Evening journal., 1893-07-25
STORIES OF THE DAY.
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He was tramp. trsvel-stained ano
weary His companion was gaunt speci
men of the dog kind, showing every sigr
of hunger and neglect
The tramp slouehed into the side yard
of West street mansion. Knocked 81
the door and waited for an answer.
The door Was opened uy tue housewife,
a comedy woman with sympathetic
lature
well, what is itY" she inquired witt
a voice of tenderness and commisera-
ton.
Madam, in looking over copy Of tn
EVENING JOURNAL ! saw that yo
wanted a man to take care Of your horse
and ACT as man Of sll-work. Have you
allied the placer
mo. but"
IL know what you would say. madam
You want man with character
nave here letters which will conviuc,
you that am not professional tramp
That may all be true, my man, ou
we cannot take both you and your dog
We have children, you know, ana b.
might bite them aud goodness opN
knows what the result would be tou
must gel rid Of your dog and thei
maybe -"
Get rid Of Bruno, madam ] couldn't
do that Ask me to get rid of my plp'
aud tobacco and could do IL; bnt
part with Bruno-oh, no. and the NIT
cradle specimen Of humanity wipe,
ears from his eyes.
you seem to be particularly At
tached to him" the housewife said.
Yes, madam, l am attached to him
Money could not buy him aud deaf
alone can part us It's not lone
story vas well TO do young man
engaged 10 be married TO rs lovely VI
as ever lived bought this dog and
gave IL TO her and they became ver'
much attached. One day my INTENDED
vent out sailing with some youh,
friends The boat was caught In
quail and she was drowned Don
mind my tears. madam No one ca
appreciate my loss helped the"
drag her fair form from the cold embrse
OF the lake and did not leave IL until
reposed beneath the shadow OF tn
weeping willow IN the family buriH
ground | kept the mound sire IN VII
beautiful howors, aud every time We,
to the grave this dog was there. W.
we're companions In grief The long aue
short of Il is took 10 drink. and squaH
dered my fortune Friends who hat
c,urted my company in palmy days shun
ued me In adversely B uno was M
only true friend. He turned instinetivel
TO me and nothing but death shall taxi
from me my only true friend who re
minds me so constantly Of her love-
that now abhor the smell OF liquor.
"Poor man Come In and bring you
dog. Here Is some bread aud tea, beef
steak and fried potatoes. was goin
20 take them to a needy widow who live
, near by, but cannot, after hearing you
! lad story You shall have the place, an
I we will all cl erish the dog for the SAX
I Of the dead woman for whom b
; mourned You will find bed In tb
. ,oachmaus room in the stable
Thank you, Madam, and know tbs
the spirit Of my lost Gertrude vi
I breathe a benediction upon your head.
A. 10 o'clock that night the tramp WI
/ IN bis cosy quarters He pulled out
a vial, and drank It eagerly. Then pal
y ting his four legged companion On u
4 head be said. tenderly:
n That's the best whiskey I've h'
}, since left New York Bruno. old f.
k low we are In luck. It's a good thi
n for you that picked you up in Sfant'
l. Yesterday. II man wants woman
n nave anything 10 do with him he mu
a play a sad ard doleful air upon b
y tender heart strings.