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negro. "He's a good watch dog an'
yb' won't be troubled by no thieves
when he!s arouri'."
The yellow parallelogram came
forward and stuck his nose into the
ends of John's trousers.
"Oh," cried' Bobby, arid the next
moment the two were roHing over
and over in playful happiness, such
as only a dog and a boy can ever
This clinched thcbargain. "Now
we caii: get some Triore chickens,"
said John, and the giant rooster was
comforted by tie presence of anoth
er half dozen hens.
"I see you've bought" Jim," said
their neighbor, looking over the fence
next morning. "Regular boy's dbg,
"My dog Is named Charlie," re
sponded John with dignity.
"Suit yourself, neighbor," replied
the other. "He was called Jim when
I had him."
John was a little mystified, but the
sterling qualities of Charlie quickly
assured him of his wisdom In pur
chasing him. Did any stranger draw
near the house, Charlie's fangs were
bared and his growls gave evidence
of danger to all predatory persons
who dared to 'molest the sanctity of
the Walton home. However, a week-
later, to Mary's consternation, when
she approached the chicken pen the
gigantic rooster stood gazing upon
her in affronted dignity, And not a
single hen was visible.
"John, they've stolen "all my hens!"
she cried, almost In tears. "What's
the good of Charlie if, he doesn't keep
guard over the chicken house? I
thought he was such a good" $6g,
The mystery was solved by the dis
agreeably neighbor. ."He came over
the fence later in the day.
"Lost your- henSj hain't you?" he
asked of John, with friendly interest
4Td had liked to 'warn you, only" you
seemed huffy about that dog,' ' ' ,
"What dojrou mean?" asked John,
quite, humbly this time.
"Well," saidthe other, "Jim's been
owned, by quite a good 'many folks
hereabouts. He's a chicken dog."
"A chicken dog!" exclaimed, John
"Yes, sir. . Old Moses trained hin?.
to steal chickens since he was a pup,
'He sells him jround, arid wne"ri Moses
comes for his. charier Jim knows hirij
and helps him.purid 'emjup. TenTlS
goes back home. I gugss"- Moses has
sold Jim .half-dozen times since
I've, .been .here."
."Do you mean to. say 'that infernal
dbg has caught all my chickens?"
cried John Walton. 'Til shoot him.
Why 'hasn't, anybody else killed
The other chewed a straw reflec
tively. 'Oh, well, he?a just a boy's
dog," he answered.. "Besides, nobody
raises chickens hereabouts."
"Ha, ha! You'd have to. be smart
to catch Moses.. Whyall .he does is
just to stad, Outside and whistle'
"You r hayek't got a. gun, have
you?" demanded Johnquietly.
"Well, yes," admitted the other.
"But I wouldn't shobt .iold Jim, If I
was you. He's a real boy's dog.'
"What doyou-me,an.b2rthat?" ask
ed John. - -
A plercmg,scry.frdpi the bottom
of the. gaiti:answer.ed him. Mary
came njnnitljg 'from 6 House. "Bob
by!" sheped.Teyrraced togeth
er toward.J;bVdJick .pnd
On the jbrjrfk sat .Bobby, y.exy wet
andTeryimtich terrified, gesldefiim,
licking tW'fcoy'ft'-face and watgging
his tail, saj Charlie, also, wet There
was a rentn. BobbWpinaf ore, wlitere
Charlie's. teetjS: tadTriet; tb(drag him
from the water.
MaryWalton caught Bobbyvin her
arms, arid Charlie jumped 'gleefully
besidQ her- Jo? silence th$ four re
turned to where' fherr neighbor "stood.
Then iTohn. Walton stopped down
and laidT tils .hand carssuigiy bn
Charue's;head. ' h
' ''Never minii that gun", neighbor,"
he said. "I guess I lnow what Vou
mean now, By. the way, do Jou inovr