Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1903-11-05
DISCOVERING A A
Am Instance Which Goes to Show
That You Can Not Judge from
Appearances.

A tramp came slowly up the village
street and stopped to lean against a
post. We looked him over in his rags
and dirt and general toughness, and
wondered whether there was any ten
der sentiment left in his soul. One
thought CT him as having a craving for
strong drink-of being ready with a
lying tale of distressed adding to his
degradation day by day, says a Detroit
Free Press writer.
No, such a mar could have no senti-
ment left. Some might have even
wondered if the soul had not rebelled
and parted company with the body.
By and by, just as an otficious consta-
BILE was about to order the vagrant to
move on, he was Joined by a dog that
fifty represented him. He was a cur
of low degree IN color, build and spirit,
who had Jagged on his way to gnaW a
bone in the ditch. He was an estray-
a homeless, friendless canine, and yet
it was not so. The tramp smiled as the
dog came up, and when the animal
licked his hand he snapped his fingers
and said:
II was waitin' for We, Bob, and rest
in my legs at the same time. Find any
thing to eat? Well, | haven't. Don't
seem to be any free spread in this town
to-day. Ready to go ahead, old dog?'
The tramp was still a tramp as we
.-,,, Is., l,,+ L;r would ~f 1,snl->nrc tO
the cur, who owned his mastery, told
us that he had once been a man The
two had just moved out into the street
to jog along. the man furtively glanc-
ing around as if he fully realized the
hostility of his kind, and the dog fol-
lowed close at his heels for protection,
when a runaway team turned the cor
ner. There were cries of warning, but
enough and was run down. When they
carried him into a stable and the doc
tor told him that he had not half an
hour to live, he looked around for a
few minutes and then asked for his
dog. The animal was brought in and
the crowd fell back that he might get
to his master. The man painfully
| stretched out an arm, and the dog lay
down on it with a whimper of salts
faction.
Bob" said the dying master, GIVE
come to the end of my tramp and we
must part. Together we have padded off
a thousand miles on the highways. We
have slept in barns-under haystacks,
in fence corners-in the woods. We've
had good luck and bad. but we've
shared and shared alike. You've heard
me whistle, old dog, as I thought of
the future, and you've seen my tears
as I remembered the past. I'm only a
tramp, Bob, with all the world agin
me, and you have been the only friend
to stick to me. It's a pauper grave
now, and you'll be left alone and
~friendless. It's not for me, Bob, but
it's what's to become of you. Will
some constable shoot you down? Viii
| you find a new tramp master? Lickin'
my hand, poor old dog, and | can hear
| y'ul NHiAipCio, pul u llI6 hdl
and the road is long-and Bob, old
dog
And we turned away our heads and
whispered, each one to himself: "Be-
hnld! he was a mar among men!"
His Notion of n Diploma.
Dock" Squires was a queer old 'yarb''
loctor of a decidedly limited education
who tlourished in New England a good
many years ago. One day some one said
% him:
"See here, dock, have you any d.
ploma?"