The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1891-03-15
A CANINE DEAD BEAT.


Conductors Are His Chums.
The car was racing along the Avenue at it's
customary dizzy speed, when the queer passen-
ger scampered out from his resting place on the
gutter-sde and ran after it for nearly block
without being observed by the conductor, until
indignant at this blindness, he managed to at
tract attention by series of sounds not unlike
angry barks. Then the conductor rang the bell
AS the car came to standstill the odd passen-
ger boarded it majestically, casting at the same
time look of mingled reproach and wounded
dignity upon the offending conductor How
ever, he had not remained long upon the rear
platform before his resentment oozed away, and
he grew excessively familiar and even affection
ate toward the car official AS it was plain to
be seen he was no better than a common
vagrant-a owly tramp-lt was a matter of sur
prise that the conductor should permit of his
extravagant demonstrations of love-and in
public, too But then he was only poor little
'vag'' of dog.
He seemed to enjoy his ride hugely, and
fairly dubbed over with exuberance and good
will toward men. Especially did this charac-
teristic of his good nature come out when fat
woman with an equally fat market basket, Ia
boriously boarded the car and seated herself
with mighty plunge beside an equally fat
man. The queer passenger followed her into
IDENTIFY fearing the remonstrances of his friend
the conductor, but, not being interfered with
he transferred his affection to the fat man, who
comfortably seated at an angle with his chubby
dlglts lntertwined over his stomach, and his col
lection of chin and sub-chins resting on his
breast, doZed peacefully
The small vagrant began his attentions by
rubbing against the fat mans legs, then by
coquettish iunges at his fat feet, but was unsuc-
cessful in his efforts. Determined however. to
make these attentions felt and to call forth the
just return of appreciation due them, the tramp
clambered up into the intervening space be-
tween the fat man and the fat woman, and,
placing his fore feet squarelyupon the fat mans
heaving chest, shifted inquisi.ively in
his face, to the amusement of the
other passengers and the discomfort of
The slowly-awaking dozer. Fully awake, the
TAT man gave start of alarm and hurled the
canine to the floor. This the dog mistook for
desire to romp with him, and forthwith he re-
turned to frisk and gambol about the stout
gentleman; now darting with sharp, short
parks at his feet and legs, now springing upon
the seat in attempts to caress his face These
manifestations were received with anything but
good grace, and the fat man contorted himself
IN various heavy movements to shake him off
The passengers smiled. The fat man grew red
Inc tramp persisted, until at last, thinking that
the only means left to rid himself of his tor
mentor, the fat man arose. administered a
hearty parting kick to the dog, and lurched out
OF the door.
The little dog gazed pensively at the reatreat-
ing form, but decided not to offer his affections
elsewhere. Awaiting the opening of the door,
he trotted out again to his friend, the con-
ductor, with him he remained while the car
passed several streets. Then, apparently satisfied
with his ride and sport, he jumped off as the
horses drew up to allow passenger to get out.
NIhis is not the only time he has boarded
street car" said the conductor. He has MANY
friends among the drivers and conductors of
this line. He is impartial in disposing of his
faVors, and bestows them upon whoever he hap
pens to fall in with. Whose dog? Well, 1
don't know. Doesn't seem to belong to any
BODY, but picks up a precarious living as a
vagabond. However, he is aristocratic enough
to ride, and two or three times week some one
tells OF his having ridden with them He usually
hangs about Seventh street and the Avenue, and
makes his intentions of enjoying free ride
The car men all know him and always stop'