The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-09-03
ALAS FOR THE YELLOW DOG
IT WAS SHOT AND KILLED BIZ AN
OAK STREET POLICEMAN.
Five bullets wcro Fired BEFORE IL Expired
During the Fusiiinde II nit y Park Row
Resident and Trird To Bite the Biuecont-
Fourth ward Aatir whtls the Battle Ragged.

Five Bullets Hcro Fired before Ht Expired
During the Fusliinde II Hit y Park Row
Resident and Trird To Bite the Bluecont-
Fourth ward Astir vtiis the Battle Ragged.
Peace md quiet reigned supreme in the Oak
street police station last night at half past z
o'clock. The doorman slumbered in one corner
Of the stoop, while Sergeant Hatton, In an
other corner, strokcd his mustachc and pom
derod the recent rapid changes In the Police
Department.. Detective Reilly sat on the rail-
ing swinging his feet, without fear OF n 'shoo-
fly" roundsman.
Suddenly from out of the distant gloom came
the sound Of many voices. Nearer and nearer
IL came. The Sergeant stopped stroking his
mustachc, and Reilly ceased swinging his feet.
The doorman still slumbcrcd. Tho next In
slant there rushed around the corner n yellow
streak. The Sergeant vanished into the sta
tion house. wake up shouted Reilly to the
doorman, as he initiated his superlor's example.
Catch him. Kill him! Mad dog!" shouted
the crowd, as 1t dashed around the corner after
the yellow streak.
The doorman awokc. Staring him in the face
with foam dripping from its jaws was a largo
yellow dog.
''Tho saints preserve u.s." shouted the door
man, turning u complete somcrsault over the
back Of his chair and landing in tho middle of
the room.
The dog h~esitated for q moment, as though
about to enter tho station house. A shower
of bricks and cans changed his Intention, and he
continued on his way down the street, followed
by tho crowd. Here. Fauikaner,"' ordered
Hatton,, as soon az he recovered his breathe
take this 42.calibre gun and shoot that dog"
Grabbing the formidable weapon the police
man started out to do battle.
The dog had stopped in front Of Q Chestnut
street. In front OF him, at n respectable dis
lance, was a crowd OF over 200 people. Stand
back" shouted Faulkaner, taking aim.
The crowd stood back.
LET her gol" shouted some one, after tho
policeman had braccd .himsclf and had stood
aiming for n minute. Bang!
"Aooow ouowowooooo!'' howled the dog, as
part OF his ear vanished down the street. Bang!
Cheese It'll" shouted the crowd. as the dog,
smarting from tho loss OF its other car, charged
at 1t.
John Bowsky Of l84 Park row failed to get
out OF the dogs way. and was bitten on the left
leg. Encouraged by his success the dog ran at
the policeman and caught him by the coat.
FAULKNER shook him off and fired again. Tho
dog rolled into tho gutter. but in Il second was
up and at the policeman again. The crowd,
which had retired to a respectful distance,
shouted words OF advice and encouragement
at the policeman. Faulkaner was game. SO
was the dog. Again the dog charged and again
the policeman fired.
Slowly the animal gathered what was left OF
him out OF the gutter and jumped for the police
revolver spoke. and the yellow treak OF a few
minutes before rolled over into the gutter dead.
Tho toughest dog | ever killed. remarked
Faulk1ner as, wiping his fevered brow, he
turned over to Sergeant Hatton the borrowed
42-calibrc.