Morning journal and courier., 1888-12-14

kept aniet for day or two in dog hoepi- tai. But my omnibus was at the door for the London train. In the very turn and niche of time heard that Macdonald, of S5. Martins, was in the hotel and would take charge of Wisie for the time necessary. The poor, little, speeches., luckless, wistfully- gazing doggie was tenderly put in pretty basket (going to be taken wheres thinks the beating heart), looks at his master to read what he can in the sad face, can make ont nothing, is hurried out of the inexoraCLe door down stairs, finds himself more nearly dead next day and among strangers. (Iwo miles away from Meurice's along the bouls- yard it was.)
 He takes and keeps counsel with himself on that matter; drinks and eats what is glv~ on gratefully; swallows his medicine obed1- ently; stretches his limbs from time to time. There wss only wicket gate, he saw, between the boulevard and him. Sl- lentiy, in the early dawn of the fourth or fifth day, think, he leaped it, and along two miles of Parisian boulevard came back to Meurice's.
 I do not believe there was ever more wonderful piece of instinct certified. For Macdonald received him In aston1shment, and Wisie trusted Macdonald to bring him to his lost master again. The Schehallien chief brought him to Denmark Hill, where of course Wisie did not know whether something still worse might not befall him, or whether he would be allowed to stay. But he was allowed and became 8 bright part of my mothers days, as well as of mine, from 1s52 to 1858, or perhaps lon ger. But must go back now to 1S54-56.
 Dooley's Discomature. worraI it's spachless now an intirely, EMhat for country is this, I dunno2 - And thin knocks him down like pins in a row As sure as me name is Tim Dooly, tell yees, niver expected thim to nominate me, But the first thing knew a lot of the fellys Game round to congratulate me, don't ye see! s'Yees surprise me-" says I. sure I'm politi- Says they they "Misther Do0ey' we're aware of the But you're honest and sinsible" Say till meslf Is this d Misther Dooley or be yees gone crackeds Ne thanks for the honor in terms thought nate. Thin they carried me over to Doherty's palace
 treat''
 Thin started for home feeling proud as paycock But init some more frinds and had to go back; 9 # p gen a aay aaf m af s sack Me frinds took me home, lift me on the durestip, Misthress Dooley remarked, Sure the fool killer Bedad. ifSsa it's pit pity he didn't meet yees!" Five dollars day spint if shlin Twas rum be the gallon, cigars be the cord. Me frinds were that pinty that would be thinkin' There 1 was me own countrymen, Yankees in piInty, And F,rinchnain, and Dooch nen, and Naygers and
 
 There was Dagoes and Rooshans, Polandthers and
 Prooshans,
 And haythen Chinase wid ther' pigtails and shoes. t'rew up me job an brought home me trowel, An told Mi thress Dooley, be this and be that, ''Till the boss whin he calls that Alderman Dooley Has got bother business, and wears high hat. wore me blst clothe wid me tums in me arrum-
 pits,
 A tin dollar chain an tin cint cigar An gineral whin came home in the avenin' For style and convenience came home in @ car. But,'' says Afsthrsss Dooley, came the day before
 lection,
 Are ye runnin' agin any man, I dunno? Shure do be thinkin' the morrow will show ye Some felly beaide ye has frinds he kin show" Thinks till mesilf. Who's this runnin' agin me? Has he frinds too, wonder, fine clothes an high
 hat?
 May be he has dollars where have shillins', Is me name Tim or Dnnis? Just answer me that" The day of electien think I'll remember, But barrina me falins', 1t done me no harrum To git new lisson inside me cid pate. found me opponint had spint not a Shillin' Until the election, thin hs took off his coat, Surrounded the feleys who'd drank all me whisky, And bought livery wan at 8 dollar vote. When lection was over, Says "Misthriss DooleY I've lost me job too, and wish was didI' Says she, s'Arrah, Tim, don't ye go worry, Sure told the boss niver word that ye sid, Says I. "Misthriss Dooley, yer sinSe is anazini I'm rich in experience, lighter in purse, And if iver agin accipt nomination The divil may take me, and that's not much worse"
 W. E. PENkY.