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Show r- -. I . V fako a way the baseball ,,, Cold winds boRln to blow. And surplus energy may s,,t,n Bo used In shoveling enow 5 53 c tigs This Is tho pet that Mary had, A little, woolly lainl: Alas' Alack' Miss Mrv(s vt Is now tho "rum whtuam"! 5 5l Uncle Zed's Ddg, RIchnrd Hardjng UaviW, editor and proprietor of the Crlx County "'Chronicle, was poring ovor a list of dbllnq'uent subscribers and wondering If thoiost.cd'iiidjrsslblo have spirit enough to walk Saturday night, whon "Unclo" Zed HopklniTcamo In. It was plain to bo seen that "Unclo" Zed was mad. Ho seated himself in tho Bparo sanctum chair, set his doughty elm enno upright between his knees, built a "meotlng-houBo" of his flngors nnd began deliberately: "Editor Davison, I've took th' Chron-Iclo Chron-Iclo nigh onto ten year, an' I ain't ast many favors of yo, but I've como now to have yo wallop thoso HIgginBos that killed my dog Shop!" At this juncture "Unclo" Zed wiped his oyes on a rod bandana handkerchief handker-chief which ho then wound round ono hand nnd continued: "I don't allow to have no troublo with m' nolghbors, but " "Walt n mlnuto," said Editor Rich-nrd Rich-nrd Harding Davison, reaohlnj; for his pencil nnd pad. "Walt , mlnuto, 'Unclo Zod." 4K "Now'i:il roadiixn t ,ioV"d won you- abn'UV'.-X-SVJiiC; - "All right, Mr. Daffson.T 'pJousiy1 assented "Unclo" Zed witli duo appro-elation appro-elation and gratification in his modulated modu-lated voice. "Sorao low down miscreant,' read tho editor, scribbling, "whoso heart is nbout tho sizo of a floa and whoso head must bo shaped like- a tack, atrociously, atro-ciously, maliciously ad with mnllco aforethought, shot that fine, big family fam-ily dog " "Unclo" Zed's face fell and his lips quivered as ho Intcrniptod: "His name was 'Sbep,' Mr. Davison. "'Shop' was his name." "All right 'that fine, big, family dog Shop, owned by "Unclo" Zed Hopkins, Hop-kins, Saturday night. A man that would shoot a dog Hko. Shop Is tho greenest scum of tho earth and haug-lng haug-lng Is too good for him!'" "How's that, 'Unclo' Zed?" "Good, mighty good!" testified tho patriarch, rubbing his hands gleefully and squirming In thecreaklng chair, "but ain't yo goln'ilo mention no names?" T '"Wby.- yes, I niighjl Mr. Hopkins; that Is If you doslro It!". "Woll, I ain't insO'sUn' nono, but I'vo took yor papor jr long tlmo, Mr. Davison, a long tlmo!" "'It Ik our painful 'duty In this connection,' con-nection,' " resumed tho editor, " 'to nn-nounco nn-nounco wo havo among us n family so lost to common deconoy and tho man dates of society, as to kill an innocont and unassuming dog- ' " "By jingo, that's great," interposed "Unclo" Zod with Joy .in his volco; "that'll mako 'em crlngo some, I guess. Go ahead, editor, go ahead!" '"As to kill an Innocont ana unns-sumlng unns-sumlng dog, and, to mako a long story short, tho name Is HlgglnsI"' "Unclo" Zed brought his cano to tho floor with nn enthusiastic clatter: "Hurrah! Say, editor, you'ro a trump. You'ro a man with th' cour-ago cour-ago o' his convlqtlons. You'ro n what's that? Sign It! Sign It!!" "Uncle" Zed nroso hastily from his chair, his surprise paramount: "Mo sign It!!!" "You certainly don't want mo to as-sumo as-sumo responsibility for It, Mr. Hopkins. Hop-kins. My dog hasn't boon killed," ox-postulated ox-postulated tho editor with a smile In his oyo that "Unclo" Zod did not seo. "Thunder In tho winter tlmo! Groat horn spoons nnd llttlo fishes! Of all tho fool editors I ovor soo you nro tho wust!" shouted "Unclo" Zod, waving his cano, his bandana nnd his whiskers whis-kers all at ono nnd tho samo tlrno, as ho stumped away. And tho next day Editor Rlchard Harding Davison was notified by mail to stop "Unclo" ed'i paper. Dut ho didn't do jit, a country od-Itor od-Itor knows a thingOorHtwp about human hu-man nature "UnilnZed would havo been really angryBhaa,hQ compllod with tho order. 5m''i ' ' K |