St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-12-27
copyrighted, 1851


New York Mail and Express: ''That's
good-looking dog O. yourn, mister, he ven
tured as he lonnged up to the stove in the
railway station and took chair.
YES" was the reply, she's an Irish set
ter"
''Setter, hey2"
Eyes. Are you fond of dogsp" asked het
owner.
''Wall, I KANT 'zactly say Pm fond of 'em.
but We see b'long to a stock company what
owns one"
Belong to stock company that owns
dog?"
eyes, thet's it, Sounds queer don't it?
But it happened this way. Thar was
crowd of us as used to hang out at the Mug
Saturday nights, and thar was one Teller who
used to run things pretty generally. He he'd
only one eye. l don't member his right
name but he said it war 'Cyclops,' and thet's
what we all called him. Wall, one of them
nights he war standing up by ther bar lowing
tibet nobody darst come in ther door, for if
he did he would get shot, and we knew
Cyclops never told lie when thar was any
shooting to be did. just bout then ther
door opened and we was all lookin' to see
some fuu. but we didn't see none, fur it war
little S-year-old kid, and he war holdin' in
his arms thar most Ornery-IoOkin' purp ye
ever laid eyes on. He war gOin' to run, but
CyclOps grabs him, and says he:
"'Whard We git ther pup, kid?'
I raised him, mister says the young
'un.
Then we all laughed.
"'What We goin' to do wild him?"
I was goin' to see if couldn't sell him.
Coin to sell him, was We, and who do
We think would buy SIGH an ornery-Iooking
beast as theft"
"'I dunno. Course he amt purity to look
at, but he's an awful good dog, and wouldn't
sell him if didn't hev to- and then the
young I'm brushed his dirty little paw 'cross
his eyes and was goin' out.
"'Hold on, kid says Cyclops, what's
he good fur2'
"'He amt good fur much, 'ceptin' to eat;
but he's awful gentle, mister
THE idee tibet tibet poor haIf-starved purp
| could be savage made us all larf agin.
"'HOw much do we want fur him, kid?'
asked another one of the boys.
g 'Wall, thought he might bring about
half dollar, but no one wont buy him cause
he amt purity. Say, l wish somebody would
take him.
'''What fur do you want to sell him?'
asked Cyclops.
81 got to sell him cause he's all got to
sell. and mothers took down sick and can't
do nothing, and we amt got no food in the
house, but hate to sell him cause raised
him, and he's been awful good ter me- and
| then, stranger, the young 'un puts his little
arms round that measly dogs neck and
kisses him and sobs like his heart would
break. Some of the boys war going to laugh,
| but Cyclops he says 'Shet up and then he
turns to the kid and l swow, stranger,
b'lieve he war crying; he says, I'll take
| him.. and he hauls out half-dollar and
| gives it to him, but ther boy didn't seem TO
| know it, fur he war kissin' tibet homely
brute and crying so, and then Cyclops, he
| says: L dunno. boy. as l would like to
keep SIGH a valuable animal round my
Shanty, you see he might git stole: so I'll
| tell yer what, and then he looks round to
Their crowd and holds up half-dollar so as
they could all see it, and then he puts it on
the bar. 1 could swear seed tears in more'n
me eye, and | low did kinder feel moist
| myself; but as l war sayin', he puts the
half-dolar on ther bar and he takes out his
shooter and begins to call each mans name,
and as they were called they all stepped up
and laid down a half-dollar beside his'n.
When the last man had planked down, he
| puts up his shooter, sweeps the coin off the
bar and puts em in the kids pocket. Thar,
says he. all these gen'l'men, kid. wants to
buy tibet dog so much tibet we're forced to
go shares on him, and ter keep any one
from bein' jealous, we're goin' ter let yer
| keep him. Now get out fore l make a
bigger fool of myself That's how come
| to be part owner in dog, stranger. This
! is your train, hey? Well, hOwdy."