The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1874-12-04


morning, and overheard yeu both"
Maddcn's Fiddle and Hotfenbeck's
Dog.
From the Detroit Fr.e Press.
Mr.. Hollenbcck, Of Sixth street, owns
ball dog about the size Of a yearling
calf, and the whole neighborhood has
to walk on its tip-toes and put on re-
spectful look when that dog is turned
loose. The other night Mr.. Hollenbeck
was telling a crowd in corner-grocery
what prize-medal Of a dog he had,
and how he could prance over anything
in Detroit, when young man named
Madden, who owns a fiddle and fiddles
it most Of the time, said he'd bet money
that he could make Hollenbcck's canine
quake and trcmble under the power Of
music. lie said he never saw a dog
which couldn't be fddlcd out Of coun-
tsnance in five minutes by the clock, and
he had tried lots Of them. Mr.. Hol-
lenbeck grinned with delight, and it
was arranged that the young man should
try it on right away. Madden got his
fiddle and the crowd went over to Hol-
lenbeck's. The dog was called into the
kitchen, and then the crowd slipped out
one by one, leaving Madden alone.
"Cross-eyed Terror"-such is the ca
mines name-didn't know what to think
Of the proceedings, and he sat up and
gave Madden look in which border
ruflianism, inquiry, deceit, and astonish-
mcnt were about equally mingled. The
fiddle was poised and the young man
commenced fiddling a sad tune, some
thing like mother is dead" The dog
rose up at the first note and bent an
earnest look on the fiddle. He had
probably never seen fiddle before, and
he was in doubt whether it was a new
kind Of dog or an Internal machine. As
the tune began to draw out longer and
longer, Caoss-eyed Terror took a step
forward and gave utteranee to a growl
which made things tremble. Madden
looked fixedly at the animal and sawed
away until it became evident that he
hadn't better keep that tune much longer,
and he changed off on something lively.
The dogs bristles rose up and his eyes
assumed a hungry look. The young
man changed to a chant and the dog
came little nearer, and his under lip
fell down like the end board Of a 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 hi,
own language inquired: "What do you
take me for, anyway" Madden had
faith and he struck up "The Greer
Shores of Ireland" He hadn't ever
cited the "green shores" before Gross
eyed Terror laid hold Of him by the
hip and gave him scientific tess. Next
moment fiddle and dog and howl and
growl were all mixed up together. Mad
den shouted for the crowd to rush in
and the dog growled out that that wa
a private cotillon. with no admission fol
outsiders. The young man lived about
a year and half in less than a minute
lie went over the stove in whoop
around the table with a yell, and felt
his coat-tails 60 off as he stopped for an
instant to raise the window-sash. The
crowd rushed in as soon a. they under.
stood what was going on. They found
Madden lying ON his face, and the dog
was trying to get hold somewhere ~
that he could lift him up and administer
the "terrier shake" They pounded the
canine with chair, kicked his ribs and
yelled for him to let go, and finally
they had to throw pail Of cold water
over him. Mr.. Madden could hardly get
up, and when once up he couldn't sit
down. lie had bites all over him and
a few thrown in "to boot" and the
largest piece Of his valuable fiddle was
just the size Of an Arizona tooth-pick.
The doctor is still putting plasters on
him, and as fast as he thinks he has
got the bites all plastered he turns the
patient over and finds two or three more.
4 hand-organ or horse-fddle may
" soothe the savage breast" but violin
won't and all Sixth street will bet on it.
Gems.