Evening Star Newspaper, July 19, 1925, Page 62

THE SUNDAY STAR, WAS | DOG WANTED: MALE One Man’s Beast and Another's Garden in a Tale of War. ments of loss of self-con- | urridge was apt to for- ler graces of ciyiliza s his wife said, be off Mr. Burridge was bald P 1 wl looked over Laura,” Mrs. Burridge used to say to her daughter when she saw Mr. Burridge’s face’ turning scarlet, “for heaven's sake be careful—your fa- thers off ain.” She also used to say to her daugh ter T wish your father wouldn't make a garden—it makes him so angry. He was one of those pinkish-looking men who take to ening enthu- {astically, but who, before all the | nd spaded, become ir ated at the infustice of the world and want | Lo bite some one’s head of Mr. Bur- | ridge always pla much larger garden than he co larger the garden the 3 apt to become. So Mrs. Burridge laoked out the | window apprel when she heard Mr. Burridge s and she | was fust time to see clang up against Fogarty's garage—the spade Mr. Bur-| idge had thrown at Rumpus, the \1\);’; of Mr. F , who lived next door. | She heard the dog give a velp of fear nd she saw Mr. Burridge swing the | four-tined garden fork above his head and throw t the dog also. The | ork missed the dog by 40 et. Mr. | Burridge then leaped out of his gar: den and picked up a box that had | contained tomato plants and threw it with all his might at the dog. “Laura id Mrs. Burridge to her daughter, “you had better put the cot- fee on the table: I think your father | is through gardening.” | As Burridge went to recover the garden fork, little Mrs. Fogar! came to her back porch Oh, « she said in the apologeti- | cally sw voice that had become a | permanence with her since her hus- | band he ought Rumpus _home. | 'Oh, de: our dog been bother- ing you ag For answer Mr. Burridge turned his back on Mrs. Fogarty, jerked the | fork from the soil and threw it into the middie of his garden. s hands together an- Dogs—dogs—dogs! useless curs digging up man plants:” coat from the limb ee on which it hung toward his Kitchen door, | grimly_set. | said Mrs. Burridge heaven’s sake be father is off again! Ten million nerv- care- Call | Teddy! Theo- | the back door, <he drew back nd Mr. Bur- | nd through without a word. He went up to the ba From _unde th but no one a against the doo! bush close line young k out his head. 4s | his father, he came and Rumpus leaped ging his short tail lly in a manner and delight. Good old dog- him, an_arm | “You didn't You're a doggte?” in to vour | Laura called rer sees you hug- he did not see all the wa toward h and panting a he had of showing jc “Nice old Rumpus! gie!” Ted comforted around Rumpus’ neck get hurt, did you, doggie? Zood old doggie, ain't you “Ted, you co; ght breakfast this to the bov. ging that dog “All right, doggie,” said ing his sister as elder si be ignored 1l see you fast, doggie.” You and that dog!” Laura ex- claimed as Ted slid past her into the kitchen “You'd better look out. Young man; father'll be terrible if he catches yo petting that dog.” the N I washed soap fell to viciously He then wer jerked six closet hoolks der the bed an raucously, and th ness. He t threw the remaining contents s dresser | into a suit and went down to | breakfast | “Now, listen to this!" ordered Mr. Burridge when he was seated. en's sake, c ou pay a tion to me or a while?” | — Why, yes, George! I'm | said Mrs. Burridge hastily. | vou to buy a dog what?” gasped Mrs. sa ed, ignor- | ers should | er break- | e bathreom Mr. his hands and the floor he Burridge when the | kicked it | to his bedroom and | of trousers off the| He threw one shirt un- | tore three llars | dre: - ¥ all “Jane | Tittle atte “Why. 1 listening," “1 wa ridge. “A'd went out tk my tomato plants my own property pened?” No one ventured to say what hap- | pened. | It was not the momenf for any one | to make any remark. Mrs. Burridge | and Laura and Ted knew from expe- rience that now was the time to be silent | nd show deep and concerned atten- | tion 4 garden, Mr. Burridge, “and tomato plants a rty’s came over and > dug them up em—that's w And if it's not one dog. I'm through! No one