New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1881-02-20
TIP. POLL AND KITTY.
From, Forest and Stream.

From F0rest and Stream.
He wasn't setter, nor O cocker, spaniel, nor
Layerick pup, but homely, stubbed-tail. cropped
cared. yellow cur, named Tlp but Tor Emo xlnRness
and loViDgness Tip might take the cup we nad
a cat also, and the two not only tolerated each
oSsieT One pas Of Bones did for and
lay amlcably side by side on the mat. TIP liked to
take his walks abroad, ana puss stayed at nome out
when she heard bis bark Of the door ran to welcome
him One day his bark didn't bring anyone to let
him in, and the cat used her feline WIS 70 some ac
the floor. and she struck 1t with her paw. The
sound brought me INTO the entry and saw pussy
barking barking his head off. On opening the door Tip
rushed in and they were tearing around the dining
room in high frOic. Don't tell eme cats can't put
/ wonder why music affects dogs in such mourn
full manner. If Tip had any sorrow the sound OF
the piano always seemed to bring 1t TO the surface
We were singing Moody and Sankey the other even
ing and Mr.. Blowhard, our handsome tenor. was
doing his prettest. Tip sneaked In and sided up TO
Mr. BlOwhard who. with his handsome nose toward
tho ceiling. was in the midst OF There's land
that is fairer than day." when the dog gave pro-
longed howl that was enough to make the nelghD9rs
shut their doors ana SDs a S
A gentle reminder from the tip of Mr.. Blowhard's
boot. He broke up the concert. have heard 9TH
ers speak of the Same effect of music on dogs.
II Flossie the cat, loved Tip, she hated Poll Par
rot and we could never keep peace bstween them
Polls weapon was her strong be%k. and II sne
pVs sse sn' Phi pscSsd on
the back of chair, silent and motonless, asleep
you would say. but !. knowing her innate usliness.
Would be taking her aftef-dinner nap BY the fire.
when Poll would climb down the back OF the cnair.
waddle across the carpet. and grab the end OF KIT
lie lounge, while Poll would give vent to, an
amused chuckle, and waddle back to the CHAR,
muttering Naughty Polll very naughty Pol"
watUhynS her from the corner Of her eye. would
steal down again climb the lounge and get . firm
grip of the cats ear This would Dc too mncn POI ri
would chuckle harder than ever. But Kitty would
have her sweet revenge, for Poll was always on
hand at dlnner-tme. percned on the oack OF enalr
wish-bone. She would hold the bone with one
claw, and look very much as il she was playing on
on the seat of the chair and give atts pat with her
paw on Polls breast Polls ire would be raised in
an instant; her eyes would Hash. and dropping the
but kitty would Jump down. grasp the bone and
silently steal away.
You could not make Tip understand he wasn't one
of the family sharer OF Joys and sorrows, and per-
fecty proper to be with US on every occasion. Sun;
DAYS were trying times for him. If he was not locked
up IN the house ne would be sure 70 60 with us TO
church. and his mOurnful face at the parl0r window.
and dismal whine, would quite haunt us. The Doc
tor remembered one Sunday morning that the back
pantry window was open, put put n0png LIP wSuGns
on the alert, aud out OF the pantry window anu
off for church before service was well begun. A
late conner let HIM into the cnurcn, Al" LIP wakeo
up the broad aisle, smelling at every pew-door as
Le went along Talk about perseverance, that
dog went slowly up the middle aisle and never
missed q seats crossed at the top and came
down the side where we sat near the door.
Of course we were in q cold perspiration, aud the
Doctor was trying to look obliyous to every earthly
consideration and engaged with old DIR. Pentateuchs
seyepteenthly But Tip arrived at our door and
then his stub OF tail commenced to wag, and We
lei him in in hurry to stop any further demonstra-
tions and his stub would come against the side ola
nav II la the beat of drum: the Doctor hNd TO bold
It through the rest Of the sermon, while all the
young girls around giQeed instead OF keeping their
ewes on old DR.. Pentatench. and the Doctor vowed
Tin should be locked in the cellar every Sunday ana