The evening times., 1896-07-17
AN 1sTERRUpTED RKysRfy

Jones friend Norton, taking advantage
OF the Christian Endeavor rates, came on
last week to see him. He had never been
in Washingto before, SO Jones felt called
upon TO show him around
They were proceeding up Tenth street
| and j ones pointed ont to him the house in
which Lincoln died. Norton is a senti-
| mental fellow. and an association of this
| reverie. He is tall, sallow, and wears
long hair. He locks decidedly bcokish.
They had been classmates at college, and
| he always carried or the composition
prizes and wrote the class poems He is
Row professor OF literature In a Western
| school. Lincoln has always been "A demi-
god to Norton.
And this is the hallowed spot where
| the immortal Lincoln breathed his last"
he began, assuming a dramatic attitude.
..Oh, yes" ones answered, a little ner-
| vously. recalling Norton's pencbant for
apostrophizing any old thiQg that had a
| history. 1t was time for dinner, too, and
Jones was hungry. He looked across the
street and saw a colored boy trying to
| induce two dogs to fight.
''This is Il sacred spot, indeed" con-
tinued Norton, reverentiaily.
You bet your life it is Jones answered,
absent-miniedly. as he became Interested
in the dog fight.
Who can behold this scene withort FEEL
| ing the personality OF the dead states
| man." said Norton, earnestly.
Yes, poor man, he's dead-pull the yell
| low dogs tall
..Cut down in the prime of his life by a
| cowardly assassin"
| Hard luck, wasn't it? Twist it again.
Now let 'em CO.
| Dead? 'Tis false. He lives today, to-
| morrow and till time is no more"
| "Oh, no, old man, he's dead-give the yell
-iow dog Il chance. Hully gee! that was a
corker.'
| Even now hear the measured roll Of
his sublime words
| "oh, no, you hear herdic on F street;
ge. out Of the way. BY hen! he's Il sta yer"
| Those twocanines were now chewing each
other in q way that WAS truly refreshing
| to the colored boy, who was grinning from
| ear to ear and dancing with Joy. He first
| urged on one and then the other.
What inspiration! What sublinity!
| WHAT But Norton got no further.
| The spotted cur, getting the worst Of the
fight. beat Il hasty retreat. He darted
under carriage. crossed the street and was
| lust dodging between -Eorton's legs when
| the yellow dog came up with yelp and a
bound, and renewed the battle with in
creased energy. They shricked and howied,
| yelped and screamed, fighting tooth and
claw.
| The yellow dog was now thoroughly
aroused. He had evidently been reg
ular John l.. in his dog dag. and all his pugi-
listic blood was boiling. The sudden on
slaught against NortoD's alleged legs made
him tired and he sat down in the thickest
OF the fight. For awhile dogs and Nor
ton were Synonymous; they were also ho-
| mogeneous.
| A crowd quickly gathered to ascertain
the number killed. The gyrations u the
CANNES around. over and against Nor:on's
person finally became less swift, and Jones
recognized in the cloud OF dust and hair
| the dim outline Of his atteDuated and lissome
form. A. policeman, after learning !. was
on,y dog fight, rushed bravely up and
clubbed off the yellow brute. Then Norton
arose. His features were distorted. his
| trousers Iacerated and his tie shifted from
fore to aft. Jones led him from the crowd
to the hotel, but no amount Of argument
could convince him that Jones was not the
prime mover In tile whole beastly business.