News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1888-12-20


serted. The yellow dog Tom had lie
with his sweetheart, much against IL
formers will.
just at the side entrance to st. Luke
hospital, which stands on the northwe
corner of Fifty-fourth street and Fift
avenue, stood man, behind one of I'll
trees which run along the curb. 1t wa
the evil-faced beggir.
He waited until Tom had passed O
the other side, then he ron softly aero;
the street, from north to south, benin
Tom. He followed him across Fifth a,
enue. Tom never turned. He VIZ
singing:
''What are we waiting for you and 1,
A pleading look-a stifed cry
Good-by, forever,
Good-by
Coed"
His foot was on the first step of til
brownstone ones leading up to his doc
-thore was wall in the last ssgood-by
that was prophetic, for crash thud
crash and Tom Shaylock fell to tb
ground with something that sounded
more like sigh than moan, lifeless.
Not content with what he had done
the assassin beat the poor, upturnec
face to q sbapeless mass, and with eacE
horrid blow fell an awful curse from hi.
small, cruel mouth.
When his hate for his victim was
somewhat appeased, he SUNK toward
the cast side of the town, and disap-
pearel in the darkness. No human eye
had watched the murder For over
thirty minutes after the deed was done,
not soul passed that way. The houses
along the street and avenue were sealed,
the owners being away at Newport, Len
OK, Saratoga, OF Bar Harbor.
Suddenly, g long body might have
: been seen to turn the corner from Sixth
avenue into Fifty-fourth street, and come
| flying along the latter thoroughfare,
with great bounds. 1t wss the dead
mans hound.
} 1t was found, afterward, that he had
never ceased to complain, after his mas
ter had left the house of his sweetheart,
at his masters apparent neglect; and.
Just one hour from tlat time, he had
leaped through the doorw Y, as the dead
mans sweetheart's father entered the
house.
He never stopped running until his
fore-paws rested upon his dead masters
breast; and then such a wall went through
the morning as might startle a man
from sounder sleep than the one oil
Mike, the private watchmsn of the
block, was enjoying in basement near
by.
! When the body was carried into the
house the grief of the old folks was pitt
full, indeed, to listen to. The grief of
/ The yellow dog was dumb after that one
great wall. He never left his dead mas
ter's side until the former was carried
out in handsome rose wood box to the
hearse. He would have followed the
hearse, but they locked him up in the
tr mt basement.
The police and the reporters were at
their wits end. There was not the
slightest clue to the murderer. There
might have been if Shaylock's sweet.
heart hadn't been prostrafed by the
death of her lover-so much SO. indeed
that her father took her away from ~.
city to recover.
One Sunday afternoon, about two
weeks after that dreadful night, the same
evil-faced man walked through Fifty
fourth street, from Sixth avenue, and
halted on the southwest corner of Fifth
avenue, with his eyes fixed upon the en-
trance to Mr.. Shaylock's house. He
stood there ive-ten-ffteen- twenty
five minutes, now and then looking up
and down Fifth avenue, but his eyes al
ways came back to the scene of his
crime. Three or four times his body
swayed toward the s)Ot, but his feet
seemed glued to the sidewalk. Finally,
by great effort, he left the corner, and
walked slowly toward the place he had
good reason to never forget.
About that time old Mr.. Shaylock no.
ticed that the yellow dog, who had been
at the bay window every day since the
murder, was becoming strangely excited.
He growled; every yellow hair upon his
back became as animated as if he had
been the sole occupant of haunted
house, and he actually made old gentle
man Shaylock lay aside his Bible and
| open the front door.
| He went from the Threshold to the
sidewalk like ball from q Winchester.
He then looked up and down the block,
shifted at the flags beneath him, and
suddenly loped away toward Madison
avenue, crossed it-crossed the bridge,
and when he saw the man who had killed
his master, he slowed down into q trot,
/ came behind him, and then to his side,
| Just as he reached Third avenue and a
/ tough looking crowd on the corner. He
wagged his tail, with q conciliatory ex-
preston upon his face, as he looked up
into that of the tough's.
Not being a man of imagination, the
tough didn't pale or tremble for so much
as a second; he only snapped his fingers,
and said:
''You ought to bring a fiver."
But the yellow dog wouldn't be touch
ed. He ran round and round his masters
slayer, barked joyously, and wagged his
tail furiously, but he would not consent
to have that long, lean hand touch him.
In that way they walked to Second
avenue, down to Twenty eighth street,
through Twenty-eighth street to First
avenue, and up to low frame house
near the river.
The man entered, whistled to the dog,
and when the dog followed him in, he
! quickly shut the door, with:
''Now, I've got you If l can't get
five or ten for You bright and early Mon
day morning, I'm liar"
! The animal seemed to think it a huge
| joke and barked uproariously. The man
sat down to small, greasy table, Gov
cred with oil-cloth, worn and frayed,
and drew the remnants of a piece of
corned beef and loaf of bread toward
him. He then began to eat, making
strange and horrible noises while doing
/ SO.
He suddenly paused, in the act of put
/ ting o crust of bread into his mouth,
arose from the table, picked up a bat
4 tered can and went out
When the door closed between him
and the yellow dog, all the gayety of the
latter went, like the smile of a practiced
actor when it is the thing to frown.
When the man re-entered his room he
began where he had left off, and washed
/ each mouthful down with great gulps OF
/ beer from the enormous can.
! The hound in the meanwhile had been
4 smelling around, and had found a club,
| on the end of which was some dried
blood and matted hair. His growls were
| frightful to listen to, as he licked and
chewed on the end of the stick, with his
blood-red eyes fixed on the assassin's s
I flushed face as he drank and ate.
When the man had eaten all he want
ed. and drunk the last drop in the can,
he tossed the yellow dog chunk of
meat, and the latter walked to the other
side of the room without touching IT..
| And then the man began to show signs
of uneasiness.
Course you," he hiccoughed, ''why do
Won act like thatl think you're q
witch anyway You know too much;
7 don't like your looks, anyhow Get
ont of here. / don't want you neither.
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