The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-09-13

his chops. for he had drawn foist blood.
anyway.
makes quick pass of de pup to de
coachman's kid and tells him on his life
not to stop running till he'd locked de pup
up in de stables: and den 1 goes back to
de dressing tent and meets Wildly calling
for smelling salts, a doctor. bandages,
lin 'ment, de police and ambulance
What nave you done wit dat horrible
devil-dog dat has murdered my beautiful
darling pet?" she says. like tragedy &C
tress out on top of de stoige.
Madam / says, "de bull pup was shot
and drowned; and de coachman has gone
for to get a pound Of poison TO give him,
and de gardener is fixing a rope to hang
de villain for sure l says.
HE should be boined alive" Wildly says
HE will be, ma am" l says. lust as
soon as we can light a fire."
And your cat-wife should be boined
alive and sent to prison for dis murder!
says Wildly.
mo need ma am" l says. Duchess has
took a pound of carbonic acid and cut her
throat; and I'm going to get me gun for
her." / says. Let me see your beautiful
dogs leg, ma am" / says. us he much
hoit?'
Never you mind poor Fido's leg" she
says ''You go and telephone for de vet"
Well, Whiskers comes chasing and orders
me to go back and finish me clown act. dat
was included in dc dog turn. and me and
Mr.. Paul soon had de show running again,
but de audience was all laughing about de
10 hill han
Wildly hears EN- she was foist near croizy
wit rage; but she is no farmer. and pretty
soon she shifts to make a good face of IT,
for DANES like her can stand most any kind
of a game except to be made a game of
deirselves, and so she pretended to take
it as a joke and get out of being part of de
joke.
De show was a winner, boodlewise, and
If ever we finds any yacht sailors orphans
dey'Il have ice cream and candy de rest OF
DER lives; but was feeling like wished
had home as far of as Scandehoovia to
go to all de time was helping to solve re-
freshments after de ball was over. 1
knowed dat / could square myself wit Mr..
Paul all right, but l had me opinion dat
Miss Fannie would be dead sore on me for
not telling Wildly dat was going TO borrow
her poodle.
But when de folks had went and Whiskers
had drove off wit Wildly to de vets Miss
around to see dat no one was rubbering.
and den she shakes hands wit me. Dat
was beautiful done Chames," she says.
Tanks, Miss Fannie l says. What
was beautiful done?'
''Laming Mrs. Harding's poodle. so dat
de vet will have to put it out Of de woild
wit chloroform. You did it on poipose, of
course?'
Say, / was in what dey calls problem
play den. / hadn't done de poodle on poi
pose, but if it made me stand to de good
wit Miss Fannie to have her tnk dat did
was willing to stand for dat or anything
else. So 1 just looks wise and says, Tank
you, Miss Fannie and goes on me way.
But when sees Duchess L tells her to
put me wise on de game.
at is so simple" says Duchess. Mann
zelle Fannie admire Madam Harding very
well, but she despise dat Madam make so
much of dat poodle. Also Whiskaire, he
do not like de poodle. What will your
Anything OATS coming to me-" says i.
Every we'll. Ma'mzelle Fannie. she know
very true dat Madam Harding will never
more be seen wit de poodle. because a
woman like her would RAIDER be seen wit
a pair of soiled boots. or gloves-and she'd
die before dat-dan to be seen wit a ting
dat has made her OF de rediclous. So she
will now be more agreeable to Mamzelle,
and perhaps to Whiskaire."
If Duchess hadn't doped de game to me
right, I'd been paralyzed when Wildly
comes to me in few days, smiling like she
was a six time winner. and says dat de
poodle was not much holt; and did / know
Of some kind people dat would 'preciate
and tenderly care for Fido. because she
didn't tink de climate Of Westchester coun-
ty was good for de little dear's healt
/ tells her sure: dat me own mudder was
all her life dying for just such a beautiful
dog as Fido; and her old age would be like
a continuous performance picnic IL she
had poodle like Fido to board wit her.
What do you tink? Wildly tells me to
take Fido to me modder. and pays case
a whole long, one-spot-for de board of de
dog every week. Modder Is getting chesty
wit de income, and, she feeds IL prop
er, and don't coddle it, it's getting some
manners and spirit; and de old lady has
more fun wit it dan a box of monkeys
/ was satisfied to get out of de PROPOSE
ton on dat lay. but what bodders me is,
dat Duchess never got no roast nor noting,
and has smile like she is stuck on her
self whenever 1 speaks of de job and she
hae de parasol of Miss Fannie's she's
longed for. Do you spose dat French goiI
had de wit and noive to feed de poodle TO
de pup on poipose? What!