Los Angeles herald., 1905-09-03

for the property and preserved its
residential character.
Mr.. Eno's operations were on much
the same plan, although on a smaller
scale. Gen. Daniel e. Sickles, r. Hall
Mccormick and the late Dean Hoffman
also played important parts in preserv-
ing the character Of this part of the
famous old street.
Maybe 1t was coincidence; maybe it
was proof that dogs possess as much
average intelligence as human beings.
Anyway, 1t happened.
1t was at the Tenderloin police sta
tion on a recent afternoon. The SER
geant was writing at the desk, and the
doorman was nodding from the heat.
Then came scratching at the door.
1t was repeated, and when the door
was opened, in trotted a little black
and tan dog, limping painfully on
bleeding.
Straight up to the sergeant's desk
limped the little terrier, looking up and
whining, with a sort of won't you
help a fellow?" air.
"Get Some rags quick and make q
bed for that dog" ordered the big Ger
man sergeant. "Then telephone the s.
P. c. A. to come and patch him up"
Aoo 10 o1S
and tan away after his leg had been
splintered, and the veterinarian said
he would be all right in few weeks.
The dog had been run over by street
car.
"That dog comes to my home when
you are through with him." shouted the
police doorman to the veterinarian, as
the ambulance went away.
Park Row is losing an old landmark.
The Tribune tower is being demolished
and the old clock is gone. For years
this clock has been the reliance of
thousands of people, who could not see
the city hall clock because Of the trees.
1t is not generally known that up in
that old tower Whitelaw Reid, ambas-
sador to the court of St. James and
long the editor-in-c Of the Tribune,
had an elaborately furnished suite Of
apartments, to which he retired wilen-
ever the notion seized him. There was
an attractive bedroom, a bathroom, a
lounging room and a parlor right
under the clock. A feature of the
tower apartments was a secret en-
trance by means of sliding panels.
While tearing out the old clock the
workmen were amazed at their find.
Hardly anyone outside Of few Of Mr..
Reid's personal friends were aware Of
the existence of his downtown fiat.
United States Marshal Henkel had
embarrassing difficulties with an Italian
prisoner few days ago.
The Italian, one Vito Catalonotto,
had been arrested for falsely swear
ing he was an American citizen,
in an attempt to get fellow italian
through the immigration lines at Ellis
island. The court ordered the mans
discharge, because the Italian did not
understand English, and the judge did
not believe he knew what he was swea~-
ing to in his affidavit. Then the
troubles of Henkel began.
"You can go now," said the marshall
to his prisoner. The latter smiled un-
comprehendingly. The marshal mo-
toned him away, but the Italian fol-
lowed the marshal around like dog,
still smiling and apparently pleased at
being able to show that he did not
want to run away. This continued for
half an hour, when the marshal's
patience gave out. He called a subor-
dinate and handed him dollar.
Here" he said, "take that Dago
out; buy him a dinner and lose him. II
you come back with him you get fired"
New York state is in the business Of
running a fiathouse in the borough OF
Brooklyn. 1t is not very pretentious
place, but it is part of the estate of the
late Maj. William Kinnelly, who was
we'll known in Brooklyn.
When he died several years ago no