Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-06-01
Daily ShOTf Story
I Charlie Red Birds Dog
BY HOMER CRoY

By HOMER ChOh
Il CAN think Of nothing finer in
j. all the world than a mans love
for his dog. l tell you there Is
something stirring about n.
Something that reaches right
down into the warm places OF the
heart.
II isn't limited, this warm al
lection. 10 the high-placed and the
mighty. The humble have ~,
sometimes even more deeply than
the polite and wcll-born. In this
connection l think OF Charlie Red
Bird, about the last person IN Inc
world in whom you would expect
20 find dog-love so deep and true.
When YOU passed his house you
would see a pretty rundown place,
an old discouraged barn, and a
car that looked as If II had
reached journeys end. And then
you'd see his dog Jack. No need
20 try 10 figure what strains ran
through Jack. Certainly he had
the strain of loyalty, and what
finer strain is there?
LOVED HIS MASTER
He loved his master; there was
no doubt Charlie Red Bird loved
him. But. now and then, Charlie
had strange ways of showing IL.
Sometime he would give Jack a
cuff that would just about do for
him. Then Charlie would 60
around all day trying to make up
for il.
Today Charlie had quite prob
lem 10 solve. He was waiting for
Mike Miller: the two of them were
going 10 get into Charlie Red
Birds wreck OF car and rob The
creamery Mike was an Indian,
too: Quapaws.
IT was not long until Mike came
riding down the road on his pony.
Charlie got up from PLAYING with
Jack and went 10 meet his friend
Mike leaped of lightly. for he had
an Indians skill about horses.
They looked at the sun, as
Indians do when they want TO
know the time. then went out to
the car.
CREAMERY MAN ALONE
s'Did you Ak the license
plates ?" Mike Miller asked.
Charlie nodded. The two looked
at the license plates and they
were as Charlie Red Bird had said,
20 smeared IL would take a sharp
eyed person indeed to make out
anything.
They looked at each otherI
again: each knew what that meant.
The farmers, by this time of day,
would have deposited their cans
and gone home, and the creamery
man would be alone. Alone with
all that money.
Charlie Red Bird pulled out the
masks he had got at the five-and-I
ten, and they put them on. What
a difference the masks made.
Mike got out his pistol and
broke il open. Everything was all
right. Charlie Red Bird got out
his and broke il open. Everything
was all right.
Jack, when ne saw his master
getting into the car, began to frisk
and bark eXcitedfy. then took up
his position with his nose pointing
straight at the front seat where he
always sat with Charlie.
"You're not goin'," said
Charlie Red Bird. for IT would
never do for Jack TO be seen at
the creamery.
kaz TELL TALE JACK
Everybody knew Jack. and when
Cbarlie Red Bird and Mike Miller
sped off in their car. after the
robbery, tell tale Jack would be
left behind.
ssYou stay here"
Jack knew he was just funning
and paid not the slightest atten-
ton.
Jack wasn't licked, even when
Mike Miller got in the front seat,
for there was room behind.
"You shut up," said Charlie as
Jack went dancing around the
car. barking louder than ever
His barking did stop a little
when the car started, and he stood
looking at his master trying 10
make out what had happened 10
the world. Something certainly
had, for the car clunked off down
the dirt road without a backward
look from the master.
Charlie Red Bird and Mike
Miller talked over exactly how
they would pull off the party.
They'd both 60 inside. cover the
creamery man, truss him up and
lock him in the toilet room, grab
the money and speed away.
Simple.
Charlie looked back.
Jacks followin'."
He stopped the car and yelled
at Jack 10 20 back Jack stood
there wagging his tail and admir-
ing his master.
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