing out of little dogs yard. must observe that the expression of the big dogs face is more conscientious than alarmed. It is the expression of person performing a duty to himself.
 Penrod understood these matters per fectly. He knew that the gaunt brown hound Duke chased up the alley had fed only out of difference to d custom. yet Penrod could not refrain from Dragging of Duke to the hounds own CT, a fat faced stranger of twelve or thirteen, who had wandered into the neighborhood.
 You better keep that ole yellow dog O yours back" said Penrod omfnous- ly as he climbed the fence. "You bet ter catch him and hold him till get mine inside the yard again. Dukes chewed up some pretty bad bulldogs around here''
 The fat faced boy gave Penrod a fishy stare. You'd oughta learn him not to do that" he said. It'll make him sick"
 What will?''
 The stranger laughed raspingly and gazed up the alley, where the hound. having come to a halt, now coolly sat down, and. with an expression of roguish benevolence, patronizingly watched the tempered fury of Duke. whose assaults and barkings were be- coming perfunctory.
 "What'H make Duke sick?" Penrod demanded.
 ''Eatin' dead bulldogs people leave around here''
 This was not improvisation but for mula. adapted from other occasions to the present encounter. Nevertheless. it was new to Penrod, and he was so taken with it that resentment lost it. self in admiration. Hastily commit ting the gem to memory for use upon a dog owning friend, he inquired in a sociable tone:
 Whats your dogs name?"
 'Dan. You better call your ole pup, cause Dan eats live dogs"
 Dams actions poorly supported his masters assertion.. for upon Dukes ceasing to bark Dan rose and showed the most courteous interest in making the little old dogs acquaintance. Dan had great deal of manner, and it be came plain that Duke was impressed favorably ill spite of former prejudice. so that presently the two trotted amicably back to their masters and sat down with the harmonious but in- different air of having known each oth- CT intimately for years.
 They were received without com AAN'i'' bhNhs5ii JOAAi bOa iOOhGd ll lhtll refiectively for q time. It was Penrod .who spoke first.
 What number you go to?' Qn an "oral lesson in English" Penrod had been instructed to put this question in another form, May l ask which of our public schools you attendTO
 'Me? What number do I go to?'' said the stranger contemptuously. s"I don't go to no number in vacation
 II mean when it ain't."
 "Third." returned the fat faced boy. "I got 'em all scared in that school"
 "What Of?' innocently asked Pen rod. to whom "the third''-in a distant part of town-was undiscovered coun- try.
 What of? I guess you'd soon see what of if you ever was in that school about one day. You'd be lucky if you got out alive"
 Are the teachers mean?'
 The other boy drowned with bitter scorn. Teachers! Teachers don't or da1. mo nroI1n1 I cou taIl vou VNhpy'rp l