Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 140, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 June 1911 — HE WAS QUITE HUMAN [ARTICLE]

HE WAS QUITE HUMAN

DOCTOR ACTED FORBIDDING BUT WAS ONLY BASHFUL. I —— .—— . ■ Bultors of His Daughters Learned ths Truth When the Dog Walked Into Cfiaflng Dish Full of Candy. The doctor may have been less black than the fancies of the doctor's daughters’ guests painted him, but he generally had the effect of Imparting an apprehensive cloud to things when they called. Not that he was a rude, uncouth savage, but he was a big man with a sternness of mien that Impressed people generally, and when he would look into the parlor and see guests he would scowl ferociously and disappear. This was because he was a very retiring sort of man, notwithstanding his size and appearance, and it embarrassed h’m. His daughters knew this and tried to make the unhappy guests feel comfortable after one of these Punch and Judy appearances and disappearances of their parent, but it was no go. They didn’t say so, but most of the young men felt small and shivery and wondered what the doctor would do if he got really mad. Then one night the doctor’s real character stood revealed. He was supposed to have gone on a trip to a town 30 miles away and not to return until about If 20 a. m. The three Interested young men bad called as usual, for it was Friday night, and the three girls were gayly making fudge in a chafing dish when the telephone rang. One of the girls answered it and came flying back. Tt was papa,” she said; “he got back sooner than he expected and is coming home In a taxi.” “He’ll be here In ten minutes, then,” said another daughter. “We must get this chafing dish out of the parlor.” One of the young men raised the side window and, leaning out, placed the saucepan of bailing sugar on the ground below. Another helped carry out the chafing dish, and scarcely had these simple things been done when the doctor was heard at the curb, the whirring of the taxi's engine Indicating his arrival. Almost simultaneously there was a weird shriek that could only have arisen from a dog In mortal agony. It was right beneath the window. "Heavens and earth!” gasped one of the guests, “he’s burned himself with the fudge!” It was too true. With whoops of agony the beloved pointer dog of the doctor circled the house and the doctor was heard In heavy pursuit calling loudly for him to “come here.” Then all was calm and presently the’ doctor appeared In the door, In his hand a blackened saucepan of smoking candy. “What Is this?” he demanded. “It’s hot.” "It’s our candy. "Then what’s tt doing out on the ground for my dog to step in?” Then one of the guests had an inspiration. “That’s the only way to cool candy,” he volunteered, “to put It outdoors." The doctor looked at him and a slow appreciative grin crept over his face and his eyes twinkled beneath the bushy brows. He noted the absence of fire for cooking candy and chuckled. “That’s so, that’s so,” he said. “Why didn’t I think of that But, daughter, w- can’t eat this. The dog’s been In it. Can’t you make some more?" “Let me help! I’ll get It for you!” exclaimed t{ie guests in a breath, and the doctor, sitting in a corner and reading the paper, chuckled. “Better cool It on the back porch,” he said. —Galveston News.