The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1873-11-17

In the riots OF July, 1858, o patrol.
man was carrying Sergeant Buckley,
badly wounded, on a stretcher to the
Charles street police station. A black
French poodle with stumpy tail followed
tho stretcher into the station, and there
fore became the pet Of the house.
'Jim," as he was called, was supposed
to have belonged to some colored family
which had fled from the city. The men
taught him many tricks. At roll call he
invariably headed the platoon and took
his position by the sergeant. He was
taught to distinguish ono baton from
another, and as he liked to fetch and
carry. the officers let him bring their
locusts, Bets werc once made by the
men that Jim could not distinguish
between genuine officer and sham
ono. Officer Wiseburn, 'Jim's warm
est friend, changed clothes with a fire.
man, who, taking the locust in hand,
walked mp and down the street. Jim
noticed hin, darted out Of the station,
snufFed at the clothes, sat down for
moment, looked straight in the face OF
the disguised fireman, seeming puzzled,
sprang upon him, caught the club be-
tween his teeth, growled and pulled,
until the fireman allowed himself to be
led into tho station, where he dropped
the club. Jim carried II TO Wise
burn, who was in the firemen's clothes.
Jim's good nature won for him the
love OF oil the children in the neighbor-
hood, and he became their playmate.
He knew his friends, and never failed
to resent any injury. There were two
butchers in the rear OF tho station, one
q good.hearted Irishman, who kept in
tho basement, the other German on
the avenue. For some time every morn.
ing and evening he entered the stores
and invited the butchers to feed him.
The Irishman never failed to give him
q hearty meal. The German rarely gave
him morsel, and once drove him ont
OF the store. Many ladies knowing him
had been accustomed to allow him to
carry their baskets to market. Jim on
reaching the Irishman's store ran in,
compelling his patronesses TO follow
him thus materially adding TO the Irish
butchers trade.
Jim's jumping ieats were SO extraor-
binary that the officers took pride in
showing them OF. Ono day, while he
was exhibiting to q crowd OF admirers
by jumping on pile Of lumber, one Of
the heaviest boards tipped over and fell
upon him, breaking one OF his legs.
With howl Of pain lie hobbled Of TO
Officer Wiseburn's post.
What's the matter, JimT asked
Wiseburn.
The dog tried 10 show his broken leg.
Wiseburn, STOPPING, saw the nature OF
Jim's injuries, and tendefly bore
him TO tho station. The police
surgeon pronounced Jim's wound
fatal, and advised his being shot.
wiseburn would not suffer this, SO he
bandaged Jim's leg, put him into o bas-
ket filled with soft hay and warm
clothes, tied him up, and cared for him
with tenderness which seemed to win
Jim's heart. Twas many weeks before
lie was allowed to walk out.
Two years aiter the accident, ono
night as the officers were preparing to
go on patrol, they saw Jim in Charles
street, hobbling by the side Of small
bulldog which 10 was supporting. Jim
had picked up dog that had been run
over. On reaching the station he
sought Wiseburn, who picked up the
wounded dog and took care OF him.