The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-10-14
4 RUNAWAY TO SAVE NIKE.
aaD EXPERIENCES OF A GOOD
coy FROM PHILADELP ETA.

Save DOG C~Ouueuueu Toy baUnH--DOH
stolen From Him at Last and Hes
waiting, . Prisoner, % ne Taken Homo
Mike, q little Irish terrier, was sentenced
n death in Philadelphia two weeks ago
because be sank his teeth into The leg Of q
lad who was tormenting him. When the
doR's pal and owner, one Maurice Smith,
a years old, returned from school on that
fatal day Mike told him as best he could
that the Jig was up, there was no hope,
because the laws OF the Quaker City say
that any dog that bites q person must be
killed.
Now, Maurice was always a good boy
and never had any inclination to run away
from home, but he knew very well that II
he stayed Mikes career would be ended.
He would have to fee from home to save
Nike, no matter how much worry he caused
his mother and father and sisters. Mike
must be saved at all hazards.
When the cop came to take Mike of to
the station house there was no Mike to be
found. Neither was there any Maurice to
explain Mikes di~sappearance. The cop
thought the lad had taken the dog OF
to hide him somewhere in the vicinity. but
Ny. ard Mrs. Smith knew batter. Thew
ulfCONeTeu tAhJ Bue 10Y y SAYINGS OA0k
had been opened and sl4 was missing.
Maurice went straight to his ohum, Willie
johnson, who lives on Rambler street, near
the Smiths, and told him the only escape
was in flight. Willie not only agreed that
that was the right thing, but volunteered
10 70 along with Maurice and Mike. That
night the three struck the blazed trail for
New York. Maurice bought the tickets
and they had no difficulty in getting by
without being detected.
With the balance of the money the two
lads had a bully time and saw all the sights
in the city hat interest thirteen
ysar-old kids. But day by day the bank
account ~dwindled, until they had to think
hard as to how to make nc meet. There
we're lots Of places where they could find
shelter if it wasn't for Mike. Willie was
for sending Mike adrift in New York, but
Maurice wouldn't hear OF it.. He would
stick it out with Mike no matter what turned
up.
The lads had managed to hire a cheap
furnished room on Hamilton street from
an Italian woman, who exacted 10 cents
extra a week for the housing of Mike. But
at the end of the first week the rent was not
forthcoming and the lads we're turned out.
They hit the bricks all that night and the
following day Willie earned a quarter by
carrying a valise for a woman on her way
to the Pennsylvania ferry. The quarter
started them in the newspaper business,
but composition was 80 keen that they didn't
make out very we'll.
A newsie at the bridge told them of the
lodging house on New Chambers street,
and the youngsters, worn out and hungry,
made a bee line for it..
"No dogsAIlowed here said the clerk
Maurice's hopes fell. He was awfully
sleepy; 50 was Mike, and they had to have
a place to lie down. You 20 up to bed
now" he told Willie, "and I'll sneak in a
little later with Mike under my coat"
Maurice tried the game, going out of
the lodging house and returning a little
later. Mike remained as quiet as could be,
and the clerk, believing that the lad had
sent the dog on his way, allowed Maurice
20 60 10 a do%rnitory. All the time Mike
was doubled up under his pals coat.
Once in bed it was a matter OF a few sec
onds for Maurice and Mike to pass into the
Land Of Nod. Now there are lots of lads,
guests at the Newsboys' Lodging House,
they saw a strange newsie in bed with a
wiry haired little dog alongside of him they
sat up and took notice.
who's de bloke wild de mutt" one of
the leWSleB dShSu JuC CICTh Wltn no WENT
downstairs. -Dere's a guy up dere wot's
sleepin' wild a kiyi."
Maurice was dreaming OF his home in
far of Philadelphia when he was roughly
shaken. He rubbed his eyes, sat up in
bed to see hat Mike was safe and then
inquired what was the matter. The clerk
was bending over him n the lad didn't
like the look in his eye.
Now say, kid he roared, sits too cold
to send you adrift this hour Of the morn
inn h,,k chat mutt has ~ aufd Won n0n
stay but we won't stand for the dog
Cant you let him bunk IL out with me7'
the lad pleaded. mike don't know no
body around here an he'll surely get lost"
Nothing doing, said the clerk; I'm
Maurice, stll half asleep, got up and
slipped into his clothes. Willie. sound
asleep at the far end Of the dormitory, was
dreaming OF what would be handed to him
when he was finally caught and shipped
and seemed to say: Never mind, kid, well
stick It out together"
And out into the cold, cheerless morning,
with the wind bowling along Park row,
the street, Mike at his heels. Where they
vent neither the lad nor Mike knew. They
wandered all over until daybreak and then
started down town for the lodging house
70 meet Willie. When they arrived there
Willie had gone, and from that day to this
~ huHA NDNCAA oDoAa
Every night SINGS then Maurice and Mike
have slept either in the parks or doorways.
The lad preferred Central Park, because
he could stow away behind a dump of
bushes and he and Mike could escape
detection. But these last few nights it
was too cold out Of doors and the Railways
on the East Side afforded the best proteo-
ton.
Maurice would have given himself up a
dozen times il il hadn't been for Mike.
Every time he felt like telling a cop that he
had run away from home and wanted 10
go back he thought Of the fate that awaited
mis- beloved Mike, and he baked.
But the heartrending climax came when
Maurice lost Mike. he was trying to pick
up a JOB down at the Cortlapdt street ferry
when a newsie seized Mike and ran Oh
for all he was worth. Maurice gave chase, I
but the thief got away. All night long the 1
lad hunted high and low for the dog, but 4,
no trace OF him could he get. Early yester- :
day morning he had wandered aimlessly Z
until he reached Third avenue and IO2d 7
street. He had gone TO all the places where I
he and Mike bunked out, hoping against i
him. Z
Policeman Barlow Of the East iO4th :
street station was doing his best to keep
warm at I O'Clock yesterday morning when
q little fellow approached him.
How can / find my do03' he asked