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satisfaction his shadow which stretched, long and black and



horrible, across the snow.

It was a bit slippery, and he had to manoeuvre carefully in order



to keep right side up. Presently he caught up with the beggar

woman.



"Good-evening!" he said.

The old woman turned about, stared at him horror-stricken; then,



as soon as she had collected her senses, took to her heels,

yelling at the top of her voice. A big mastiff, who had just



been let loose for the night, began to bark angrily in a back

yard, and a dozen comrades responded from other yards, and came



bounding into the street.

"Hello!" thought Paul Jespersen. "Now look out for trouble."



He felt anything but hilarious when he saw the pack of angry dogs

dancing and leaping about him, barking in a wildly discordant



chorus.

"Why, Hector, you fool, don't you know me?" he said, coaxingly,



to the judge's mastiff. "And you, Sultan, old man! You ought to

be ashamed of yourself! Here, Caro, that's a good fellow! Come,



now, don't excite yourself!"

But Hector, Sultan, and Caro were all proof against such



blandishments, and as for Bismarck, the apothecary's collie, he

grew every moment more furious, and showed his teeth in a very



uncomfortable fashion.

To defend one's self was not to be thought of, for what defence



is possible to a sham bear against a dozen genuine dogs? Paul

could use neither his teeth nor his claws to any purpose, while



the dogs could use theirs, as he presently discovered, with

excellent effect.



He had just concluded to seek safety in flight, when suddenly he

felt a bite in his left calf, and saw the brute Bismarck tug away



at his leg as if it had been a mutton-chop. He had scarcely

recovered from this surprise when he heard a sharp report, and a



bullet whizzed away over his head, after having neatly put a hole

through the right ear. Paul concluded, with reason, that things



were getting serious.

If he could only get hold of that blockhead, the judge's groom,



who was violating the law about fire-arms, he would give him an

exhibition in athletics which he would not soon forget; but,



being for the moment deprived of this pleasure, he knew of

nothing better to do than to dodge through the nearest



street-door, and implore the protection of the very first

individual he might meet.



It so happened that Paul selected the house of two middle-aged

milliners for this experiment.



Jemina and Malla Hansen were just seated at the table drinking

tea with their one constantvisitor, the post-office clerk,



Mathias, when, all of a sudden, they heard a tremendousracket in

the hall, and the furious barking of dogs.



With a scream of fright, the two old maids jumyed up, dropping

their precious tea-cups, and old Mathias, who had tipped his



chair a little backward, lost his balance, and pointed his heels

toward the ceiling. Before he had time to pick himself up the



door was burst open and a great hairy monstersprang into the

room.



"Mercy upon us!" cried Jemina. "It is the devil!"

But now came the worst of it all. The bear put his paw on his



heart, and with the politest bow in the world, remarked:

"Pardon me, ladies, if I intrude."



He had meant to say more, but his audience had vanished; only the

flying tails of Mathias's coat were seen, as he slammed the door



on them, in his precipitateflight.

"Police! police!" someone shouted out of the window of the



adjoining room.

Police! Now, with all due respect for the officers of the law,



Paul Jespersen had no desire to meet them at the present moment.

To be hauled up at the station-house and fined for street



disorder--nay, perhaps be locked up for the night, if, as was

more than likely, the captain of police was at the masquerade,



was not at all to Paul's taste. Anything rather than that! He

would be the laughing stock of the whole town if, after his



elaborate efforts, he were to pass the night in a cell, instead

of dancing with Miss Clara Broby.






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