The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-09-25


 me, you fellows, will you?"
 Mulligan had seen the Jobson collie nosing along on the other side of the street, and he had gone over the fence so suddenly that Pinckney's hold on the steel chain didn't amount to a bunch of figs. Mulligan had the any thing to it, as the racing folks say but Mulligan. Muligan was on top from start to finish. The finish was brought about with the aid of six men who lived in the neighborhood, not counting Jobson, the owner of the col lie, and Pinckney, the owner of Mulli- gan. Mulligan's head was dented with clubs, considerably, but he didn't seem to be much inconvenienced there- by. He had about reduced the collie S right foot to pulp when the bucket bri- gade was formed. While all hands poured water over the two dogs, Pinck- ney tugged at Mulligan's chain, and finally pulled him off the whining collie.
 You'll pay for this, Pinckney!" said Jobson-hitherto they had been play ing whist together every night-as
 
 with the chain wrapped around both arms.
 "The dickens you say?" replied Pinckney. What do you let your blasted mutt roam around loose for ? My dog was in my yard, minding his business, when your brute shifted at him from across the street. Saw 1t my- self. And who's going to pay me for those welts you put on my dogs head with club? Hey? Pay, nothingl Your dog was hunting for trouble and he got it, good and plenty.
 That was the beginning of the Pinck- ney-Jobson feud, which soon extended to all the female members and connec- tions of both families. Thereafter Pinckney and Jobson passed each other by without word when they met on the station platform, and when they met at the club. they both said Huh" under their breath.
 Mulligan was tied up in the back yard after that first scrap, and he made himself at home. The children went out into the backyard and romped with him when Mrs. Pinckney wasn't looking, and they got on fa- mously with him. Mulligan wasn't playful but he permitted the little ones to pull his ears and maui him about without ever growl. He preserved his dignity. He was mashed beyond all redemption on Pinckney in less than week, and Pinckney recipro- cated the affection. Pinckney spent the first half hour after he got home every day talking to Mulligan in the backyard During these interviews Mulligan sat and regarded Pinckney with his head very much on one side. and wagged his stump of a tail appre- ciatively.
 Think I'll turn Mulllgan loose for a little spell' said Pinckney when he got back from the city one afternoon, ten days after Mulllgan's imprison- ment in the backyard. He's got used to his quarters now, and he'll behave"
 Mrs. Pinckney regarded the experi- ment dubiously from behind the back screen door. Plnckney unsnapped the chain and Mulligan looked at him with a grateful expression in his little round boodshot eyes
 fCome on out 70 the front yard. old chap" said Pinckney and Mulligan fol- lowed obedienty after, him. Then Pinckney sat down on the front porch steps and began to teach Mulligan to sit up. short, shri'l bark came from across the street. and Pinckney tried to grab Mullgan by the collar. He wasn't quick enough. Mulligan was over the picket fence in bound and four seconds later Fikins, who was sitting under tree in his front yard reading paper, had to look on while his prized fox terrier was being eaten. Mulligan had taken enough mouthsful out of the fox terrier to reduce mate- rially the Filkins dogs weight before Pinckney and Flkns ran for a dog doctor The dog doctor piaced the fox terrier together and said that the dog had an even chance to live.
 I'm going to report that brute of yours as a nuisance" said Filkins. coming across the street about an hour after the fight, to Pinckney, who sat on his porch looking untoncerned.
 Co ahead and report, F'ilkins," said Pinckney. Dead game way you're Sot oL tdhlHS d tHfdeHlng, though, lSn t t?"
 What do vou-" began Filkins.
 "Used to brag to me, until I got my log. that your dog didn't have to take dust from any mans mutt when it ,ame to fight, and now when he gets licked you holler. Good loser, ain't you?"
 There might have been further trou- ole had not Mrs Pinckney appeared lust then, and had nos Mrs. Fikins called Filkins from the Filkins porch
 Just go ahead and report, Filkins hats all" was Pinckney'e parting shot. Do the baby act up to the ham He if you-''
 James" said Mrs. Pinckney, warn- ngly, from the top step of her porch. |
 William, will you be polite enough | 1t least to answer me when call you?" inquired Mrs. Fikins from the Filkins l ront yard. "Why will you persist in | wasting your time talking with per- sons who maliciously harbor mad | logs?" Thus the Pinckney-Filkins row start | I'd, with all it's unforeseen ramifica- ions, Pinckney never found out | whether Filkins reported his dog or lot. If he did. however the reporting lidn't have any affect. Mulligan was uttered to remain on the Pinckney es- ate. He was chained ror three weeks liter dispoeing of the Filkins fox ter fer.