Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-05-08
CORNER IN FOX TERRIERS.


| A Promising Venture Breasht to Grief
| Through Financial Greediness.
| From the Newark Call
Say, friend, said the detected one, walk
| ing briskiy alongside. I'm fresh from
doing ninety up in Paterson for organ
| king a syndicate, and I'm hungry. Got
| dime about yeu?"
'Eh?" queried the reporter, pricking up
| his ears: ninety days for organizing
syndicate?"
Yes sir a fox terrier syndicate" said
the man, proudly. Il had the market UP
in Paterson cornered, and stood to make
hundreds of good dollars, when the syndi-
cate was upset by treachery-pure treach
cry with sigh.
Hum. Hand out the whole tale, and if
it's a good one I'll give you quarter
said the scribe, seeming copy.
"All right, boss. I was looking in Pat
erson paper for help wanted-male'-you
| needn't grin-when l noticed in another
column four fox terrier dogs advertised
for-great dogs to get lost, fox terriers. An
idea came to me. Thinks 1, folks are CIV
ing high s. in this town to get
| measly lost dog back when they wouldn't
lend Woodworking man dollar to keep
| him from starving. I'll just round up those
lost dogs and get five bones apiece for
them. To do it I'll have to get in touch
with the fellows who swiped them
Yes said the reporter, for the man
seemed lost in introspection.
"Oh. excuse me. 1 was thinking how Ia
spend that quarter. 1 spent my last cent
for an advertisement. and offered So re-
ward for lost fox terrier-white. with
brown and black spots answers to the
| name of 'Dewey'-a pretty good description
of the whole breed. The address was va
cant lot In PaterSon'S swell residence
street, up Sandy Hill way. 1 needed
helper. and struck the very man l wanted
"a scrapper, down on his luck. named
'Biffer.' Biffer' wasn't very fast-wtted-I
r 1,ay (citr lx-l- ha
was a man you'd hate to meet in a lonely
spot a dark night. His part was to
meet the long-lost pup in it's finders arms.
grab 1t and scare the thief to DEATH and
he was to get 81 of the reward for the job.
TWENTY-FIVE dollars offered for a lost
fox terrier in Paterson made a bigger stir
among the easy-fingered than l imagined
1t would 1t kept 'Biffer' busy taking away
fox terriers which they had pinched from
rich houses to see If they wouldn't fit with
that fat reward. The syndicate idea came
to me as / saw the terriers rolling in, and
] sold a likely pup to a saloon keeper for
81, and advertised fresh, raising the ante
to $50.
Il cleaned up the supply of terriers in the
Paterson market and Gagged them in an old
barn by Riverside. The next night there
was a solid column of lost fox terriers in
the paper at s. a head reward-and / had
seventy-five terriers down in the barn.
4" 'Biffer' got uneasy. He counted on his
fingers long time, and finally figured out
that / would get 1913 for the lot When
he learned that the syndicate going
to hold the terriers for a stiff rise he put
in bill for big slice of the total. and
right there is where the syndicate made its
big nlistake-it should have promised the
divvy and skipped at the cleanup Instead
it held 'Biffer right down to his bargain.
81. and as events showed. set the slow
wheels in his head to turning.
The second night IS was offered for ter
riers and the next s650-Paterson. all over
that half dollar. The market held firm
with sales. waiting for the s1O mark.
Then. when the syndicate's garden seemed
ready to bloom. the corner broke through
the treachery of 'Biffer.'
''Treading on air, with thoughts of the
Waldorf Astoria. and Newport surging
through my brain. l was taken red-handed
entering the barn with 10 cents worth of
liver to feed the syndicate's corner. Biffer.
the betrayer. took in the six fffties each
for his accidental find of a barn full Of.
fox terriers. and L took in the long term
in jail-ninety days. Do 1 get the quar-
ter?'
II guess So" said the reporter, paying
up.