Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-01-23
1hE SHE woLE MAGGIE.
A Fatr Creature Who Belirs the Chal
acter of Her Race.


FOR oRsAIE-BeautIful tame she vol, 2 months
old Apply at Cafe Rudolph, Choate House. S7s
State street
Such was one Of the host Of advertise
ments which appeared recently in The
Tribune's personal" columns Just to
learn how the she wolf market stood
now, whether it was buoyant or de-
pressed, or merely dull, whether any
one was "bulling" it or bearing it,
reporter was detailed to look up the
thing. He started out to find the Cafe
Rudolph.
The Cafe Rudolph is myth. There is
no such place in Chicago, and the Choate
house is not at the number indicated.
There is a Choate house, though, an
evidently thriving hostelry, few doors
north of the number given, and there
the inquirer went. He found in the
hotel office lady who seemed to be in
degree of authority, and who said she
was merely keeping guard while the day
clerk dined. She said also that there
was no cafe attached to the hotel, and
that she knew of no Cafe Rudolph in the
neighborhood. Perhaps the clerk could
tell. In time the clerk came down. He,
too, was puzzled. Finally light dawned
upon him. SIT must be the Capt. Ru-
dolph who is here" said he; "that's what
it means" Capt. Rudolph was out.
The lady at the desk said no she wolves
had been or would be kept at the hotel.
The clerk suggested leaving a note for
the captain, which suggestion was acted
upon, and so the first effort get figures
on the wolf market ended.
Eventually Capt. Rudolph was found.
He proved to be a clean cut, bronze faced
man, half cowboy, half Chicagoan in ap-
pearance, who lives at Evanston, and
eats at the Choate house when in town.
On his muscular neck was bright red
scar. He was asked how wolves were
going now, and how she wolves were
quoted in particular. He laughed: "You
want to learn about Maggiet" he said,
and then he became sober of counte-
nance. II don't like to part with her"
he added.
The story of Maggie was, Of course,
asked promptly, and the outcome of all
the talk which followed was something
curious about wolves in general, and one
wolf especially. Capt. Rudolph is in
terested in ranch on the Beaver river,
in Boone county, Nebraska. He has
lived and worked on the ranch, and is
going back there because his interests
demand it and because the "women
folks" out there think he should be look
ing after his own. That is why he wants
to sell Maggie, the she wolf. He cannot
carry her about the country with him.
He has tried that once, and has found it
is not only expensive but, occasionally,
most embarrassing.
"Who and what is Maggie? Tell her
story" was the request made.
"Well, Maggie is river wolf, but she
is not like other wolves. I have tried to
tame them often, but couldn't. Maggie
is different. She became tame at once
She knows things. She is like a gentle
dog"
"How did you get her?'
"She was one of six cubs. There is a
little story to it. The wolves got bad in
Beaver county and we turned out to
hunt them. I found lot of cubs in a
cave. I was coming out with them when
the old mother met me. You should
have seen her. She got at my throat be-
fore could stop her. She got her teeth
IN too SEQ this scarp,
The scar already alluded to was distinct
enough, red and jagged and slightly pre-
tuberant from the healing.
"Well," continued the captain, 81 man.
aged to finish her with a revolver, and I
took the cubs to a ranch and tried to
raise them. They did not thrive. Only
one of them-that's Maggie-lived. But
she was worth all the trouble. She does
not act like wolf. She played with the
children and never got ugly. She even
played with tame badger we had. You
can pat her head and treat her as you
would setter dog. When I came to
Chicago I brought her with me. 1t made
me laugh to see people on the railroad
trains so afraid of her. She wouldn't
hurt a kitten. I've grown fond of her.
don't want to let her go, but cannot
carry her about with me. I only want te
see that she gets into good hands. That
is why l advertised"
Maggie was visited. Maggie occupies
kennel like dog back of the house il
Evanston. She is fair to look upon-s
wolf, but not like other wolves. She is
sleek and trina, trifle smaller than thu
big gray wolf and somewhat darker. Sht
acted as a good dog might have done. Sh'
was glad to see her callers. Her heat
could be patted, and she had a confdint
way. She was as affable to the strange.
as to her own. "That's where wolf il
different from dog" said Capt. Rudolph
"a wolf does not care for one person il
particular. A good wolf is equally goot
to everybody. And Maggie is the onl,
good wolf"
Such is the story of Maggie, the sh
wolf who was advertised.-Chicago Tri
bune.
An Obliging Convict.
A special from Frankfort, KY, says