The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1876-06-12
Zine Rnttefaich Tifasedy:

A solemn-fooking man called at MISS But
terwick's house the other day, says Max
Adelcr, I'm the Philadelphia Bulletin, and
asked for Mrs. Butterwick. When she came
into the parlor he said:
"Mrs. BlltterWick, believe? Mrs. But
terwick, CAME To bring you some rather
bad news. I don't know how y9lr Il take IT,
but feel as if ought to tell you: 1p nut:
ter how it cuts you up. Your h'ssnaud
came to my house today with his dog-it Ii
a large yellow dog, believe yours Is, amt
it !? with bushy tail. Well, anyhow, lie
STAYED around there for an hour or Two iook-
ing at the chtlren and having good time;
and after awhile Wilson'S cOlored boy said
sn,neihing fr him he didn't like, and he,
jumped at the boy and threw him to the
ground.
every extraordinary conduct, / must
saw" said Mrs. Butterwick.
u Well. YOU know, I was afraid he'd hurt
The bow, and so / took hold OF him and tried
TO null him off, and that made him mad at
me, and he turned around and began to at
tack me. Now, really, for awhile j thought
he'd killed me if he could a had chance
"He certainly would never have attempt
ed such thing"
"You can't always tell So | ran into the
house and got my gun, and when nc foi-
lowed me / took aim and let him have both
barrels, Busted the legs clean of Of him,
and he rolled Over insersible."
"Y0u infamous villain How. can YOU
come and tell Inc such horrible story as
that believe you killed him. Where is
he want to see Mr.. Butterwick at once
"Now be calm, madam, and let me finish.
knew well enough you thought good deal
of him, and felt kinder sorry did it. But,
howsomedeyer, it was done, and SO as he
was inscnsible picked him up ana brought
him i'm the house. and as he seemed sorter
pretty far gone my wife says, says she,
william, why don't you load up again and
put a couple more loads in lin, SOS to settle
him?'"
"The wretch"
"That's what she says. But thought I'd
hold on for awhile, SOS to give him chance.
And after awhile he came to, but he was SO
wretched about the legs that thought may
be it'd be kindness 10 put him out OF his
misery, so / got a club and hit him on the
head tin killed him.
"kilIed him Merciful heaven! is he
dead?" 3. ~
.sDead as Julius Cesar, ma'm-rolled over
and died like lamb. And l thought IA
come up and tell you about it, for know
it'd annoy you like thunder, and WANTED
to let you know l did it in self-defence.
Now. don't take Oh so. Don't cry IKE tLat.
It makes me feel awful"
"Tlis is toe horrible! How dare you
come to me after perpetfating such an lnfa-
nous crime? I'll have you hung Tor muir
der. Ny poor, poor husbond!
"Couldn't help it, na'aln L was driven
into it," :: ..
"Did he say anything before he died?"
"Say anything! ] don't quite under
"Did he leave any message for me before
he eXpired?"
"N-n-uo, ma'm-just kinder howled, and
topped his tail couple Oh timeS' tia' ,
ALL"
..Flopped his tail My husbandr You re
certainly insane. Perhaps you intend to
kill me? Help! helpl"
"Now be calmer. Your husband? Why,
madame, | don't know what you mean" ".
Didn't you say you killed Mr. Butter
wick. you wretch?'
"Certainly not Well. that's the FUNNIEST
thing ever-Mr. Butterwick-Mr. Butter
wick! Killed Butterwick That beats Ne
buchadnczZar Why, madame, was re-
ferring to that yellow dog. l killed your
| dog"
Then Mrs. Butterwick suddenly dried
her eyes, looked daggcrs at him for q
minute, and bounced out Of the room.
The murderer twirled his hat on his
finger for minute, and then, slowly rising
and moving to the front door, he MUIR
INJURED:
"Killed old Butterwick! Well, that's
good! But blame me il don't half believe
she's kinder sorry it wasn't him instead of
the dog"