The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1886-01-19
MISPLACED CONFIDENCE.
The Act of the Good Samaritan
Turns Out to be q Bad Act.
What ii Cost to be Kind to q
Wandering Cur.
MISPLACED BENEvoLENCE.


A man takes to stealing by degrees,
and the Sunday school books inform
US that bad men begin their education
when they are very young. The same
books also inform US that the boy who
commences stealing pennies, will, if
he has good luck and all things being
| equal, graduate on dollars and bank
stock.
: And that is the difference between
a man and dog.
A man will commence stealing by
taking trifies, and keep on till he has
harde.ed his heart to such an extent
that he could take the last cent an
editor has got.
But it is different with a dog.
When dog does make up his mind
to steal, his whole moral nature
gives way at one fell swoop, and he
begins at the butt end of things, TAX
ing the biggest thing his craving jaws
can carry. After he has once done
this, he has crossed the Rubicon, and
will remain a thief until he dies.
Moral suasion is useless, the ten COM
mandments have no effect, and his
conscience don; worry him half as
much as his Aeas.
An incident has happened this
week which has caused us to seriously
reflect upon the extraordinary growth
of cussedness. since he war, in man
and beast. A few days ago a poor
but honest family assembled in coun-
Gil to deliberate upon the same
weighty question which history in
forms US agitated the minds of three
black crows. e., what shall we do
for something TO eat ?"
There was cabbage in the cellar
good cabbsge-fne large cabbage.
There was bacon in the store
sugar cured bacon-aice bacon.
And what more could the heart
desire or the stomach crave?
The bacon vas bought and brought
nome. 1t was carefully covered in
canvass, painted yellow and engraved
With the appropriate motto:
"Wittaker's Celebrated Sugar-Cur-
I'd Breakfast Bacon"
And as it lay on the kitchen table,
it seemed a thing of beauty and Joy
forever. 4 large head of cabbage
stood sentinel beside it, and all things
went as merry as dinner bell.
BY a strange fatality that very
morning lost dog came to the house.
We knew he was q lost dog by the
yearning hook in his eyes-large,
liquid and mouruful, they seemed to
plead for protection and home But
he was an awful homely dog, half the
hair bad been scalded of from him,
uutil the bare spots of his hide looked
like map of the Bahama islands
stretched over his hips. He had
been originally black and white, but
time, dirt, bad luck and brickbats had
:ransmogrifed that dog into a living
kaleidoscope of colors and bruises and
wounds.
Well, that dog came to our house.
When the writer was quite young
be possessed very interesting reader,
containing, to me at that time, more
original, thrilling and highly inter-
esting stories" than Bonner has ever
published in the New York Ledger |
since. Among those stories was one
in particular that impressed itself in
delibly in our memory.
1t was As follows: A good old gen.
tleman was one day called upon by .
strange dog that was lame. The good
old gentleman invited the dog in and
after extending the Inequalities Of
the house, he played the Good Sa-
marian. He examined the dogs
foot. and lol he found a thorn in it.
he extracted the thorn, and keeping
him until he was we'll the dog de-
parted. Some time after that the