The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1886-07-17

l Coulu 90 10 get hNHNS anu WHAT i
want, Mr.. Judge, your honor, Is to have
the dangerous brute killed, according
to law
Schwab had talked so fast he was out
of breath, while his stubby red hair
stood out straightcr and tercer than
ever.
Are you Patsy Murphy?' asked the
judge, turning to the blind man.
No, vour honor; Patsy's my boy.
The dog belongs to him. 1t is kindly
dispositioned little thing, your honor,
and she's just like a child in the house.
Every one likes her, your honor, except
this man. She never harmed baby,
let alone grown man
Don't you believe him, your honor,
Mr.. Judge broke in Schwab. 1t
amt
Keep quiet, will you?' said the judge,
sternly. You've told your story oncc.
Where is Patsy?'
Here l am, Judge said Patsy, brave
ly choking down sob.
He was so small, standing close under
the front of the desk, that the judge
hadn't noticed him.
oh, there you are! And what have
you to say to this mans story about
your mad dog?'
'ran't true judge. It's that letter
carrier that's mad. My dog amt. You
can't make my dog mad-she amt that
kind choking down another sob as he
spoke.
But this man says your dog flew at
him and bit him Yesterday
It's mean, wicked lie, Judge. I'll
tell you low twas. This Dutchman-'
Your honor, Mr.. Judge, / won't be
called names by that brat, even in court =
snapped Schwab, angrily.
Pc more careful, Patsy said the
judge. say this gentleman.
But he amt no gentleman, judge.
Ny dog and me was playing-ine and
my dog and Chuck OBrien-in our
yard, when he come in,' pointing to
ochwab. There was plenty of room
for him, but he was bound to go right
where we was or no where. Git outer
here, you dirty bundle of rags says he
and with that he up and lets fly kick
| got outer the way, but the dog caught
his boot. She thought he was going fol
me again, she did judge, and then she
snapped at him onct-just onct, judge
and he got out like streak, cussine
and swearing he have us all took up
You can't do nothing to a dog for Just
swapping onct when a rcd-headed
Dutchmun h'ists her with his boot, can
you, judge? And if I'd been a man Pt
a licked him, judge
'Stop, stop, Patsy said the Judge, but
not as though he was angry while
Schwab looked as though he was ready
to burst, and il was all the policeman
could do to keep him quiet.
please, your honor don't mind
Patsy said the blind man, with a sligh
tremble in hi, tones. He loves the dce
and so he forgets where he is. | vii
be responsible for the dog, your honor
and keep her shut up or muzzled all th,
time. If she ever bites human bein!
I'll have her shot myself
What have you done with the dog?
asked the judge.
I've got her here, judge exclaime,
Patsy.
'Here?'
With that Patsy pulled the little do:
out from his jacket, where he had beer
tucked away all this while, at the sam,
time taking off a leather muzzlc from
the tiny black nose. The muzzle wa
new; and for it the boy had THAI yer,
morning spent the pennies he had beel
saving for six months. lie was sur
the muzzle would convince the Judge,
nothing else would, that his dog woult
not be allowed to harm any one, even i
,, she wanted to, and so he had gladl
made the sacrifice of his entire fortune
After removing the muzzle Pats
hoisted the dog up on the judges desl,
, Schwab turned redder in the face tha
eyer. He had not known that the do
was in the court room.
I The dog herself was a shaggy, friend
ly little thing, no larger than a good
= sized house cat. Up there on tn
/ judges desk. all alone, waiting for he
., sentence, she looked smaller. Did sh
5 know that her life was in the hands Q
5 the bald-headed man sitting there? III
n afraid she didn't have an idea of il. ]
$ was only another man 10 make friend
4 with-not terrible Judge to fear An
e she wagged her tail, and looked straigh
T. at him with her big brown eyes, saying
as plainly as ever little dog could sa
:, IL:
n yes, do like you; won't you pleas
e like me TOP"
d 80 this is the savage brute, the mar
e cater that flew at you like mad, an
y from which you barely escaped wit
It your life, is it?' asked the Judge, turr
n ing to Schwab. You must be bray
IS man. She don't look to me like a yer
dangerous animal
The little dog wagsel her tail hard,