Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1884-04-28


ugly dog. He was covered with shaggy,
yellowish-brown hair, half of one of
his ears had been torn off, very likely
in "A street-iight, and he had the most
comical S-shaped tail that ever curled
over dogs back. Picnic glanced at
him kindly as she went by, for she was
very fond of animals, but did not give
him another thought, until when, on
her way to lunch, she spicd him still
sitting in the same place. Then, think
ing he might be hungry, she won his
dog-heart by bringing him on her way
back, something to eat. School out,
he was there yet And there he re-
mained for four days, receiving CRATE
fully each noon what the child could
spare from her own not too plentiful
meal. And Saturday coming, her
morning work over, she could not rest
until she had run to the foot of the
steps and look up to see if he was still
there. Yes, there he was, waving his
flag at sight of her.
Il wonder who he belongs to,-I
wonder why he don't 90 away" she
said to herself, as she had said many
times before. II wish 1 could find
out. And seeing policeman whom
she had long known by sight stopping
to pat the dog as he came down the
steps, she took courage and asked him
when he had reached her side, ''Do you
know that little dog?"
81 made his acquaintance few days
ago" answered the policeman.
"Will you please, if you've got time,
tell me why he stays herep"
''His masters inside" said the po-
liceman, who was jolly, good-natured
fellow, and looked as though he would
rather be beaten himself than beat any
body else with the heavy club he car
ried.
His masterP" repeated Picnic.
"Yes, his master, Rolly Brick, boy
Il little bigger than you. He stole
banana off IA fruit-woman's stand. and
they chased him, the poor young scamp,
rs if he'd stole diamond. And that
dog up there ran with him. both of
'em going as hard as they could pelt.
And when he was caught, that dog
tried to fight for him. But it wasn't
any use, the fruit-wOman was deter
mined to send him up, said twasn't
the first thing, by a jugful he'd stole
from her. And so they took him in,
and that dogs set there ever since.
'Spect they'll kick him into the street
soon's Rolly's sent away"
ooh! will he be sent away?n said
Picnic, "When?"
''ln an hour or two, | reckon"
"But suppose the bananna-woma
don't come to make a complaint
against him?'
Don't half think she will" said the
policeman. "She's over her mad by
this time. But he'll 90 all the same,
cause he's vagrant.
"A vagrant?'
"Yes, Il vagrant amt got any friends
or any home"
Back went Picnic to the little, old,
tumble-down wooden house to have a
long, earnest talk with her mother, and
to make herself rs neat as possible, and
before an hour had passed she made
one of a throng that filled the court
room where a number of law-breakers
were to be sentenced that morning
But she was not a moment too soon.
The case had been called earlier than
the policeman thought it would be,
and in the prisoners dock stood a boy
with bright, dirty face, and in clothes
SO tattered and torn that he looked
like an animated rag-bag.
"No friends" the Judge was just
| saying, rs Picnic, with great lump
in her throat and her heart beating rs
though it would fly out of her breast,
walked bravely up the courtroom
| and stood before him
please, Mr.. Judge, he has friends,
two friends" she said.
The Judge looked over his specta-