72 KINKS! "DEBTY DOGS." 



" Well," said the Doctor, " suppose you give us one of 

 these ' kinks/ while our pipes are being smoked out, as an 

 ' opiate ' to send us all to sleep." 



"Be it understood, then," Spalding began, "that I like 

 dogs in a general way. They are plain dealing, honest, 

 trusty folk in the aggregate, albeit, there are what Tom 

 Benton calls, 'dirty dogs.' These, however, are mostly 

 human canines, dogs that walk on two legs, and wear clothes. 

 Such curs I don't like. But there are such, and they may be 

 seen and heard, barking, and snarling, and snapping in their 

 envy, at honest peoples' heels every day. Let them bark. 

 Mr. Benton was right. They are ' dirty dogs.' But a dog 

 that looks you honestly and frankly in the face, that stands 

 by his master and friend, in all times of trial, in sorrow as 

 in joy, in adversity as in prosperity, in dark days as in bright 

 days, always cheerful, always sincere, earnest, and truthful, 

 and so that his kindness be met, always happy, I like. He is 

 your true nobility of nature below the human. But there 

 are ' curs of low degree ;' dogs of neither genial instinct nor 

 breeding ; senseless animals, that belie the noble nature of 

 their species, are living libels upon their kind. There was 

 one of these over against my rooms, at the tune of the sick- 

 ness I speak of. I say was for thanks to the fates, he is 

 among the things that have been ; he belongs to history, 

 has been wiped out. 



" He was a barking dog. When the moon was in the sky, 

 he barked at the moon. When only the stars shone out, he 

 barked at the stars ; when clouds shut in both moon and 



