HERE LIES BRUISER!
Cut off in the flower of his youth—
Gone to meet old Towser!"
and Mrs. Tarbox looked up to her husband for his approval.
"Mrs. Tarbox," he said, "I believe you are the greatest fool in town. Have you got any common sense?"
"Nathan, you shouldn't talk so to your wife," she answered, placidly. "I only spoke for the best; of course, if you think of anything you like better, I don't care."
"I have no time to think of epitaphs on dogs, Mrs. Tarbox. I've got something more important to do. Do you know what I am going to do, Mrs. Tarbox?"
"Change your shirt, perhaps," said his wife; "you forgot to do it this morning."
Mr. Tarbox came near swearing.
"No," said he, "I'm going to have that brute arrested for assault and battery, for trespassing on my grounds and killing my dog. That's what I'm going to do."
"So I would, Nathan. I wonder you didn't think of it before."