The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-12-14
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ana now comes tho saddeSe part OF my
story. could not help showing the great
love had for Fab, on all occasions, in
private and public. 1t began to be noised
around that thought more of the dog than
l did of life (or Puck either for that matter).
So the dog bandits of New Y ork determined
to capture him and demand ransom. One
night when he was out for his evening
stroll, frisking around and making every
man who ran to catch a car ten years older
at every jump, 1 took my eyes of him for
a moment and he was gonel was dis
tractedl / secured the neighborhood.
(Sapolio would come in here great, but it's
too much like an ADJ I penetrated every
nook and corner of the city. / went to
Philadelphia, knowing that town to be so
still day and night, that if he barked in any
portion OF it could recognize him. tele-
graphed all over the country and got no
satisfaction. At one time I seriously
thought Of sending q message to Stanley
asking if he had seen q stray bulldog on
the Congo, and directing him to offer re-
ward of fifteen dollars to Tippoo lib for his
recovery.
While in that desperate mood it suddenly
occurred to me that had not yet visited
the "pound." Jumping into a hanson, /
dred and Fourth street. The pound is q
long, low building extending some distance
out into the East river. 1t is surrounded
by row-boats, tug-boats and barks-prin-
cipally banks. There is large tank under
it on which is painted in black-and-tan let
ters on asky-terrier background: "No dogs
declined with tanks" The pound-keeper is
a man who looks as if he might take lot
of terriers from the pen and free Ireland at
the drop of the hat. About three hundred
mongrel dogs are imprisoned in large cell
waiting until the law decides whether they
shall be executed by electricity or feas.
The pampered scions Of nobler races each
had an individual cell. introduced myself
to the death-watch, who presented me to
the warden. Iasked him if the officers had
broughtin bulldog who looked like across
between prize-fghter and a comic opera.
he replied that there was dog of that de-
scription in the fifth cell. rushed toward
the dungeon and beheld Fab, who, upon be-
holding me, set up a howl which his three
hundred fellow prisoners joined in, and for
about five minutes the scene resembled an
after-dinner speech at a banquet more than
any thing 1 have yet encountered.
plunged my hand into my pocket to re-
deem him, when to my horror discovered
that had brought no money with me. The
dogs were to be browne in twenty minutes.
What was to do! l explained the circum-
stances tn the warden, who smiled an East
river smile, and said: II don't know you,
and can't allow you to have the dog unless
you give me three dollars" told him that
was Louis Harrison, the comedian, and
asked ifshe had ever heard Of me. He said
he had frequently, but he would require
positive proof that was the man. Hero
was chance to have my ability as mimic
recognized IN a field never worked by liv-
ing actor. If the dogs would only allow my
voice to be heard-that was my only fear.
They kept up steady stream Of Wagnerian
choruses without intermission. I said:
warden, if 1 give you some limitations of
celebrated actors will you believe I'm Har-
risonp He said he certainly would, at
which the dogs set up another howl Of
agony. Well, I struck a tragic attitude,
and began to initiate Henry Irving as Ham
let. AS proceeded the bowls grew fainter
and fainter, and when I had finished the
pound was as still as death. The warden,
with tears in his eyes, admitted that was
the man, but could not account for the
strange silence in the pound. he looked
into the pen and was surprised to find every
dog stone dead except Fab. He alone had
been able to stand it. He had been there
before.
He released Fab, and as we reached the
door said: ''Mr. Harrison, the Society for
the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals thinks
drowning very cruel way of killing dogs.
If you will allow me will suggest that they
give you $4,000 year to come here four
times week and give limitations of Irving"
1 thanked him and said it would be impos-
sible as my business compelled me to leave
the city.-Louis Harrison, in N. Y. World.