The Elk Mountain pilot., 1923-11-01

On, Mis- Betty, de dog nave done
killed one of the white folks chickens
mex door" Black Martha stood max
Ing a mum of her checked apron as she
spoke to her young mistress.
Another? Oh, dear, Martha, what
shall 1 do with himT Betty was In
despair.
Sandy was her pet collie. and, since
the advent of neighbors with chickens,
he had been guilty of thieving and
killing; two inherited traits, Betty had
no doubt.
She went outside to find the sand
colored pup wagging his tail in great
pride and calling attention to the
feathered animal he had placed on the
steps for approval.
Sandy, Sandy, Sandy" cried Betty.
The dogs tail stopped as suddenly as
II 1t had had an emergency brake upon
1t. He knew the meaning Of his mis-
tress' tone Of voice, and he gathered
at once that he had done something de-
plorable. rather than something COM
mendable as he had supposed.
Bring me the leash, Martha" said
She snapped the strap to the dogs
collar and started across the field to-
ward the neighbor's garden. An old
fashioned stile separated the two
places, and Betty, speaking never the
usual friendly word to her pet, climbed
over 1t and sought the side door of the
neighbor's house.
To do
chickens?" she asked somewhat alb
ruptly of man who was coming
toward her.
The man removed his cap, and Betty
observed that his closely cropped curls
were nearly the color Of Sandy's coat.
She would have named him Sandy, too,
had he been hers to name.
II do not own them, but 1 care for
them and have an interest in them,"
he said, smiling. Hello, boy" he
added to Sandy, who was meekly
standing by his mistress.
you won't hello, boy him when 1
tell you why I've come over" Betty
went on. He has just killed one of
your chickens"
young man, petting the animals crest
fallen head.
"Of course l am partly to blame"
apologized Betty. He killed one once
before and / did not use the drastic
punishment l was told was the only
cure for chicken-killing dogs"
What is 1t, may ask?'
"Oh, it is dreadful. They told me
to tie the dead chicken about his neck
as closely as could and to confine
him, thus, in warm place for three
days. not giving him anything to eat.
The chicken would, of course, get un-
ably-odoriic-even worse, you
know, and he would learn to hate the
sight of chicken. so that he would
never again try to kill one. Did you
ever hear Of that7"
Il have-and 1t works. Shall we
do you want me to help you to punish
the dog" the man asked.
Betty looked serious for moment.
us 1t the only way. you think?'
The man nodded. "It is. He's
fine chap and worth breaking of the
habit. am here only temporarily, on
sort Of vacation and taking care of
the place for my friends, the Jacksons.
II like chicken raising may go in
for 1t. My name is Maxfleld-Donald
Maxfleld."
Betty bowed prettily. I'm sorry
you're having such troublesome be-
ginning &c your vacation" she said.
"Ill soon put stop to that sort of
trouble If you'll leave the dog with
me for three days. What's his manner"
SANDY. Sandy, shake hands with
Mr.. Maxfleld." The dog, little cheered
by his mistress friendly tone, did as
he was bidden.
'He and I'll be great friends-after
the punishment's over. 1 know all
about dogs, you know"
When Betty left her pet in the hands
Of the stranger her eyes were filed
with tears. Don't be too hard on him
you know I'm partly TO blame" she
said. lump in her throat.
At the end Of the third day Martha
came to Bettys room to say that the
young man next door had brought
back the dog and that he would like
TO see Miss Betty.
Betty, having somehow or other put
on her prettiest frOck and arranged
her hair in its most fetching fashion,
descended the broad colonial stairway
slowly.
Sandy fairly leaped at her. She
bent down to hug and pet him and led
the way into the big room. where fire
was cracking. Hes SO thin" was all
she could say.
"Yes-but think he is cured. II
You could have seen him while 1 set
him free from the awful burden around
his neck and If you could have wit
messed his gratitude when I gave him
good old.fashioned Saturday night
bath you would not be sorry for his
loss of fesh," laughed Donald.
"Oh-it is so good of you," Betty
began She was recalling her mon-