The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-06-28

s'BE CAREFUL. SIR, HOW YOU THROW STONES.
YOU ARE YOURSELF IN GLASS HOUSE
It was past two IN the morning when
Mark allowed Mr.. Childers to depart,
and the old man was obliged to steal into
his own house through one Of the dining
room windows, left unlocked by mistake,
and to creepto bed Ike whipped school
boy. The next morning at breakfast he
wore subdued and pensive air that at
tracted Kitty's attention. He let his
coffee cool beside his plate. fddled with
his knife and fork, and finally fell into
long muse. "Tom," said he at length,
after looking dreamily at Kitty for some
time, ''if l were You would sell the
mastiff He is an ugly brute. and, as /
have learned from Denis, came near
last week tearing telegraph boy in
pieces. We shall get into trouble if you
insist in keeping him on the premises.
Higgins, the butcher, will give you fifty
dollars for him, understand, and if
were you | should close with the offer at
once. You will probably never get an
other half as good, for he is a vicious
animal and his character is well known
in this town"
sSell the mastiffr' exclaimed Tom,
half choked with astonishinent, "when
we got him on purpose to protect the
premises from the attacks of the people
: next door"
'tBut you don't seem to see. Tom" re-
/ turned the old gentleman, mildly argu-
mentative, that they might get rid of
him any day by throwing a piece Of
poisoned meat over the wall Meantime
If he chews up a messenger boy we shall
I be forced to shoot him, and the money
/ you have put into him will prove dead
I loss"
Tom looked at the old gentleman as if
I he thought he had gone off his head.
/ Mr.. Childers drummed abstractedly with
his fingers on the table, and disregard
/ ing Toms startled expression turned to
his daughter behind the tray and said:
What do you think, Kitty"
Kitty gave start and nearly dropped
the tea cup out Of her hand, for her
/ thoughts had been wool gathering. II
think, papa, she said slowly, sit is per-
! fectly absurd for Tom to behave as he
4 does with his great savage dog and his
pistol practice, as if we were living on
the frontier and in danger Of an attack
from savages at any moment, when our
neighborhood is perfectly quiet, respect
able and orderly. 1t is dreadful, papa,
continued Kitty. growing earnest. .and
/ know it worries mamma in her weak
and nervous condition.
/ do you hear, sir, !" said the old gentle
man sternly, "do you hear what your sis
ter saysy Do you know you are annoying
your mother? Don't fire pistols any mora
about these premises, and go and take
that mastiff off the place Immediately
before | am called into court to answer
for the life of the letter carrier or the
grocer's boy. He can't be kept any longer
about these grounds. Dye hear, STRIP
Tom settled back in his chair, and
looked at his father stupidity for some
time with his mouth open. He longed
to whistle, but did not dare. There was
sternness in the old mans eye that
cowed him. He got up meekly from the
table, put his hat squarely on his head,
went out and took the great mastif by
the chain and led him over to Higgins
shop. But he did not propose to sell
him to Higgins. He merely asked Hig-
gins to take care of him until the gov
ernor's mood changed. Meantime he
determined to watch theold man closely
to see If he could detect further signs Of
mental breakup In him.
After breakfast MIR. Childsrs called