The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1891-07-24

yer ole wudnt let en-"
stick yer he'd out Nv the windy and
yell for EN- to come up" commanded the
PROSTATE pitcher.
Corkey thrust his Bulwer Lytton brow
out Of the window, emitting a yell that
caused all the members of the Red Hots
TO file into the room on tiptoe, wiping
their mouths with their coat sleeves, and
hanging their heads.
Hello, f%ellers!'
Hello, Tim!'
"Wot's de matter wild ye, Philly
Burke! Wot are ye snivellin' for? Didn't
We ever see a sick kid before? An you.
too, Patsy Carro1-why, I nivir see SIGH
w~eakeners as you kids before in all me
life. You're a nice gang to let yourself
be bluffed by them Hard Times crowd.
Ye have no more sand in yer craw than
a chicken. I've a good notion to sick me
poodle on de hull gang o ye. Cum up
yere, Danger
The little black and tan that had re-
treated under the bureau, where he kept
up growing and showing his teeth at the
crowd of strange visitors, jumped up ON
the bed and began licking his youthful
masters hand. Then, turning round, he
glared hercely at the roomful of sympa-
thizers, his tail lashing the bed, his little
black nose uplifted defiantly. He showed
his teeth in a subduei and dangerous
snarl, as if looking out for the shins Of
the undertaken. All through little Tins
sickness the dog had hung around his
masters room in q subdued and listless
manner When not squatting on the
sick boys pillow, licking Tins hot and
feyerish hand and vigilantly guarding
his restless slumber, the dog wouldsl stink
away under the bed, as if the boys Ill
ness had affected him also, and had
cowed his honest bark and native pluck
into a cowardly snarling and showing
of his vicious teeth
IF that dood of a doctor comes a-rnon-
keying around here emmy more s-pizening
me with the medicines he makes me
swaller, we'll Civ him hydrophoby-
won't We, Danger
Danger showed his red gums in fierce
assent.
Where's me ould woman
Here l am, Jimmy ashore; what is
it?a
Sind out the kitle for a quart O beer.
wanter do the right thing and treat de
gang as has called On me. l guess it'll
be about square. Win ye go over with
the GROWER TO Danny Shay's, Corkey,
mind We scoop in all the free lunch We
a crib. l guess 1 could go a little
cheese sandwich meself. Be sure you
tell Danny Shay to pack the growler as
tight as ne can, Corkey," was the latter
part of the languid yet hospitable %injunc-
ton of the stricken Jimmy, as he turned
over III his side for a refreshing slumber,
the viglant Danger snugiy perched IN
his fifth rib.
Mr.. Muiligan, l am pleased to state,
recovered in time to give the Hard
Times the worst skunking they eve got.
In that match, digging his toenails in
the pitchers box. his cap cooked rakishly
over his left eye, and Danger coaching
ION de side" and bowling like a demon
when his master struck out any Of the
opposing batsnnen. Timnny ladled out to
the demoralized Hard Times those justly
celebrated curves of his, reinforced with
the famous snake shoot which he had
acquired while tossing oranges on q
feverish bed.
Jimmy was carried home to the Nine
teenth ward in triumph, Danger bring
ing up the rear, leaving in his trail the
vibrating air churned to a white heat by
his wagging tail.-James E. Kinsella in
Chicago News.