The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-12-12
SENATOR SAVES A DOG.

This is the, true story of little tramp
dog that was just common yellow oog
with romance.
Looking at him you wouldn't have
from his tail. Poor little yellow dog.
He was an outcast and beggar IN the
heart of a great big city. He hadn't
friend in the world, nor a fence corner
to crawl into for shelter from the winter
wind; he hadn't even 81 license to a
dogs lfe-hadn't anything at all TO
speak of except mango He might nave
come from Goose Island. Clearly he
could have had no business on Michigan
boulevard, where refined and genteel
dogs are wont to take the air in automo-
biles or in the protecting arms OF fond
mistresses. For indisputably this wait
ali over his NANCY brownish-yelloW
coat through which his ribs could al
most be counted. There was a remnant
of rope dragging from the end of his
tail, which dropped dismally. A deep
cash as if made by sharp stone on
one knee which caused him to limp,
furnished the mute story OF wrongs that
probably caused him to leave off forag-
ing for bones and crusts in the alley
scenes of his puppyhood.
Gets in a New World.
By some strange fatality he violated
the laws of decency and boulevards and
ran the guard of policemen whose du-
ties are supposed to include an enforce
ment Of the canine exclusion act, ana,
whether willfully or accidentally, ne
found himself suddenly in the whirl OF
a world that was new to him. The
transition seemed to fill the disconsolate
little dog with a new interest in life He
ran among the pedestrians smiling at
their heels. NOBODY KICKED MIN ana he
wagged his tail
There were not many small boys
in evidence and absolutely no tin cans in
the gutter All this was too much for
~, +oiI a
in utter disregard Of the antics of the
rest of the animal. He forgot the mango
and the limp; forgot the rope end that
waved like a pennant with every move
ment of his tail; forgot every thing, even
hunger, just for being allowed to humbls
pay homage to human beings-without
being kicked for it. Poor misunderstood
and deluded doggie. He did not know
that the human race in Michigan bOule-
ward bears the same feeling toward
mongrel dog that it does in Goose ISL
and-only more So The only distinction
is that no rule of etiquette has been de-
vised by which a gentleman may kick a
dog and do 1t gracefully. n
The dog was trying by his most af-
fectionate means to make friends with a
man who was standing in front of hotel
at Congress street when he received q
thunp from cane that sent him stink
ing into the gutter with a sheepish and
repentant look.
The tail was just beginning to work
slowly again in the hope of ceconcilia-
ton with the offended man when a car
rage rolled past close to him and he saw
what swiftly brought him back to a
realization of his own miserable station
A big coach dog was trotting along un-
der the vehicle.
He was a poor, lame, NANCY, starving
cur again.
Attacked by Coach Dog.
The coach dog saw chance for a lit
tie innocent fun, and leaving his station
he rushed on the little fellow and bore
him to the ground.
In the same instant man who had
been standing across the street watch
ing all the pitiful efforts of the cur to
make friends with somebody rushed out
into the street towards the fighting dogs.
BY the time he reached the two it was
no longer a fight, for the smaller dog,
with a couple of choking yelps, had
succumbed to the onslaught of his pow
erful antagonist, whose teeth were
clinched in his throat. But before any Of
the crowd Of spectators could realize
what it meant, the victorious coach dog
was receiving a rain of blows from the
cane Of the strange man. The latter
finally beat the bigger dog off and lifted