Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1933-11-15
Dog Cone!

By GENEvRA COOK
g. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service.

ing near-sightedly at a folded copy
of a newspaper which he held In a
leatherly-brown hand.
LOST: Big a. dog resembling hound.
Name: Floppy-ear. Reward: $1,000.
p. o. Box 391. Mooseville.
His steps made slightly uncertain
by years and rheumatism. Mr..
Mooney limped across the cabin and
opened the door into the woodshed.
Come ere, Floppy-earl"
The big tan dog ambled toward
him. Mr.. Mooney regarded her
sp~eculatively. NOW II those people
that put tibet air notice In the pa
per sees my sign | stuck up In the
post office. | guess likely your folk'll
be right along, ma'am. Some o
those summer folks up to the lake,
most likely. Don't know no bet.
tern to go wanderin' all over the
maounting."
At the sound of q car laboring
noislly up the steep hill. he closed
the woodshed door upon the dog
and hobbled outside. The car was
an old one painted blue and gold
and the driver was q faIr-haIred
slim girl, with blue eyes to match
her sweater and beret She left the
car at the end of the road out past
the thick trees clustered around the
edge Of the clearing, and came run
ming across the stony field to the
cabin.
Hello !" she called. "Have you
got Floppy-earT" She came up tC
him, breathless. "Oh, please, is she
here? I've looked everywhere u
There was the sound of barking
from behind the ~woodshed door
'0h. she Is herel Here's the re
ward" She thrust into the tough
wrlnkled right hand of MFR. Mooney
a crisp, new ten dollar bill.
| Suddenly there was a honk honk
from the d lection of the car. "Oh
whoever Is blowing the horn of m,
Ic,r? came up alone Wait |
And she was gone, leaving Mr.
Mooney looking after her, his mouth
still opened to speak.
Il beg your pardon, sir |" MIR
Mooney gave q violent start. There
at his side was a tall. good-lookInl
youth with dark hair.
Il came to claim my dog, sir. Vol
have her here, | thlnk-in the shed
nerhaps?" With three long strides
he was past the astonished Mr.
Mooney and had opened the door o
the shed. The dog came boundinI
out to him, jumping at his legs, ex
hiblting every sign of Joy and recog
milton.
Here" smiled the young man
Here Is the reward Thank you
slr!" He thrust into the left hanC
of MIR. Mooney a neatly folded tel
dollar bill 4Come. Floppy-earl" h,
called, and started across the field
Before he had gone two steps tn,
girl was facing him, her eyes fash
ing. Without speaking TO him, sh,
turned scornfully away. "Come
Floppy-earl" she called. And th,
dog came running to her, jumping
barking, with Joy.
Mr.. Mooney. because he was near
sighted. had to move nearer to then
In order TO puzzle 1t out He ha,
to move carer still, because be wa
a little hard OF bearing. But neithe
of them noticed him at all.
"You don't want that dog" tn
man was saying In IN even, firm
voice, that somehow held a note o
bitterness Come here, Floppy-ear.
The dog came.
"You don't value a gift when yol
don't care anything for the giver.
Il do care for the giver-I-I-
mean, I-I-dld-I mean"
The young mans voice becam
softer, and Mr.. Mooney moved
little nearer. "Just what do yol
mean, Jocelyn?"
I'll mean what | said--Gerald.
Mr.. Mooney was getting nervous
He didn't like to have folks kissing
right In front OF his cabin. II WASH
respectable. He cleared his throa
as loud as he could, but no one pal,
any attention. Then he tried some
thing else.
"Come here, Floppy-ear," b
called. The dog came.
The man was taking something
out of his pocket And you'll wea
my ring again. Jocelynf" he wa
saying, and slipping II, sparkling II
the sun, on her slim white finger
Together they turned and smiled
for a moment at the leathery-browl
old man who was staring at then
from the yard. Together they caller
Come here. Floppy-earl" The dol
went.
Mr.. Mooney stood In the door o
his cabin and watched them walk
close. down across the stony field
the dog running joyfully at theil
heels. He looked down at the tw,
ten dollar bills, one In each hand.
"DoggoneI" said Mr.. Mooney.