Murchison, who lives next door to me, wants to get rid of a dog, and if you know of anyone who wants a dog I wish you would let Murchison know. Murchison doesn't need it. He is tired of dogs, anyway. That is just like Murchison. 'Way up in an enthusiasm one day and sick of it the next. Brownlee--Brownlee lives on the other side of Murchison--remembers when Murchison got the dog. It was the queerest thing, so Murchison says, you ever heard of. Here came the express wagon--Adams' Express Company's wagon--and delivered the dog. The name was all right--“C. P. Murchison, Gallatin, Iowa”--and the charges were paid. The charges were $2.80, and paid, and the dog had been shipped from New York. Thin…
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