denfed that Mr. Burridge had a perfect right to be through. I'm through!” repeated Mr idge again. “Jane. how long have I owned this house?” | Bur- | I said a dog, didn’t I? I morning to plant | in my garden, on And what hap- | slave over that happened,” said I pianted those | at dog of Fo- began digging. | aster than I could | t happened. | worked that" like what |a bo |and what happens? | ridge. | Ba | home | dogs. DY “Why—why—16 years,” said Mrs. Burridge nervously. “‘Sixteen years!” echoed Mr. Bur- ridge. or 16 vears 1've baen a good neighbor, and for 16 years I've sald o dog” Ten thousand times I've said ‘No dog!" How many times have you said to me, ‘George, don't you think Ted might have a dog? How many times? And what did I say?” “Why—why—" stammered Mrs. Burridge. “Yes,” said Mr. Burridge, “and it is a nice state of affairs. Here I've got |a son 9 years old— “Nine said Ted, and Mr. Burridge ed at_him. “Here I've got a son 9 years old, who deserves a dog if any boy does, and I've never let him have a dog. Why? Because I wouldn't har- bor an animal that might annoy my ighbors. And what do I get for 1 It say seemed that no one cared to A boy, 9 vears old, my own son, begging and whining for a dog for the last 16 vears, and I refuse him, How many dogs are there on this block “Fourteen,” said Ted promptly. “Fourteen dogs!” declared Mr. Bur- “‘Fourteen worthless curs, dig- ging up my garden. I'm through! Do you understand that?” “Yes, George,” sald Mrs. Burridge. “Now, you listen to this!" ordered Mr. Burridge. “We're going to have a dog. I've got to go out to Chicago today, but when I come back I want this family to have a dog. Do you understand, Jane?"” - George; but—" said Mrs. Burridge. » “No ‘but’ Burridge. and you'll buy a dog! o ) T i Al I iy A STRAY CAT HAD CROSSED THE FAR END OF. THE GAR- DEN. “I was only going to say,” said Mrs. idze meekly, “that perhaps it would be better to wait until you get You know so much more about ou walt nothin!” said Mr. Bur- ridge. You'll buy a dog—a dog like Fogarty’s. 1 want a dog that will run all over this neighborhood and be a confounded nuisance. What kind of dog is that dog of Fogarty's?"” “It's a wire-haired fox-terrier,” Ted promptly. “You get a wire-haired fox-terrier.’ id Mr. Burridge, “like Fogar How much did that dog of Foga cost?"” He cost $50,” sald Ted. Nonsense! You get one for $25; that's enough to pay for the best dog that ever lived,” said Mr. Burridge. Then he departed for Chicago, where he was to be engaged for a week * % % % R. FOGARTY, whose business re- quired him to leave his house an hour earlier than Mr. Burridge left did not hear of the tomato-plant epi sode until that night. He found hi wife far from happy. “Tom, dear——"" she said. “What, Mary?” Mr. Fogarty, asked. “I know you don't like me to be talk- in’ of it all the while, but don’t you think we could be gettin’ rid of Rum- said rty’s | pus We can not! What's he been doin’ now ‘Ah, Tom, if you knew the wor the dog is to me,” said Mrs. Fogarty. “Three terrible fights he was in today the ears! 1 had to lay on the bed. and him throwin’ at him, that angr postman in the legs of the pants again today.” he spade and fork “Them postmen have a right to wear | think I've been lookin'? the dogs “Blowin’ leather leggins,. with all everywhere,” said Fogarty. the dogs get mad at them.’ And for two hours he had the|said to get about it,” declared Mr. | “I tell you to buy a dog, | [ | | |catch the dog, keep him tied |zled, mam. | | 5| | haired fox terrier, male, for sale. | “tor | Mrs. “Well, things has come to a nice pass if a dog can't tree a cat now and again,” said Mr. Fogarty. ‘““Why don’t they keep their cats in the house? If it comes to that, why don’t you keep the dog in the house, Mary?" “And don't I try, and him slippin’ out every minute when the baker's boy and the butcher's boy and all come to the door. Do I tie him up he yells his head off and they're all telephonfh’ me could I stop the dog from howlin'? He's the worry of the whole neighborhood, and everybody thinkin' hard thoughts of us.” Fogarty considered the dog as it re- posed on the floor, its ears briskly cocked and its eves sparkling. “It's not as if we needed a dog, but us with no children or anything, and o lately come into the nelghborhood and no use for a dog but to get all the neighbors down on us,” sald .Mrs Fogarty. “And my nerves gettin’ that jumpy that I weep most sf the day whilst you are off to your work and never thinkin’ of dogs at all.” | “It's a shame,” sald Fogarty, “but I can't take a dog with me, that's sure.”’ “It's not as if we had kids that could play with him, and maybe keep him busy and put out of deviiment ail day long,” argued Mrs. Fogarty. “Ah, Tom, be a good fellow and get rid of the dog for me; it would all be S0 nice and pleasant. Won't you be rid of the dog, Tom? Until we have | a boy of our own, maybe; then I'd not be sayin’ a word.” Fogarty looked at his pretty wife and smiled fondly. “Have it your own way, then,” he said. “Get rid of the dog, if you want to, but bear in mind it was a good $50 he cost me. He's worth every cent of it, too, the troublesome rascal. Here, Rumpus, you imp! U He held a lump of sugar high and the dog leaped 4 feet from the floor. “If you can’t get more, you might take $25 for him,” said Fogar- ty. “Twenty-five or 35. Only get him in a family where a boy is— that's what he needs, a boy in the family, to work some of-the pep out of him. “Oh, Tom, you're the love of my life!" cried Mrs. Fogarty, throwing her arms around his neck. “I'll see that dog is into a decent family by the time you get back from Baltimore, 1 promise you!” Rumpus, sitting and watching thi; little love episode with bright eves, thumped his tail on the floor. Mrs. Fogarty stooped and scratched the wiry hair about his collar, which was what he loved best in the way of a caress. “You're a nice dog at that, so you are,” ehe sald. “Give him another lump of sugar, Tom, seein’ he'll be gone by the time you're back home again, the fond brute.” ump.” said Fogarty, holding the sugar high, and then: “Did Mr. Bur- ride anything nasty to you, Mary i He said nothing af all,” she said. “We had no words.” And lucky for him,” said Fogarty, f he had I'd make him eat them, fat as he is.” Before 10 o'clock the next morning Fogarty, happy indeed, tele- phoned the Westcote Daily Eagle and put a “Dog For Sale” advertisement in its want column. “For Sale— Wire-haired fox-terrier, male, $50. Might take less if good home guaran teed. Telephone Westcote 2165," was what the advertisement said, but Mrs. Burridge—who at the same moment was telephoning to the office of the Westcote Evening Star—did not know this. She never did know it, because the Burridges never took the Eagle. “Dog_Wanted,” was what Mrs. Bur- ridge’s advertisement said: ‘“Wire- haired fox-terrier, male. Good home guaranteed. Might pay $25. Teles phone Westcote 1651.” xE xS T was about 11 o'clock that Mounted Officer Haggerty stopped before the Fogarty home and dismounted. He rapped on the screen door. Rumpus at the door. The sight of Officer Haggerty seemed to fill him with rage. Mrs. Fogarty appeared, carrying a broom She hit at Rumpus and he backed into the hall. Mrs. Fogarty opened the screen an inch or two. “Your dog,” said Officer Haggerty— | and Rumpus dashed for the door and leaped throuh the opening and disap- peared across the street—"is lgose without a muzzle.” “Oh, dear!” said little Mrs. Fogarty, and began to cry. “Well, now, don’t get excited, mam,’ said Officer Haggerty. “I'm not goin® to eat you up. I'm only warnin' yov he word is there’s to be less dogs go- in’ loose without muzzles, now tha’ hot weather is on us. When you muz But mind you d “Oh, ves!" sald Mrs. Fogart: her eyes. “I will!” For five davs Mrs. Fogarty did not leave the house, but no one telephoned wanting to buy a wire-haired fox ter- rier, male. In the adjacent home no message | came telling Mrs. Burridge of a wire- With much to do about the house, ! her was off agdin and |and the Langhams’ dog got chewed in | nrre ' Burridge let one day follow the I was that weak after it all | other, and it was not until the sixth : And diggin’|day of Mr. Burridge's absence that | up Mr. Burridge's garden this morning | Mrs. Burridge began to be worried. “Ted, do try to find a dog for sale,” And he bit the |ghe pieaded. “Well, aint I,” her son demanded, in injured tone. ‘“‘Gee, don't you aint done n nothin’ but look, have I?’ “But we must have a dog by the it's another. | them whistles like they do, no wonder | time vour father gets back, Theodore,™ said Mrs. Burridge. ‘“Your father a dog. If we don't have a iffings’ cat up a tree, and hiia bark- | dog, vour father will be off again. weepin’ and cryin’ terrible,” said little | Mrs. Fogarty. A Bur- | ing like a thousand, and Mrs. Giffing | You know how your father is.” “‘Gee, yes,” sald Theodore, but he found no dog. | time, never fear,” said Mrs. Fogarty | co.fortingly. | trousers leg and there was a_rending |of cloth and again Mr. {garty suspended by the neck so that T was not until the morning of the last day that Mrs. Fogarty, sweep- ing her porch, spoke to Mrs. Burrid who was shaking out a dustcloth. From the icellar came the irritating barks of Rumpus. “Oh, dear!” Mrs. Fogarty com- plained to Mrs. Burridge. “The way that dog keeps barkin’ is drivin' me crazy, but I don't dare let him loose, i somebody comes to buy h ell the dog, Mary,' Tom says——" Mrs. Burridge stopped in the middle of a flap of her dustcloth. “You say you want to sell the dog?" she asked “Oh, but I do that!” cried Mrs. Fogarty. *If you know anybody that wants to buy a dog—-" Mrs. Burridge crossed the yard. “It's a male, is it?” she asked. “Tt's a genuine wire-heared fox terrier? How much do you want for him?" “Tom was after payin’ filty dollars for him, with a pedigree as long as your arm. But If T could get him in a good home, with a boy like, I'd jump | at thirty-five for him, or even twenty- five,” said Mrs. Fogarty. “Would you sell him to us for twen- five dollars?” asked Mrs. Burridge. Not that I want a dog myselt,”” she added, “but Mr. Burridge was saying that & boy Ted's age ought to have a dog. And Fe did sy a dog like yours was the sort of dog he would like to have. Twenty-five dollars seems an awful lot to pay for a dog, but Mr. Burridge said to pay twenty-five dol- lars. -Would you take that for the dog’ “Would a fish swim?" asked Mrs. Fogarty. “I'll get him from the cel lar.” “T'll get the money,” said Mrs. Bur- ridge, and the two women parted. A minute later Ms. Fogarty was waiting | with the dog, who was leaping wild- | 1y at the end of his chain “Hold tight to the chain. He's a strong dog if ever there was one.” sald Mrs. Fogarty jerkily as Rumpus yanked at her arm. ‘“Twenty-five is she sald. He's your dog, Burridge."” “He's no dog of mine,” sald Mrs. | Burridge. “I don't want a dog. He's | Mr. Burridge's dog. As she took the chain a cat crossed the far corner of the garden. In- stantly the steel chain was jerked from her hand. The cat and Rumpus disappeared. “He'll be coming back before eatin’ “Only, when you let him loose you want to put the muzzle | on him, mam; the cops are takin’ no tice of the dogs that ain’t muzzled.” | X oK o HAT afternoon the Westcote Pal- ace Theater was showing th super film, “A Prince of the Aztecs,” and Mrs. Burridge had taken Ted and Laura to see it. Mrs. Fogarty was also seeing Douglas Fairfield in his rendition of Montezuma, the Aztec prince, and the two houses were locked and deserted, except for Rum pus, who lay in the shade of a spiraea bush, in a hole he had dug in Mr Burridge's tomato garden Rumpus was entirely happy. He had just decided to visit some of the neighbors when he saw something that made him show his teeth. This thing was Mr. Burridge, remembered as the man who had thrown the spade, who was approaching from the North Westcote station, carrying an umbrella and a suit case From where he lay Rumpus could not see Mr. Fogarty approaching from the opposite direction, earrying a suit case but no umbrella. Neither could he see Mounted Officer Haggerty ap proaching at the end of the block Rumpus, getting to his feet. raised his lips ‘on both sides, showing both of his handsome inclsor teeth, and growled. It was an unfortunate mo- ment for Rumpus to choose for growling from a hole in Mr. Bur- ridge’s garden, for Mr. Burridge was