Evening journal., 1892-01-05

When the mist rolled Rp from the Eas
! river Roger Doolan started for the pound
and Johnnie went down upon the walk (,
await his return with feverish anxiety
The sun rose higher and higher, unit
Johnnie was obliged TO retreat into the al
ley TO avoid the singing heat. But his
white face turned ever toward the wa,
along which he knew well Roger woulf
have TO come on his return. There were
| various youthful pickets also on the watch
boys who cared nothing for the heat Of tn,
sun, and at 10 o'clock one OF them came
rushing into the alley out Of breath and
| gasped out;
Here comes Roger. an he's got de purr
| in is armsl"
Sure enough, Roger was coming, with
/ the tread Of a conquerer A crowd Of eager
| children logged his footsteps as he swung
around the corner Of Roosevelt street into
Cherry, aud eager questions saluted him,
| such rs;
us We got i'm, Rogerw rs he hurtedf''
Did We kill the dog catcher wot Clutch
imP"
But Roger only smiled and walked rap
idly on, well knowing that to Johnnie the
| minutes were freighted with lead. At last
he reached the alley and placed q little
DnuAl1 III AHd NY = hIIuos 1lu ever "
childs fingers tremble more violently than
those Of Johnnie Murphy at that supreme
moment Of Joy and fear.
Slowly the bundle was unrolled and
twenty pairs OF eyes watched the process
as the folds fell away and disclosed the
dogs apparently lifeless body. The eyes
were closed Ia utter WEAKNESS. Nip had
evidently been injured by the dogs con
fined with him in the dog catcher's wagon,
for there were fresh wounds on his neck
and blood stains upon his shaggy coat.
And while a sympathetic group stood
around with pale faces and plying eyes,
Johnnie bent down over the dog as it lay
on his lap and whispered huskilyi
II say, purp, are We much hurtedS"
Nip feebly opened his eyes, and look Of
glad recognition came into them. The
stumpy tail moved little, very little
Il was not such a hearty wag as that with
which Nip was wont to testify his ioy.
The tired head was lifted for moment
from Johnnie's arm and low whine, but
an echo Of that which had saluted the boys
ears yesterday, greeted him. Johnnie sat
for awhile dazed and uncertain, then an
inspiration came to him.
"Ill fix him, boys, " said he exultingly as
be felt in his pockets. The children
watched his movements eagerly. When
his inquisitiye fingers invaded the coat
pockets they evidently touched something,
for Johnnie's face lit up once more with
the light Of hope as he brought a small
brown paper parcel to view Unrolling
the paper he disclosed a soup bone to which
chung some fibers Of meat.
Here, Nipm said Johnnie, swapping his
fingers and whistling softly, "stand up
and tackle the bone. / saved it for yep
But no bone that was ever incased in
flesh, and no steak, however rare and ap-
petizing could make those nostrils dilate.
Hunger was swallowed up in pain and
weakness
Its no use to give the dog strong grub
like that now" said Roger. Gle can't tear
IT, You leave him to me. I'll bring him
through
But Johnnie refused to allow the dog to
be taken from his arms. He Rugged Nip
TO his breast, and again the tide Of sorrow
rolled over him in uncomfortable tears
Meantime Roger filled his pipe and lit it.
Showing his hands deep into his pockets
he sauntered out upon the sidewalk whis-
Ting softly, And we're going to plant
him tomorrow" When Roger strolled
back into the alley Johnnie was gone.
where is hep" said Roger to one Of the
groups Of children.
He's took de pup up to is mother"
eagerly replied a barefooted girl
Telling slowly up the dark stairway
leading to the top story Of the tall tene
ment went johnnie, carrying the dog az
tenderly as IL it had been child. He
stopped TO rest on each landing and then
resumed his journey. When he reached
the upper landing he stumbled painting
into the kitchen, saying
Mother, where's the liniment9 Where's
the bottle wot says on the outside Good
Tor cuts, burns, consumshun, celery an
everything Where Is itf"
"Why, sonny, it's right there on the
shelf beside the clock"
Johnnie placed the helpless dog upon the
bed, and climbing upon a chair secured the
bottle muttering to himself as he did so:
"lt'll cure him, cause II says on the bot
tie its good for everything"
All that day Johnnie sat by the dog
bathing its wounds with the magical lini.
ment. 1t may have been that the lotion
possessed some Of the marvellous healing
powers attributed to it. At any rate il
must have possessed some virtue for ere
the evening shadows began to lengthen in
Cherry street Johnnie noticed signs Of re-
turning life and animation in the dog.
Nip's improvement was slow, but under
Johnnie's unremitting care, and soothed
by the liniment, the animal slowly came
back TO health and animation, the stumpv
tail once more resumed the old time wag
and his playful bark resounded through
the room.
One week went by and again the lights
on the big bridge were reflected in the
swelling currents Of the East river. Again
the merry shouts Of the children awoke
the echoes in Cherry street as they romped
by the light OF the stars. Roger Doolan
was seated on a dry goods box near the en-
trance 70 Middle alley. His attention was
attracted by a playful pull at the bottom
Of his trousers. Looking downward be ex-
claimed in surprise;
We'll, III be choked with a rope II that
amt Nipw
Yes, said Johnnie, whose smiling face
appeared around the corner Of the alley
like radiant moon, "an he amt agoin to
be planted tomorrow, cause / cured him
wild me mothers linimentr'- Ernest Jar
rOld In brakes Magayinp