The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1874-11-23

Cposs.EyEp TERRoR-MADDEN's FIDDLE
avn HorLESBgcK's DOG.-Mr. HollenbecK,
Of Sixth street, owns bulldog about the
size of q yearlipg calf, and the whole neigh.
borbood LAS to walk on It's tip-toes and put
on respectful look when that dog is turned
loose, The other night Mr.. Hollenbeck was
telling a crowd in corner-grocery what =
prize.medal of 4 dog he had. and how he
rou,d nrspce over anything in Detroit, When
a'youre man named Madden, who owns 8
fiddle and fddles it most Of the time, said
he'd bet money that he could make the Hol-
lenbeck canine quake and tremble under the
mower of music. He said he never
saw a dog which couldn't be fiddled out
of coun.enapce in i've minutes by the
clock. and he had tried lots Of them. Mr.
Hollenbeck grinned with delight, and it was
arranged that the young man should try II
on right away. Madden got his fiddle, and
the crowd went over 10 Hollenbeck's. The
dog was called into the kitchen, and then
the crowd slipped out one by one, leaving
Madden alone "Cros-eyed Terror
is the canin's name-didn't know what to
think of the proceedings, and he sat up and
gave Madden look, in which border-ruf-
fianism, inquiry, deceit, and astonishment
were about equally mingled. The fiddle
was poised, and the young man commenced
fiddlipg sad tune, something like
another is Dead" The dog rose
up- at the first note and bent an
earnest look on the fiddle. He had pro.
badly never seen fiddle before, and he was
In doubt as to whether it was new kind of
dog or an internal machine. AS the tune
began to draw out longer and longer, Cross
Eyed Terror took a step forward and gave
utterunce TO .growl which made things
.tremble. Madden looked tixedly at the ami
NAL and sawed away until il became evident
that he hadn't better keep that tune much
longer, and he changed off OH to something
lively. The dogs bristles rose up and bis
eyes assumed 4 hungry lock. The young
man changed to chant, and the dog came
a little nearer, and bis uuder-lip fell down
like the end-b board of coal.cart. A man
who was looking through the key-hole
of the door remarked that he wouldn't
be in there for forty million dollars, and the
excited whispers of the crowd seemed to
excite the dog. He uttered several more
growls, and in his own language, inquired:
"What DO you take me for, anyway:"I
Madden had faith, and he struck up I" The
Green Shores of Ireland" He hadn't even
cited the "green shores " before Cross-eyed
Terror laid hold of him by the hip and gave
him a scientific toss. Next moment fiddle
and dog and howl and growl were ali mixed
I'D together. Madden shouted for the crowd
to rush in, and the dog growled out that that
was a private cotilon, with no admission
for outsiders. The young man lived about a.
wear and half in less than a minute. He
went over the stove with whoop, around
the table with yell, and felt his coat.tals
20 off as he stopped for an instant to raise
the window-sash. The crowd rushed in,
as soon as they understood what was
going on. They found Madden lying.
on his face, and the dog was try
ing to get hold somewhere so that he could
lift him up aud administer the "terrier!
shake" They pounded the canine with al
chair, kicked his ribs, aud yelled for him toi
let 60 ); and GnaR: they had to throw pail
of cold water oyer him. Mr.. Madden could;
hardly get up. He had bites all over him,
and few tbrown in "te boot;n and the
largest piece Of his valuable fddle was just
the size of an Arizona tooth-pick. The doc
tor is stil putting plssters on him, and as.
FAST as he thinks he has got the bites oil p3as.;
tered he turns the patient over andfnds two
or three more. A hand-orgaa or bose
fiddle may "soothe the savage breast,S but
a violin won't, aud all Sixth street will saet'
ON it.-DeyroI Free Ps;esS.