The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1891-10-10
THE DOG WITHOUT A MAIZE.
Romance of n Friendless Canine and
dnIInn- Hnnhed Girl.

Cotton Headed Girl.
The public pound ut Kedzie avenue
und Van Buren street was being white
washed A coat of whitewash at the
public pound is as much of a foreign
luxury as n cottage organ in atenement
house. The whole neighborhood is con.
cerned in it. Dirty.faced children play.
ing house in adjacent ash barrels came
ov IL and discussed the great public inn
provement with the imprisoned dogs.
Hardly had the first brush touched the
boards before one of the attendants
came out and drove the children away
"You needn't be plagin' the city's
property and maxim 'em savage just
aforc killin'," said the dog.catcher
"Is they all going to be killed, Mr..
Man?" asked one cotton-headed little
girl,
They certainly is, and people as
wants dogs had better get their face
open plenty rapid.
do you give them away, Mister?"
"Naw, we sell 'em-Git--"
And perhaps the dogs knew and heard
it all.
The hour set for the killing was
o'clock and already the charcoal was
heaped up in front of the big air-tight
death kennel. Some of the dogs be-
guiled away the hours before the mas
sacre by fighting in vacant corners,
others slept, and many pressed their
black noses against the bars and whined
out calls for help destined never to be
heard. In the great low-roofed den were
pampered pets and fashions follies,
siyes and settlers. coaches and collies,
thoroughbreds and tramps, mastiffs and
mougrels, and one that whined apart
just plain dog. without friend and
without name.
Perhaps when night fell and the dogs
were all dead many Il childish heart
would be bowed down in its first sor-
row. and many darling head pillowed
in tears For days after. the killing
some little clfn creature would wander
about companionless. There were kind
words, rememhrances, for all except
the dog without name. lie had starved
alone; he could whine alone; he could
die alone.
All day long people came and went
from the pound. Some were looking
for lost pets and some buying the lease
of life of the dogs doomed. All the
long day the dog without n friend
watched the procession come and go.
Often he heard a masters kindly greet
ing and the glad bark of his freed com.
panions Then he trotted up and down,
and peered through every crevice. He
looked pleadingly into the faces of the
passers.by and whined for look of
recognition. But he WAS just plain
dog without name, and he had no
friends.
All day long the little cotton headed
girl remained playing in the gutter
! across from the pound. She watched
every visitor and ran after every liber.
ated dog. Then she would steal across
to the pound and peep in through a
crevice in the main kennel 1t was
o'clock, and the charcoal fires in the
pound had been lighted. There was a
soft rap on the door.
The little cotton-headed girl was
there.
80, Mr.. Man, want to buy my dog
| before he's killed"
Hello! little Miss Cinders What
have you got there?' said cne of the at.
tendants, glancing at "A battered little
tin bank the child carried. She proudly
shook out its contents, two plugged
nickels, four copper cents, and a dozen
or more tin tobacco tags.
(Which is your dog, little onc?' said
the attendant rather kindly as he held
the child to the grating of the main ken
mel room.
'"rhere he is: he knows me. Don't
you see him loolin' and cryin' up at
mel" and the tiny index finger touched
a black nose pressed against the bars
1t was dog without II name and with
out friend.
"What an ugly little brute" said the
attendant as he pulled the dog out.
Here, little Miss Mudpies, you may
have him this time but if he gets il
the wagon again he's gone Take YOU
pennies and vamoose."
When twilight came the little cotton
headed girl could be seen across from
the pound talking to the dog. do yol
know" she said to him, 1--WE all of IL
looked in an picked out dog an calleC
it ourn and picked ont You, cause yo,
was so bravc-lillc an knew me righ
away. My names Phebe and I'm goin
to give you to the Alderman, cause yo,
look SO wise an handsome"
And when twilight fed like butter
fly, brushing the gold from its wing the
Alderman barlled from II tenement alley
where his mistress lived He haC
found friend and name. Chicago
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