The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-09-25
STORY OF MULLIGAN'S FINISH
MULLIGIN WAS fl BOW-LEGGED,
 RED-EYED BULLDOG
And Was Pinckney's Dream-Pinclsey Wanted n Dog but Later 1t Re tcame Il Prtnclple-Wrath of the Neighbors and a Black Mans Remedy.

PrincIple-Nrath of the Neighbors
 and a Black Man,s Remedy.
 Now that we've got front yard and back yard and acres of vacant lots all around and an ocean down at the foot of the street, I'm going to put that long standing threat into eXecu- tion and get a dog" said Pinckney to Mrs. Pinokney when the new family had simmered down to order early in June
 Mrs. Pinckney sighed drearlly. Mrs. Pinckney's family had included a large number of brothers each of whom had possessed a dog from early youth.
 T was afraid it would come," she said, gloomily. q have been hoping against hope. l thought that some thing might direct your mind away for the children, or the cook. or"
 Bulldogs don't eat children or cooks,'' interrupted Pinckney, calmly. "1n so far as bulldogs are birds of prey, they prey upon their own kind When it comes to a continuous performance of attending to his own business nagged, of course-a bulldog can give any other animal now classed in our er-our fauna, cards and spades and big casino and then get first money by twelve lengths Moreover, the bull dog that I've got my eye on is baby"
 "Oh,' said Mrs. Pinckney, yielding little, of course a cute little puppy wouldn't be so bad, but
 T didn't say anything about a cute little puppy" said Pinckney. T re- marked that the w-legged proposi- tion I've had spotted for the last few weeks is baby, if ever there was"
 That you've had spotted?" inquired Mrs. Pinckney with a mystifed ex- pression. "Who ever heard of an arti- ficially spotted baby dog? Aren't you afraid the spots might rub off on the children's frocks when they are romp- ing with the-the spotted baby dog? Or are the spots indelible, and if so, how are they put"
 "Wait minute" interrupted Pinck- ney. What I wanted to say is that the dog I've picked out is a corker."
 "Corker?" put in Mrs. Pinckney. "Is that one of those new faddy breeds? Don't you mean a Yorkshire?"
 Didn't I say a while back that the particular breed of dog I've nailed is bull dog, and that
 Mailed? Oh, then you're going to get one of those stuffed and mounted dogs like"
 Pinckney sat up in the hammock and regarded Mrs Pinckney steadily before he spoke.
 No" said he, finally, "I am not going to bring home a stuffed and mounted dog, nor stuffed and mount ed walrus Pm going to incorporate within the limits of this domain full grown, real, sure-enough, alive bull dog. Jack Minto's got him down at his Bay Ridge place for me now. Been keeping. him for me until I got this shack into working shape. Bought him two weeks ago. He's got pedigree Wait'll. you see him"
 Mrs. Pinckney remained silent
 Its been the dream of my life" Pinckney went on. eloquently ito get plant of my own where I could keep bulldog. I'd rather have a bulldog than a yacht or a special car any day A bulldogs all I need to make me de- liriously happy. Wait'll you see him, that's all.'
 Still Mrs. Pinckney remained silent
 Need a watchdog down here. any how" continued Pinckney. "All the fellows that move down here get dogs~ Filkins, across the way. thinks that scrappy fox terrier of his is the whole thing. Well, when l bring Mulligan along"
 "Mulligan?" inquired Mrs Pinckney.
 "Yep, Mulligan,'' said Pinkney. My dogs name, you know Muligan. Great name, isn't it? He looks the and that's how they happened to give him that harp name. Well, when fetch Mulligan along, Filkins'll think that purky mutt e him-well, just wait'll you see him, that's all"
 Pinckney brought Mulligan along the next afternoon when he came from the city, with the aid of spiked collar and a half-inch steel chain Mrs. Pinckney was rocking on the front porch, when Pinckney came along, dragging Mulligan. She called to the to corral all the children in the nursery and lock them up therein.
 "What you'd call peach, isn't he?" inquired Pinckney, hauling Mulligan inside the gait.
 Mrs. Pinckney was behind the screen door
 Come on out and play with him." said Pinckney What you afraid of? He's as gentle as rabbit. He'll eat off your hand"
 Or your foot" said Pinckney, in an injured tone, ''just abstain from sar- casm, anyhow, won't you? Who ever said Mulligan was lovely? Die ever hear of pretty bulldog? You l wouldn't expect thoroughbred bull l dog, with pedigree that harks back to the Norman invasion, to be as in- sanely pretty to look at us one of Sir Edwin Landseer's collies, would you? | Of course you wouldn't and no one else. Muligan's simply all bulldog, | and he's la-la of his tribe"
 Hes hideously fascina ating-that's | the best I can conscientiously say of l him." said Mrs Pinckney from her shelter behind the door.
 Mulligan was white, with the excep- i ton of liver spots on both sides of his | body and one over his left eye. He was | intensely bowleggged in front. He was | chiefly of muscular fore quarters and head. The rest of him was merely q detail His eyes were , precisely round and so bloodshot that