Evening star., 1922-10-22

dog like that. Ugh! Well, the minute
I saw Peshing I knew he was my dog.
His little eyes looked up at me as
much as to say. I'll be yours. mis-
tress. faithful to the DEATH and he
put oIt the dearest little pink tongue
and licked my hand. The kennel man
said. Now, amt that wonderful, lady,
the way he's taken to you? Usually
he growls at strangers. He's a one
man dog. all right. all right
"A 'one-man dog'?" said Mr. Pottle
blankly.
nobody else"
where do 1 come in?" inquired Mr..
Pottle.
"Oh, he'll learn to tolerate you,
guess" she reassured him. II saw
his mother-a magnificent creature.
Ambrose, big as a Shetland pony and
twice as shaggy. And such a pedi-
gree. 1t covers pages. Her name is
Gloria Audacious Indomnitable. The
Audacious Indomitables are a very
celebrated family of st. Bernards, the
kennel man said
What about his father?" queried
Mr.. Pottle.
81 didn't see him." admitted Mrs.
Pottle.
She snuggled the pup to her capa-
cious bosom.
So" she said. it's whole name is
Pershing Audacious Indomitable, isn't
it. tweetums?"
IT'S a swell name" admitted Mr..
Pottle. "Er-Blossom, dear how much
did he cost?"
She brought out the reply quickly.
almost timidly.
Fifty dollars"
"Fif---" his voice stuck in his
larynx. Great Caesars ghost"
But think of his pedigree" cried
his wife. why, we can exhibit him
at bench shows and win hundreds of
dollars in prizes. And his pups will
be worthy fifty dollars per pup easily
with that pedigree"
Great Caesars ghost" said Mr.
Pottle. despondently. Fifty dollars!
And the shaving stick business all
geflooey."
He'll be worth a thousand to me
as a protector" she declared. def
antly. You wait and see. Ambrose
Pottle"
She began to feed Pershing from a
nursing bottle.
Grade A milk 1 suppose" groaned
Mr.. Pottie.
Cream" she corrected calmly.
"Pershing is no mungle. Remember
that. Ambrose Pottle."
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1T was a nippy. frosty night. and
i Mr.. Pottle was floating peacefully
into a dream In which he got con-
tract for ten carload lots of Pottle's
Edible Shaving Cream. Just Lather.
Shave and Lick--;hat's all'-when
his wife's soft knuckles prodded him
in the ribs.
Ambrose Ambrose, Do wake up.
Do you hear that?"
Faint. plaintive. peeping sounds
came from somewhere in the house.
It's that wretched hound" he said
GROSSLY.
'Pershing is not a hound. Ambrose
Pottle."
"Oh, all right, Blossom. all right!
It's that noble creature. G'night!"
But the knuckles tattooed on his
drowsy ribs again.
Ambrose, he's lonesome"
No response.
Ambrose. little Pershing is lone
some"
Well, suppose you go and sing him
to sleep"
Ambrose. And US married only a
month"
Mr.. Pottle sat up in bed.
rs he your pup" he demanded ora
torically, "or is he not your pup. Mrs.
Pottle? He's all right. Didn't walk
six blocks in the cold to a grocery
store to get box for his bed? Didn't
you line 1t with some of my best
towels? Isn't it under nice warm
stove? What more can a hound
Ambrose"
noble creature. expect?"
Mrs. Pottle beg:us to snif1e audibly.
II d-dOn't belieSr you'd c-care If /
got up and c-caught my d-death of
c-cold." she said. But l c-can't leave
that poor, motherless little fellow
cry his heart out in that big, dark,
lonely kitchen. I'll just have to get
up and"
She stirred around as If she really
intended to. The chivalrous Mr.. Pot
tie heaved up from his pillow like an
irate grampus from the depths Of
tank.
"I'I CO." he grumpled, fumbling
around with goose -fieshed limbs for
his chilly slippers. Shall tell him
about Little Red Riding Hood or
Goody Two Shoes?'
Pershing I shall never forgive you.
Bring him In here
'Here?" His tone was aghast.
BARRIERS are aseptic souls.
Yes. of course"
I'm bed?"
Certainly"
"oh. Blossom!"
I'VE can't leave him in the cold, can
we?"
But. Blossom, suppose he's-sup-
pose he has,
The hiatus was expressive.
HE hasn't" Her voice was one of
indignant denial. "Pedigreed dogs
don't. Why, the kennels were i'm
maculate.''
"Humph" said Mr.. Pottle dubiously.
He strode into the kitchen and re-
turned with Pershing in his arms.
He pumped the small. bushy. whin-
ing animal in bed beside his wife.
Il suppose, Mrs. Pottle," he said. !
that you are prepared to take the
She stroked the so,,frmfn1 thine