just muttering, in a bitterly disgusted tone, “Out! They're out. I bet!” Mr. Burridge said this as he loked at the house with its closed doors and windows. He said it with espectai bitterness because he had not been able to get a lower berth on his train, and there had been no taxi at the North West cote station. Mr. Burridge was in exactly the right temper to be off again. “Yah,” he was saying. “If I were away for a thousand vears, there wouldn't be one chance in -a million that I could come back and find my family anywhere but out! *“And the door locked and nothing to do but sit on the side porch like a mummy until the whole caboodle gets ready to leave some idiotic picture show that—-" Then he saw Rumpus, At the same moment he saw Mr. Fogarty. In- stantly angry blood rang in Mr. Bur- ridge's ears and his eyes saw crim son. He dropped his suit case and ran at Rumpus, swinging his um- brella over his head, shouting: “Out of there! Get out of there, you—dirty—cur!” he shouted, and brought the umbrella down on Rum pus’ back. The dog backed against the spiraea bush and barked and Mr. Burridge drew back his right foot and kicked at Rumpus. Instantly the dog set his teeth in Mr. Burridge's Burridge whacked the dog with the umbrella. “Here, you! Here, vou!” yelled Mr. Fogarty. ~“Don't you hit that dog!” and he dropped his sult case and ran. “I'll not have you hittin' my dog, you big bruté!” and he struck Mr. Bur ridge in the chest with his fist. Mr. Burridge droped the umbrella, grunt- ing as the blow reached him. He staggered but he did not fall, for he threw his arms about Mr. Fogarty's neck. R 0 OMcer Haggerty it Jooked as if | ir. Burirdge was holding Mr. Fo- Mr. Fogarty could rain shortarm blows at Mr. Burridge's ribs. Coinci- | dentally, Mr. Burridge seemed to be trying to win the battle by yanking Mr. Fogarty's head off. = Each time Mr. Fogarty hit Mr. Burridge in_the | ribs Mr. Burridge grunted. Mr. Bur- ridge seemed to be able to utter noth- ing but grunts, but Mr. Fogarty was making continuous and excited re- marks In & voice that showed he was GTON, D. C, JULY { had to do with. 19, 1 Ellis Parker Butler Fogarty was on top of him, and Mr. Fogarty was.willing, but Mr. Burridge was holding him tight, and Officer Haggerty grasped the handiest foot and pulled, putting his bull strength in the job, and drew them out from under the bush, through the hole Rumpus had dug, and debouched them in the tomato garden's soft soil. “Now get up, the both of yous&," he . “What's this row about?” He hit me pup.” panted Mr. Fo- garty. “He took his big brute of an umbrelly and hit him, and no man can wale me pup and get away with it. A poor little pup and a big oaf like him assaultin® it “Pup! He says pup!” panted Mr. Burridge, wiping his face on his arm. ““The meanest, viclousest, snappiest, fuil-grown dog in this town! And loose—loose, officer!—without a muzzle on. I won't hit that dog, won't I? T'll knock his head off! My Heavens, how much does a man have to stand from a dog like that? ow, wait x it eautloned Hag- gerty, lifting the finger of the law. “Hére's where I come in, I shouldn't wonder. Was the dog without a muzzle?” B “Of course he was!” exclaimed Mr. Burridge. “Look at my pants there. You can't keep a muzzle on that dog. Nobody could keep a muzzle on that dog. A dog like that is an infernal nuisance. It ought to be shot. It's always loose; it's all over the neigh- borhood, digging up gardens, killing cats, biting people, yowling all night— 1 general nuisance. It’s a wonder the whole neighborhood isn’t in a fight all the time with a worthless cur like that everlastingly roaming everywhere. A man that keeps a dog like that ought to be fined the limit—he ought to be jafled.” “The man’s a liar? said Mr. garty. “The dog is a fine dog: “A fine dog!” scoffed Mr. Burridge “A dirty, snarling, mangy, flea-bit, fighting nuisancy “And _affectionate,” said Mr. Fi garty. “Kind of heart and gentle and well bred- “And what is he anyway? but a mutt,” said Mr. Burridge. gutter pup and a garbage hound. worth the powder to blow him up ow, wait a bit,” urged Officer Haggerty. “You saw that he had no muzzle on him, did you?” “Muzzle? Of course he had no muzzle on him,” said Mr. Burridge, clearing some of the tomato garden out of his ear with one finger. “You couldn't keep a muzzle on the cur if vou riveted it on him. He's always running around without a muzzle.” “I know! I know! said Officer Haggerty. *'Tis not the first dog I've But are you willin’ to swear he had no muzzle on ““Certainly!” said Mr. Burridge. not tied up?”’ ied up!” scoffed Mr. Bur- “He looked as if he was tied up!