Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1880-06-12

tent IN this good radiance Of such bad
rubbish as Tiddlekins. Hieronymus re-
posed himself on the feather bed, and
dropped of into sweet slumber. From
this he was aroused by the voice of q
small boy.
Hello, Hi! l say, Hi Pop! whar is
yer?"
Here isr' cried Hi. starting up.
"What you want?'
Little Jim Rogers stood in the door
way.
Towers dog" he said, in great
excitement, land daddy's bull pup is
gwine ter have fight dis evenin'.
Come on quick, if yer wants ter see de
fun"
Up jumped Hi, and the two boys
were off like flash. Not one thought
TO 7It,diekins IN the iceH bucket.
In due time the Pop family got home,
and Mother Pop, tanning herself. was
INDUCING in the moral reflections suit
able to the occasion, when she checked
herself suddenly. exclaiming, but.
land O. jerusalem whar's 'Onymus an
de baby?"
Il witnessed Hieronymus," said the
elegant Savannah, las l wandered
from school. He was with multitude
of boys, who cheered. without sign of
desperation, two canine beasts that
tore each other in deadly feud."
Eyer don't mean ter say, Sissy, dat
'Onymus Pop is gone ter a dog-fght?"
"Such are my meaning, said Sissy,
with dignity.
Den ,rbnr,s az. hahyo'r
For answer, a long low wall smote
upon their ears, as Savannah would
have said.
Fan mer' cried Mother Pop. Oats
Tiddlekins' voice."
Never min about fannin' nanny"
cried Weekly, Savannah's twin. a youth
of fifteen. who could read, and was
much addicted to CORY tales of thunder
and blood; "let's fin de baby. P'r'aps
he's been murdered by dat ruffian Hi,
an OATS his ghos' dat we hears
a-callin'."
A search was instituted under the
bed. in the bed, in the wash-tub and
the soup kettle; behind the wood-pile,
and in the pea vines; up the chimney,
and in the ash-hopper; but all in vain.
No Tiddlekins appeared, though still
they heard him cry.
"Shade of Ole Hickory cried the
father Pop, "whar, whar is dat chile?"
Then, with sudden lighting of the
eye. "Unchain de dog" said he; "he'll
smell him out"
There was a superannuated blood
hound pertaining to the Pop menage
that they kept tied up all day under a
delusiOn that he was fierce. They I'M
chained this wild animal, and with
many kicks endeavored to goad his nos
trils to their duty.
1t happened that piece of fresh
pork hung in the well, and Lord Percy
so was the dog called-was hungry
So he hurried with vivacity toward the
fresh pork.
"De wellr' shrieked Mother Pop,
tumbling down all in a heap, and look
ing somehow like Turner'S "Slave-
Ship" as one stumpy leg protruded
from the wreck of red flannel and
rufiled petticoats.
what shall we do?" said Sissy, with
a helpless squeak.
why, git him out" said Mr.. Pop,
who was the practical one Of the family.
He began to draw up the well bucket,
aided by Weekly, who whispered, dark
", "Dar'll be anudder hangin' in town
befo' long, and Hi 'front.' miss dat
hangin'. p"
Soon appeared a little woolly head,
then half black body, the rest of him
being securely wedged in the well
bucket He looked like 8 jack-in-the-
box. But he was cool, Tiddlekins was,
no doubt of that.
Mother Pop revived at sight of her
offspring, still living, and feebly sucking
his thumb.
"Ef we had whisky bath ter put
him inr' she cried.
Into the house few Father Pop.