TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
ter and caught a glimpse of the sudden descent of the bull-dog, but a look at her husband’s face decided her that silence was golden—a decision wondrous wise for a bride of ten days. They visited many, many hotels after this, working their way down from palaces to quiet hostelries in side streets, and though, in one or two instances, Bateese and the pup were concealed until rooms had been secured, yet, when the inevitable moment arrived that they must be produced, a miraculous slip of memory smote the conscience of the clerk. Those apartments (the only vacant ones in the house) were already engaged. Astounding thing how he could have forgotten; he was profusely apologetic but would have to keep to his original agreement. Cairlo’s cannibal visage was too much for them all. Hours passed, miles were traversed, and in proportion as the spirits of the occupants of the
