The age-herald., 1902-02-09
Sorrows of Sammie go Bang.
BY JOHN WALKER HARRINGTON.
------Rgasxs


 feathers"
 Bull Dog.
 "0h, I suppose so," answered Small Dog. "I heard my master say 1t was worth million, and I tried to get a look at it the other day. The minute I started 10 jump up on It's bed and nose around n little the big woman in the white cap chased me down into the kitchen"
 "ls 1t entered for the show?' asked Bull Dog. Maybe 1t is one of the toy kind they put under glass cases"
 Tt must be-" replied Small Dog. "It has finer basket than I ever had and its blankets are covered with blue ribbons. Somebody said stork brought 1t. Well, you know me. If any long-legecd bird catne to our house you can imagine that the feathers would begin to fly. You heard about that chicken that hopped over the back fence one day, didn't you? By the way, have you seen anything wrong with my nose?"
 Cant say that have" replied Bull Dog Get over in the light It looks all right Just heard man say; What fine jaw, What a high-bred noser You must be get. ting nervous.
 Come closer I want to whisper to you. l wouldn't have that Japanese spaniel hear this for dog biscuit. This nose is out of joint. The day after the million dollar creature came the messenger boys brought yellow envelopes to the house all day. went jumping around my masters heels, trying to find out what 1t was all about. Poor Sammie Go Bang, he said, 'your nose is out of joint I went down into the laundry and hid under the wash tubs.
 q wouldn't feel so badly about It," said Bull Dog; they will get tired of the new creature, whatever 1t is."
 "No, they won't answered Smnll Dog. Why, 1t has everything it's own way They let 1t bark all night. If barks when they pick 1t up, and it whines when they put 1t down, and 1t never gets whipped. It has all kinds of things to play with The other day the old maid who always makes such n fuss when l go near her, brought 1t ball made of worsted. It couldn't even keep hold of it. The ball rolled under the bed, and chewed It up.'
 ''So they neglect you at your house" asked the Bull Dog.
 "That isn't the name for It." answered Small Dog. "They forget me. got out in the street the other day and had Il fine old time. Two men all dressed up in brown drove up in a wagon. One of them jumped down, caught me and took me to a place full of third-rate CUTS. They said it was the pound. stayed there for two or three days, and finally my master had 10 pay a fine be- fore he could get me cut He quarreled about it. too 1 had on last years style of tag. That's what call neglect Suppose the Missus had gone out with last years style of bonnet and had been kept in n mound until the master got the latest style for her. He would never have heard the last of it. for my Missus would never nave forgiven him. Before there was Missus and Master and we lived by ourselves he would never have acted like that-not for worlds. He wouldn't have done It even before that stork came huttering around the place with the new creature that never gets whipped and has to have white capped woman to take care of It. Iney say the thing had a gold spoon in It's mouth when it came. Well, mayDe II uio put don't care if 1t had gold collar. 1 snail have to wear a red ribbon Ill our muse as long as 1t has the blue"