The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1915-01-28

Why. woman, that dog seems to under
stand every word l say"
well. you can talk over old times
with him. and I'll go upstairs" replied
Mrs. Bowser. IF he suddenly runs
mad and bites you don't blame any
one but yourself"
ats queer, mighty queer" unused
Mr. Bowser after long study Of the
dogs face. THAT is Will Bakers
mouth to a dot. If he comes back to
earth in the form Of a dog I'll not go
back on him. A dog can't talk, but If
this is poor Will there ought to be some
way Of making sure of it, Doggie''-
The dog didn't wait for him to finish.
He lifted his head and INDUCED in
long drawn howl which made things
rattle.
"For heavens sake, but what is 60
ing on down there?" shouted Mrs.
Bowser.
'The dog howled. was going to
ask him If the soul Of Will Baker, had
returned to earth in this form when
he'-
There was another howl. 1t was
louder and longer than the other, and
there was something so uncanny about
it that Mr.. Bowser found chills racing
up and down his back. He determined
to turn the soul Of Will Baker into the
street forthwith. but he instantly dis
covered an obstruction In his path.
The soul objected-that is, the dog
stood firmly planted on his feet be-
fore him and not only howled again,
but finished up with menacing growl
and a vigorous scratching of the car
pet with all four feet.
"What is it now?" shouted Mrs. Bow
ser.
"The blame cur won't let me move!
I believe he's going mad! You'd better
open a front window and yell for the
pOlicew
1--WE don't want to arouse the whole
neighbOrhood and have them laughing
at you. If that's the soul Of your dear
est friend he'll go out If you'll ask him
to. Is the expression Of the mouth the
same as it wasp
"It's a heap worse! Can't you slip
down and open the front door"
Mrs. Bowser said she'd try 1t. but
she didn't. The dog decided to take q
view Of the second story and made
start. She heard him coming and had
Just time to reach her bedroom and
shut the door when he banged against
It. He tore around for minute or
two and then got downstairs and drove
Mr.. Bowser On to the lounge and stood
before him and growled and chuckled
and gurgled in a way to freeze the
blood. 1t was evident that the soul Of
Will Baker had shut his eyes and felt
his helplessness when the family cat
came to his rescue. She had been lick
ell in the fight, but she had been taken
by surprise and hadn't a fair show.
Burning to recover her lost laurels
after hiding for fifteen minutes under
the bed, she had sneaked downstairs.
and all Of a sudden she landed on the
dogs back. The soul of Mr.. Bowser's
old chum was both panied and sur
prised at the sharpness Of her teeth
and the length Of her claws. He made
two turns around the sitting room.
three around the parlor, and then there
was a smash, q crash and howl.
With the cat clinging to his back and
putting in ten hours day the dog had
taken header through parlor win
dow, and the Bowsers were saved.
"And this" said Mrs. Bowser as she
got downstairs and found Mr.. Bowser
pale faced and trembling and his knees
bending under him-''this is transmit
grafton. is it?''
II thought thought he STAN
mered, but she pointed to the broken
window and interrupted:
''Yes, know. and that's the result
of 1t! You'd better let souls and dogs
and transmigration alone and find some
boards to nail over it till tomorrow
Mr. Bowser tried to work up a bluff
and save his dignity, but it was vain
effort. There was feeling as If a
cold iron was being moved up and
down his spine, and the wabble OF his
knees took HIS breath away