"Gone! Do you mean he is dead, Susan?"
"No, Mrs. Dr. dear, that beast is not dead. But you will never see him
again. I feel sure of that."
"Don't be so mysterious, Susan. What has happened to him?"
"Well, Mrs. Dr. dear, he was sitting out on the back steps this
afternoon. It was just after the news came that the Armistice had been
signed and he was looking his Hydest. I can assure you he was an awesome
looking beast. All at once, Mrs. Dr. dear, Bruce Meredith came around
the corner of the kitchen walking on his stilts. He has been learning to
walk on them lately and came over to show me how well he could do it.
Mr. Hyde just took a look and one bound carried him over the yard fence.
Then he went tearing through the maple grove in great leaps with his
ears laid back. You never saw a creature so terrified, Mrs. Dr. dear. He
has never returned."
"Oh, he'll come back, Susan, probably chastened in spirit by his
fright."
"We will see, Mrs. Dr. dear--we will see. Remember, the Armistice has
been signed. And that reminds me that Whiskers-on-the-moon had a
paralytic stroke last night. I am not saying it is a judgment on him,
because I am not in the counsels of the Almighty, but one can have one's
own thoughts about it. Neither Whiskers-on-the-moon or Mr. Hyde will be
much more heard of in Glen St. Mary, Mrs. Dr. dear, and that you may tie
to."
Mr. Hyde certainly was heard of no more.
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