Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1902-02-27

pen to Trllby for thousand dollars.
Lemme in,' she yells.
''Say, dat gimme an idee. Dat put
me wise in q minute. I remembered
about dat kid out at Omaha dat got
|.pinched an his ole man put up $4,000
bucks to find him. An says to my
self: Here's your chance to git .
piece of dough- So drops Trisby un-
der de water again so he couldn't yelp
an I says: De soap got into Trilby's
eyes, I t'ink,' I says, but he's all right
now. Well be trough in minute
says. ... 49,. ...u.-
when I lifts Trilby out of de wa
ter he's too near croaked to howl an
I dried him off an combs him out
fine. Den I puts on his pink silk blan-
ket,f de ole daisy kisses him good-by
an me an Trilby starts out for q
walk.
"Trilby's so fat dat he can't hardly
waddle an he's scarf to deaf of me.
He looks at me out of de corner of
his eye like he knows he's up against
de real ting. We spells half way
round de block to de alley and dere
behind de fiat buildjn' where de old
daisy lives stands an iron garbage
box half as big as house, wild a
swinging lid ten feet long. I lifts up
de lid an sees dat de box is empty. So
I drops Trilby in an reaches over an
breaks off de blue ribbon close up to
de collar.
"Den l runs around to de front of
de buildin' an chases up de stairs to
de ole DANES fat SO I'll be out of
breath, an'1c can make my spiel right.
"She opens de door herself an
yells: 'Trilby broke away from me
an run off, yells.
'Trilby,' yells de old daisy. Run
away! Lost!'
"'Yes'm,' I says. He broke de rib
bon,' I says, shown her de little
piece had in my mitt! Den he tried
to bite me an den he run away down
de street and got such hustle on
him I couldn't even keep him in
sight,
''De ole daisy give tree wild yells
an drops down in chair.
"'What'll I do she says, 'what'n I
do? My darling little Trilby lost on de
streets of Chicago she says. He'll
starve to dealt she says, AN you are
responsible for it, you DEVIL she says.
III call de police she says. I'll shoot
you! I'll never sleep . wink till my
dear little darling lost one is found,
she says. ooh, what'l I do? What'll
I do?'
81 hope de dog catchers don't git
him. I says. If dey do it's all off,
I says. 'Dey'll tie brick to Trilby,'
I says, AN drop him in de drink and
de next you hear of him. I says, he'll
be stoppin' up de intake pipe out to
de four-mile crib says.
II give her a strong game of talk
so she's loosen up when it come to Of
ferin' a reward. An she yelled an
;; hollered so dat I was afraid dat she'd
go bughouse. ag-u=<.. 49,
"'Call de police says, AN tell 'em
to keep dere lamps lit for Trilby; tell
'em Trilby's not dangerous an dat
you'll pay two dollars reward for him.
"'Two dollars! yells de ole daisy.
I'D give ten dollars dis minute to have
de dear, little sweet ting in my arms
"'An right says, telephone dat
to de police. Den call up de afternoon
papers an put in an ad: ''Ten dollars
reward an no questions asked; an
swers to de name of Trilby." Den me
an you'll go out an look for him. l
hope he amt went mad says an
dat de Stun street gang amt got him,
I says. 'Dey pours kersene on de pups
dey catches I says, AN sets 'em on
fire.
'De ole dame telephones to de police
an to de newspapers an den knowed
1 had her by de pocketbook. Her an
me goes out an looks for Trilby down
| by de lake shore for an hour an den
she went home an went to bed after
telephoning for de doctor.
81 screws down to an puts Tree
Twenty-Seven wise to de graft. He
makes quick sneak, puts on his plain
clothes, digs Trilby out of the garba ge
box an takes him an de ten dollars
reward ad. up to de ole daisy's fiat. As
soon as she seen Trilby she tries to kiss
him on de snout. but T'reen Twenty
Seven makes her cough up ten bucks
before he let's go of de pup.
1--WE splits de ten an de next day
gifts de manager to call up de ole daisy
an ask her did she git her dog back
yit.
eyes she says, 4 did an I never
wants you to send me dat boy again
what was up here yesterday
"Dat's de way. I give de dog-call
daisy de double cross an I think she
had it comm. Pups is all right, but
when it comes to putin new moved
hay in dere bath water, kissin' 'em on
de nose an feedin' 'em on stewed cream
puffs an fried lady fingers it's time for
somebody to call de wagon.