_Of course he was not tied up.” “That'll be a fine,” said Officer Ha Nothing “A Ne 925 THE FOUR-TINED GARDEN FORK MISSED THE DOG BY ABOUT FOUR FEET. gerty, taking out his note-book. “Th’ magistrate is fintn' them from $2 to $25 these days——"" ““You let me tell him about this dog and it'll be no $2,” sald Mr. Burridge. “A man that owns a dog like this ought to gef $50 and a year in jall for ownifig such a dog.” “And I may do better than that for vou,” sald Officer Haggerty. ‘“You say the dog is a vicious dog?. He's in- corrigible and uncontrollable? He has a mean spirit and a nasty temper? He's a wanderer and a cat-killer?"” I give you my solemn word Mr. Burridge, “that that dog: * % % ok ROUND the corner of the house came Ted, running eagerly. He stopped short as he saw the three me “What's the matter?” he ask Has Rumpus been doing anything?” Hah! Plenty’s the matter,” said Mr. Burridge viciously.” “I've got this cur of Fogarty’'s where I want him at last. And tell me, officer, if a dog is a vicious brute and a neighborhood men- ace, can the magistrate order him killed?” “He said can that,” said Officer Hag- and that's what I'm gettin’ at. u will go to court and swea 7 There was a jangle of garbage pail and lid and a chorus of yelps and growls 4n the vard beyond Fogarty' and Mr. Fogarty leaped to rescue | Rumpus or to pull him off the other dog, as might be needed. Officer Hag- | gerty went to assist, and Mr. Burridge would have joined them if Ted had not held his sleeve. “But, father,” Ted said, “he's our dog. He's your dog. Mother gave Mrs. Fogarty $25 for him for you.” For a moment Mr. Burridge stared at his son. He took out his handker- chief and wiped his forehead. “Now to purceed,” said Officer Hag- turned with Mr. Fogarty dragging Rumpus at the end of the chain. “You was sayin'—" “I was saying.” sald Mr. Burridge, “that all I want, officer, is to be friendiy and on good terms with all my neighbors. You understand that. And it has to be give and take, officer. Now and then a man may get a little excited over things—over dogs, for in- stance—but what does it amount to in the end? We've got to be reasopable. This dog is no worse than any other dog.” It was to_ stare, ridge. “Of cours said Mr. Burridge, looking at his torn pants leg, “if you excite a dog and jump at him and hit him with an umbrella he may bite back. Any dog—any self-respecting dog—would do that. But this dog is no worse than any other dog. Why he's better than most of the curs on this block—far’ better! There isn't a vicious drop of blood in him. Playful, yes! But you can ask Fogarty—has any one ever complained of the dog? Really complained?” You slang a spade at hin Mr. Fogarty a little resentfully ““Oh, well,” said Mr. Burridge, “‘when I was angry. When he dug up a to- mato plant. But what dogs one to mato plant amount to? Two cents!” Officer Haggerty closed his note book. “Now, this is fine!” he said. “Th 1s more like it. It's a pleasure to com between two men that are gentlemen like youse. 'Tis a good endin’ of what might have been worse. So we'll no more about it. We'll let it- pa. this time if that's satisfactory to all.” “It suits me,” said Mr. Fogarty “It's entirely satisfactory to m said Mr. ‘Burridge, and Officer Hag- gert ted his now Officer Haggerty's turn and he stared at Mr. Bur- | gerty, when he and Fogarty re sorrel horse and rode of ¢ AND now,” said Mr. B briskly, “I'll thank you to dog over to me.” our dog!" exclaimed Mr. Fogart “My dog,” repeated Mr. B Mr. Fogarty understood ssed the end of ct | Burridge's hands |and walked a ge turn dge, E He ¥ he a fe |7 “And look > {You keep the animal ch I'm havin’ a