Trouble Brewing

A countrified-looking man ;mie up into tlie cs office yesterday. He evident ly had Bomething on his mind. Kinally he lirokr loóse: s gwine bar be the most serious kiud of i feud up in our neighboiliood between Bob Kinney and S:im Spitlei." "Wluit i-t fche tronble betweenthem?" "Tliey had a serióos fallin' out." Yes, lint what about?" "They was good friends. Sam Spitler, lie went to Bob Kiniiev's house. and thar was a big (-oon dog in front of the house, and San i says, as perlitè aS tilite as yer please, 'Bob, will ver dog bite?" ■And what did liob say?" "Bob says, 'You bet he will. Let flae tie him up, for I wouldn't have him bitê you for $50:' and Suin says 'I wouidn't citlic,-.' and now what rcason do you s'pose Bob gav)c Saai for not wanting bis dog t bjtfl hini J " "I don't kuow." "Well, Bobsaid.'the i-ettson 1 wouldn't liavf that dogbltéyou, Sam Spitier, g because lic is a good coon d,og, and it : piles i coon dog to li(c ;i skunk.' Sam went oñ for weepins, ;md there is same talk of a serious misundcrstaudin'." -