The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-01-03
e IICKEY was sitting on the bot
M tom step Of the stairs In front
4 u Of police headquarters re-

early summer sun and passing j. on as
comfort to a stray dog which Squatted
confidently between his knees. Chief
Sullivan came up softly behind the
lamppost against which the hoy rested
his back.
Mickey knew the Chief was there. A
movement of the dog had warned him
OF the approach, and out OF the tail of
his eye he could see that the big fell
Ter" was listening. And that was just
what Mickey wantes. He soothed the
dog and, pretending to be unaware OF
the eavedropping, went on talking
You amt no more lost than I am"
he was saying to the dog. Nope. You
think you are, but you amt. You amt
no more lost than most Of those things
you see walkin' around on their two
hind legs They think they amt lost,
and they are. just tn opposite from
you. And they're lost forever and ever
and ever; and you amt. And they're
glad they're lost. and you're sorry. You
are a good dog"
Mickey paused, stroklng the cur,
whose tail gave a delighted little
wiggle.
And they amt" the boy added
A detective-sergeant came down the
steps and. seeing the Chief. was about
to salute; but Sullivan motoned to
him not to, and winked.
Lo, Mick" the detective said as he
<epped carefully around the dogs tail
Mickey made no response to the
greeting, except that he also winked
ne grin no
old friendly-ferce feud between the
Chief OF Police and the boy reporter
was the Joke Of the whole force. 1t
was perfectly understood that these
two worldly creatures, though they
fought constantly, were constant
friends. and, as for the score. that
was about even. sullivan was the
shrewdest chief the force ever had;
that, and his size, was the reason they
called him "ihe big fellow; but he was
no more than a match for Mickey the
Mick"
And say, Doggle." the boy continued
when the grinning detective was gone.
you think you amt got a friend in the
world. That's sad; yes, poor old fell
low, that's too bad. But who has
What yaller dog has a true friend that
amt yaler himself?
1 l.
big Teller. who Is stuck up on his two
hind legs high enough to look right
down the throats of his friends into
their insides. and they amt his friends
Never were. And he can't see it. Nope
lie can't see it'll they show him, and
then? What do you think he does
then? He gets surprised and mad"
The Chief understood. then, that
Mickey knew he was present. so he
pulled his cigar back to glow and
leaned more comfortably against the
post to hear more. lie heard more
"You see, Doggie Dog, you've strayed
from your friend, and that amt so
bad But this big Teller, his friend
had strayed from him; and his friend
was as yaller as You aud-ths big
Teller never noticed that his friend was
yaller. Nope; he asst him to do yallyr
things; but he didn't see he was yaller
not even when he promised he'd do
them yaller things. You're a strange
dog, Doggie Dog. and yaller but YOU
amt so strange, nor SO yaller as some
OF these strange, yaller things YOU see
dodgin around behind lampposts Nope
The Chief took his cigar out of his
mouth and spit, but he didn't change
his position.
whats tn name O. your yallcr dog
Mickey" he asked.
without looking uo or around Mickey
answered:
"Jim," he said Course ] don't know
what his mother named him, because
he's n poor, lost dog. but / thought TIA
call him Jim after that poor lost police
aptain, James Twi,chcll: partly le-
cause he's lost. partly because Of, the
color and partly"
"All right" said the Chief ego ana
call the gang" Ana he came around
In front OF the hoy and was starting
up the stairs, when he paused Mickey
was bidding farewell TO the dog
"Good-by, jim" said Mickey. sadly
"You gotter move on. I'm sorry. but
you amt no more use to me And
you won't suffer much. There's the
swil barrels, Jim They amt SO good
as tn best Tenderloin hotels, hut never
mind There's a living for YOU 40
yaller dog ever starves to death in New
York. They get run over, sometimes
but-s'long, Jim"
Mickey rose as he spoke The dog
stood back, watching him, and the look
on his face was very like that on the
Chiefs-eXpectant. puzzled. but ar'eC-
tlonate. And both their tails wJgged
obviously, as the boy called up at the
windows of the branch offices" Of the
press.
Come on" he cried, "th' Chiefs got
story to give OUT
When "the press" pushed into the
Chiefs office Sullivan was wriggling
into his uniform coat His face was
expressionless. Going TO his desk ne
picked up piece Of paper; blank
Mickey noticed.
"'Taint much " he said "nnl,, Cam,