garden in me | now on, and Tl have it up. | “aw Mr. Bu want dog: ! you build with that he As he went | him. “See man annoys | Do you un jio chain yourself idge coarsely in vour garder fence und he said to Ted dog, you let me know. | muzzied or tied up. | h vour dog be a Understand that | r mother, t now that she's g o take care of ot going to pay :\'114 tell her I'n & of hers does da t I " 1 ignorant cop sa is a nuisance!” | claimed Mr. Burridge. “What does he expect a dog to be, I'd like to know | A dog has some ri 2 And this was a pry the dog the Burri the world being as it i Scenario Master’s Movie Creation Surpassing Example of Art Is a Tom J. Geraghty Presents HOW LORD DOBBLEDUD GOT HIS TITLE or THE DREWM OF A TITLE WRITER Produced by the Guaranteed Title & Bust Co. Both title and titles fully copyrighted Titles by TOM GEROGHTY Fade in. N_the great open spaces of the Wyoming cattle country, where men are men and women are women—39 times out of 10. Snugly nestled in the pictur- esque hills that slope down to the treacherous Snake River is a settle- men of hardy pioneers. In a squalid ramshackle cabin lives a bewhiskered drone who pleases to call himself a man. Hooker Bludso, the town drunkard, who has seen better days. Nellie Bludso, his daughter—affec- tionately called *‘Little Nugget'® by the miners and frontier folk. “Father! Father! Look out—there's a rattlesnake.” “I hain't afeered of no rattlesnake. If he bites me he'll die of- delirfum tremens."” “Father—why do you always have to licker up?’ “PROMISE TO C “Remembering what, dear daddy? “Your mother. But I don't wanta remember. Look here, daughter, whar did you hide that whisicy last night3” “Don’t run away from me—don't run away, I say. Il catch you when you come back.” Fade out. Fade in Along a dusty trail across the plains rides a lone horseman. Algernon Dobbledud, scion of an ancient English family—now a social outcast, waster and ne'er-do-well. ‘I beg your pardon, sir, but could you please inform me how far it is to Snake River?” “"Bout 10 miles, as the crow flles, stranger. Jes' over them Two Tetons, through Devil Pass.” “Thanks, very much. Good day, sir.” ‘long." set up,. Beauty—"" Fade out. R Fade in. EEP in a rocky defile of Devil's Pass lives a mysterious, phan tomlike creature—part devil and part man “‘Mexican Pete'—the wolf of Devil's Pass. “Come here, Little Nugget—I have something for you.” ““Oh, my Gawd—it's Mexican Pete!" ‘es, but I won't hurt you. I like little girls—" tay away from me, you beast!” ‘So you don’t want to be friends, eh! Well, neither do I, then. I've got DUCT YOURSELF LIKE A GENTLEMAN!” “To forget, my child—to forge! “But I would like to have pretty very much vexed. They were princi- | things like other girls.” pally to the effect that we would show Mr. Burridge if he could hit that dog. As Officer Haggerty leaped down from his horse, Mr. Burridge intro- duced a new tactic. He threw his right leg between Mr. Fogarty’s knees. This might have been a better idea if he had not let Mr. Fogarty fall on top of him when they toppled. As it happened, the weight of Mr. Fogarty as the two fell in under the spiraea bush jolted most of the breath out of Mr. Burridge. It might have gone {ll with him had not Officer Hag- gerty arrived just then. Rumpus was barking loudly and rushing in to nip at any foot that was “Yes, and have some skunk of a man come along and rob me of my only jewel. No, by Gawd, I wanta keep you plain and pure as a nugget —that's what I wanta do.” “Why, father—there's a tear your eye—-"" “It’s_nothing. rememberin’.” in e o « I was just nearest when Officer Haggerty slapped him in the ribs with the flat of his hand and sent him yelping through the spiraea bush. “‘Come out of there, youse!" the offi- cer shouted at Mr. Fogarty and Mr. Burridge. “A nice way for two fam- fly men to be actin’. What's this row about?” He drew his club and rapped briskly on the soles of the four feet that pro- truded from under the bush. g “‘Ouch!” said Mr. Burridge. * “Quit that, you big elephant!” shout- ed Mr. Fogarty . “Come out of there, then,” repeated the policeman, “or will I hit youse again? A