The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1878-09-07
He Would not Stay.

VII 0H OA0 Oell1CA Ollctb HUI lOuIlQ jill
equivocal anchorage beside the debris
of the disjointed and crumbling arch of
the speedwell Avenue bridge he sat, in
a demure, half>somnolent equipoise, his
hands covering his face and his elbows
taking an airing as they rested upon the
tattered garments that would have
clothed his Drowned knees more fully
had it not done SO much service in that
direction already. His muskmelon-col>
ored eyes gushed lachrymosal brine with
great apparent unstoppitiveness, and his
earth begrimmed fingers were thrust de-
spondingly into the thin, wiry, carroty hair
that sparsely covered his Uranium. Ly-
ing affectionately at his feet. his frowsy
big head pillowed between his knotted
and clumsy paws, dozed the most ugly
and indescribable Of all indescribable ca
mines that the most vivid imagination
could picture. He might have been perc
to the Niblonian Zimmerman's dog.'
His rotundity would not have been no.
ticeable accession to proprietor of the
bologna business. but for neck, ears, legs,
and length of tail, they were superla.
lively "muchy!'
The master moaned audily, and the
dog sighed deeply as he nestled more
closely to the number fourteen boot, or
what remained of it. Clasping his hands
tightly over his red-fanneIed bosom, the
master thus delivered himself:-
"Omy faithful Bruno my faithful one,
we will not part No we won'tl Do
they think would shoot you like dawg,
old pard 2"
"What's the row ~ we meekly asked !;
Has any one mistaken your canine for
mad dog ~
Mad dawgl 0 no it's not the dawg,
but the man that's mad. Now, looka-
here I've been great traveller, / have !;
an this old pard's been an gone with
me where I've gone. Why, we lived all
over Morris County. We've been to
Hackettstown, too. An we've lived in
Madison, Peapaek, Flanders, Mendham,
Boonton, Dover, Jockey Hollow, an
Walnut Grove yes, an some other
places; an we found sharks every where,
too, we went. Well, we brought up at
Morristown, me an Bruno. We wanted
to see Washington's Headquarters an to
feel patriotilS. l thort we'd just got into
heaven when We got inter Morristown I
We had a smartsh small spell of weather
when the wind didn't blow, am | spent
long munelight nights aloolzin' for that
Ghost; an bytheway, thort I'd caught
him, kerchunk, one night But felt a
leetle skeered, an went an got another
fellar to go an see about it, an he found
twas only a lot of old white paper wound
round All old post; SO give up the job,
did
"Well, all went along purity well for a
spell. But long legged Teller came
around an said he'd have to sesess nv
dawg for three dollars Three dollars 4
mind you; an lie wouldn't sell for three
cents How's that for per cent? Well,
/ just made up my mind | wouldn't live
in this yere town no more. know tits a
kristocratic city, and its some homer to
live where Bret Harte, and Tommy Mast,
and Charley Thorne, and General Fits
John Porter, and even Washington him~
self has lived, but they shan'tcharge my
,lawg three dollars for the show Not, if
! know myself an this court thinks she
dose when there's lots o. humon purps
who don't pay red for tax, jest cause
they've been i'll the army. No, no they
don't come any o. their games on us do they
old Bruno The Morroosters can take
their old Ghost, and their Fort Nonsense,
and their Washington's Headquarters.
their kristocratic Summer boarders, an
all their relations, too, an we'll go on to
Lake Hopatcong. an fish for our grub,
an have neat waterproof tent in the
purity green woods. Come on, Bruno;
old pard |"
The long rope fastened behind his ears
uncoiled the long neck grew longer at
the masters spasmodic jerk the four
gparled spindled shanks sprung upward
like limberjack, and dog and man
dwindled to specks in the distance.
And the taxgather lost his tare. The
dog goned man would not stay and pay.