The Globe-republican., 1904-01-21
revolver and 90 out and kill the poo,

r.
revolver and 60 out and kill the poor
little brute"
xiii him YOURSELF" answered Bill.
saw, I never could kill nothing" said
the druggist.
Its a shame some Of you men don't
put the poor little dog out Of Its mis-.
cry" said a woman in the crowd. ppm
going to call the police. You're lot of
towards"
'Now, if l had some chloroform," be.
gan man with gray side whiskers.
go ON broke in another ireverent-
ly. you're afraid to get within TWEEN.
ty feet Of him."
Altogether there were more than q
hundred people in the crowd, and they
stood there and talked while the poor
little pup lowled in his agony.
But even before the people the dogs
had gathered, They came running
from every direction at the first sound
Of the fox terriers yelp. No one would
have dreamed that there were so many
dogs within a mile Of that place. All
sorts and conditions Of dogs - huge,
shaggy st. Demands, lean, savage look
ing great Danes, bulldogs, daschhunds,
toy terriers, settlers, curs-blg and little
dogs, well bred and vulgar dogs.
Now it was to be expected, perhaps,
that men and women in such an emer-
gency should play the part Of towards
and stand aloof to watch the suffering
of the pup. But the assembled dogs
did the same thing-which was surpris-
ing. The dogs stood in the cutters on
both sides of the street, shifting the
blood tainted air and now and then CIV
ing vent to little excited bark Or
whine. A fox terrier and a great Dane,
indeed, left the line on one side and ad-
yanced to within six feet Of the fox ter
rier pup. But there they stood, SEEM
ingly afraid to 60 a step nearer. Some
strange influence seemed to hold men
and dogs alike spellbound. And still
the pup, writing beside the car tracks
howled in agony.
Running fast down the side street on
three sound legs came a gaunt, yellow
dog. 1t was NANCY and flea bitten. 1t
had sore eyes. One Of Its front feet
had been mashed by some heavy
weight. 1t held that foot high from
the ground and still made rapid pro-
gress. 1t was an utterly disreputable,
friendless, homeless cur.
First 1t pushed its way through the
crowd of men and women. 1t made its
way the more rapidly because people
did not like to be touched by the dirty
brute. The line Of dogs gave way also.
With its tail between Its thin hind legs
the cringing cur went straight out to
where its little brother lay in his death
agony. 1t crouched beside him in the
mud and lickedits nose with Its tongue,
all the while whining in heartbroken
sympathy.
Two women in the crowd started to
cry at the sight. Almost everybody
felt something harden in his throat.
Here" Bill called to the druggist,
"glve me that gun. There are some
things Teller can't stand.'
Bill went out into the street, took
careful aim and pulled the trigger The
little fox terrier Strengthened out stltlly
into the merciful oblivion Of death. At
the sound of the shot the yellow cur,
which had been the first and only thing
to come to the relief of Its stricken
comrade, became in an instant again a
hunted, terrified vagabond. 1t ran
down the street as fast as fear and
three legs would carry 1t.
Behind IT a fat, pampered, utterly
useless japanese spaniel-the pet, per-
haps, of an equally pampered and USE
less mistress-gave a shrlll yelp. Then
all the other dogs Joined in.
Away fled the yellow Samaritan with
more than fifty barking furies behind
IT.
Alas, the dogs are. after all, so much
like men!- Chicago Tribune.