nice way to be actin’. Youse’ll have the whole neighborhood scandalized. Come out, I sa A, Buarlles wus ALk MEXICAN PETE. THE WOLF OF DEVILT PaS you—and you can't get away this time, my pretty snake eyes!" “Oh! O You stop—I could kill you—you—you dirty dog!” ‘Give us a kiss, eh—come on. "Whoa, Beauty—what's all this?" “So—you wouldn't give Mexican Pete a kiss, eh?” ‘Get up, Beauty—faster—faster!"” Is there no one to save me?” “Whoa, Beauty! Look here, bounder, what's this all about?"” “Who are you that dare to interfere with Mexican Pete?" “I'll learn you, as you bally Ameri- cans say, who I am!” “Thank Gawd “Put that knife up, I say, or I'H knock your bloody, bloomin® block off!” ““Atta boy, stranger. Give it to him. That's right! Soak him again! Good! “At last, Mexican Pete, you have met your equal. Hit him again, stranger.” “I've a bally good notion to cut your ears off, my man.” “Yes, I'll let you up if you promise to conduct yourself like a gentleman in the future.” “Ooh! You're wonderful! I thank you” “By not trying. you on, anywhere' “Much obliged. bleeding, mister.” ““It’s nothing—merely a scratch from the paw of that dog.” “I'll get you yet for this, you Eng- lish meddler!” “If you don’t mind riding double, jnst @t in the saddle and 11 take you | howme.” you How can Can I help « ' « Oh, you're “You—you are just too wonderful:’ a| | | | “Easy now, Beauty—we've got priceless cargo aboard.” | Fade out Fade in. The Grizzly Bear Saloon and Dance Hall—Snake- River's only sogial ¢ ter. “Comd on, Jake. a little licker. Thar's liable to be some shootin’ here tonight if I lay eyes on that stranger whom I found makin’ up to my gal.” “That’'s some one comin’ now Oh, it's Mexican Pete. Don't .| “Why? ah! Mexican Pete nothing! Fade out. 5 Fade in Late that afternoon an English ba: rister_rode into town. non Dobbledud’ | denly { bulky | ward fi oy not accept the bally for | tune, though it does {nclude = | of Snake River—practically. | Because the governor stipu- lates that I must marry Lady Thorn Suffolk, leaving a une to his derelict, way- HOOKER BLUDSO AND LITTLE NUGGET. start mothin’ with him.” ““Well, I reckon it won't hurt to ask him a few questions. Hod'y, Pete?” “I was lookin’ for you, Bludso. Wanted to tell you how I saved vour gal from a stranger—up in the defile ‘safternoon.” “The rat fairly Nugget. . . . And threatened to kill both me and you if we interfere.” “The dirty skunk—" ‘Careful, here he comes now!" “Who turned out those lights Bang Bang! Wham! Bang! “Turn up the lights, feller: My God, the stranger has killed Hooker Bludso.” Fade out. Fade In. Wounded, Dobbledud makes his way back to Little Nugget’s cabin. All through the night Little Nugget bravely kept vigil at the bedside of Dobbledud, little realizing that her father lay dead on a faro table in the Grizzly Bear. Fade out. Fade in. | i EXT morning lynch law took the reins in Snake River and Alger- non Dobbledud was sentenced to be hung—as soon as he got well. “I will never belleve that Dobble killed by father—never, though the heavens fall.” “But Mexican Pete with his own ears heard him threaten to get your father.” hypnotized Little DOBBLEDUD, SCION side—and none but little Nugget shall be my wife.” “Bless you for them words, d . . . But you forget you hang at sunrise.” “As your solicitor, Algernon, I could .off these hungry wolves.” would rather die first “Darling My lovely Fade out. Fade in That night Mexican Pete is mor- tally wounded, but before he dies con fess to the murder of Hooker Bludso. No one knew who fired the fatal bullet, but—Little Nugget had learned child in arms, to shoot straight re American sweetheart! Fade out Never had Snake River seen such a wedding. All the countryside gath- ered for the great event and wines and liquor flowed like a mountair stream in Spring. “What do vou say to a honeymo: to Dobbledud Castle, where vou can take your place as Lady Dobbledud eh, wot?" My wonderful man!" fy American sweetheart!" Jo you re; really love me Poor_little me’ “With all my heart, dear.” ‘Then crush me to your breast and Jiss me.” Smack ! F¥ade out. (The end) OF AN ANCIENT ENGLISH FAMILY,