The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-04-23

which He Does Not Understand, ana lie slts
on Her Doorstep o. Nights Crying Aloud
and Hoping to see Her Turn From
Grand street Into Winett street Again
George Dewey sat on the topmost step
Of the stoop at 10 Willett street and howled
his wo through the canon Of tenements'
Windows did not pop open and the neigh
bors RETAINED from throwing old shoes
and tin cans, as Is their custom In times
Of such disturbance. Instead, they rolled
over in bed, little annoyed at being walked
maybe, and only said:
1T Is that little dog Of poor Mrs. McAlhs-
ter, and she's been dead these three weeks.
George Dewey is a red, ragged dog the
size Of a large shoe boN. lie Is not much
u look at. His temper Il querulous and
poevlsh. His ancestry is so uncertain That
even old Thomas Doorgan, who has dealt
In dogs with moderate success for thirty
three years in the same block, cannot throw
any light on it. The terrier in George
Dewey Is ineKtricably mixed. There is a
bit Of the fox, something Of the skye and
a slight suggestion Of the bull in his make
up. But there isn't blue ribbon winner
that could eat out Of the same pan with
George Dewey for smartness, and the neigh
bors in Willett street maintain solemnly
that his heart is human. DOoTgan, man
who finds it difficult 10 speak many words
because he has talked with dogs so long,
became quite loquacious about Dewey.
'Im cussed,' said the old man emphat-
Ically, IF that dog amt a queer one. What's
that you call II now2 Transformation Of
souls, Gays you, and mebbe you've hit 1t,
though don't hold much by such doc
trine; but II there wasn't slip up some
where in the makin's Of things and the soul
OF somebody with Ted hair and bad tenn
per and a good heart didn't get in that dog,
then you may crack me for a liar
Deputy United States Marshal John
Stiebling who lives across the street from
George Dewey, contented himself with
remarking that he had been intimately
acquainted with the red mongrel for six
years and that Dewey had actually done
things that nobody would think it was In
dog TO do.
Six years ago a wabbly pup wandered
into Willett street at the end Of a dirty
piece of string. A boy was at the other end.
Mrs. Robert MoAllister, the wife Of an old
sailor, who has lived at No. 10 for twenty
five years, saw the dog and offered the
boy i've cents and a piece Of Taisin cake.
The offer was accepted and Mrs. MCAllister
made the best bargain Of her life
One winter night Mrs. MCAlister was
very III, helpless In bed. Old Robert was
everybody in the tenement was asleep.
The old woman was awakened by Dewey's
whining. The dog jumped on the bed
and OF again, ran to the door and back,
and nearly went into dog mysteries. Mrs;
MoAllisteT got 80 alarmed that she managed
20 crawl out Of bed, open the door and drag
herself n 60 the hall, where she found that
the house was aiire. She screamed and
Dewey barked, and between them they
managed to get the folks IN the house
awake. In few minutes before the fire.
men arrived, everybody was out, carrying
the sick woman, too, Dewey jumping hap
PLY along by her side. OF course no one
knows what might have happened, but the
old woman firmly believed she would have
burned 10 death in her room II II hadn't
been for the little dogs sense.
There are other such tales about Dewey
IN Willett street Everybody in the block
remembers the summer day three years
ago when n mad dog, a crazy yellow hound
from nobody knows where, ran amuck
through the street making for a lot Of chill
dren that were playing IN front OF Mrs.
MoAllister's. Out popped Dewey, caught
the hound by the throat and hung on until
policeman came and shot the mad dog
Dewey was marketman, mail carrier and
dog Of all work for the family: Mrs. meal
lister used TO put the handle Of old Roberts
dinner pail In his mouth at night and send
him out and he would 20 straight TO the
store where McAllister was night watch
man. He wasn't popular with the children,
friends with strangers, but he did not
cherish malice. Still II wasn't good for
anybody TO play tricks on Dewey and eX-
peot 70 go scot free. A very bad little boy
Of Willett street once played a fine joke.
He gave Dewey piece of sausage, Of which
Dewey is excessively fond. Dewey swal-
lowedit and was panied to learn few sec
onds afterward that the piece Of sausage
contained red pepper and mustard, which
are not good for little dogs insides. Tho
hoy had fed but Dewey bided his time.
Il was two weeks before he saw the boy again
and when he did he bit him severely on the
leg. Even the boys mother hadn't many
harsh things to say about Dewey for doing
that.
and the dog was her companion most Of the
time. She taught him tricks, and Dewey
can do many surprising things, although
a appears that he n a bit ashamed Of him
self when he does them, as sensible dogs
Are said to be. McAllister says that when
he wasn't about the house and the old woman
forgot to take her medicine, Dewey would
lark and jump around and make a terrible
fuss until his wife remembered what she
lad forgotten. Old Doorgan corroborated
that story. He says he was In the house
one day and noticed Dewey playing doctor.
On April Mrs McAllister died. Death
was something quite outside Dewey's
experience, Just as trees and grass are.
OF the latter things he never saw twig OF
n blade, except such wi8ensd Affairs as
struggle In the tiny parks He insisted
denied. Al first they were afraid TO trust
him, and on tho first night Of the death
watch somebody was always In the room
But on the second night they left Dewey
alone TO watch.
When Il came time for tho funeral there
was a struggle 10 get Dewey away. MoAl-
lister shows a badly bitten finger that be