Year: 1874

I


Mr.. Holleuback, of Sixth street
owns bull dog about the size of
yeariing calf, and the whole neighbor
hood has TO walk on its tip-toes an,


put on respectful looks when that dos


Is turned loose. The other night Mr.


HOllenback was telling a crowd in {


corner grocery what a prize-medal q


dog he had, and how he could prance


over anything in Detroit, when young


man named Madden, who owns fiddle


and fddles it most of the time. said


he'd bet money that he could ma ke the


Hollenbaek canine quake and tremble


under the power of music. He said


he never saw dog which couldn't be


tiddled out of countenance in FIVE min-


utes by the clock, and he had tried


lots of them. Mr.. Hollenback grinned


with delight, and it was arranged that


the young man should try it on right


away. Madden got his fiddle and the
crowd went over to Hollenbaek's. The


dog was called into the kitchen, and


then the crowd slipped out, one by


one, leaving MAIDEN alone. Gross


eyed Terror such is the enemy's


name-didn't know what to think of


the proceedings, and he sat up and


gave Madden look in which border


rufhanism inquiry, deceit, and astonish-
'ment were about equally mingled. The


fiddle was poised and the young man


commenced fddling a sad tune, some-


thing like Mother is Dead" The


dog rose up at the first note and bent
an earnest look on the fiddle. He had


probably never seen fiddle before,
and he was in doubt as TO whether it
was new kind of dog or an internal


machine. As the tune began to draw
out logger aud longer Cross-eyed Ter
ror took step forward and gave ut
terance to growl which made thines
tremble. Madden looked fixedly at
the animal and sawed away until it be- !
came evident that he hadn't better !
keep that tune much longer, and he |
changed of ON to something lively. |
The dogs bristles rose up and his eyes !
assumed hungry look. The young
man changed to a chant, and the dog i
came little nearer, and his under lip |
fell down like the end-b of coal 1
cart. A man that was looking through
the key-hole of the door remarked that
he wouldn't be in there for forty mil
lion dollars. and the excited whispers
of the crowd seemed to excite the dog
He uttered several growls, and in his
own language inquired, What do you
take me for, anyway" Madden had
faith and he struck up The Green
Shores OF Ireland" He hadn't even
sighted the green shores" before
Gross eyed Terror laid hold of him by
the hip and gave him scientific toss.
Next moment fiddle and dog and howl
and growl were all mixed up together.
Madden shouted for the crowd to rush
n, and the dog growled out that this
was private cotillion. with no admis-
sion for outsiders. The yourg man


lived about a year and half in less
han a minute Hewent over the stove
With whoop. around the table with a
Iell, and felt his cOat-tails go of as he
stopped for an instant to raise the win
low-sash. The crowd rushed in as
'oon as they understood what was going
IN. They found Madden lying on his
ace, and the dog was trying to get a
lold somewhere so that he could lift .
him up and administer the terrier
ihake." They pounded the canine
With chair, kicked his ribs and yell
ID Tor him to let go, and finally they
had to throw pail of cold water over
lin. Mr.. Madden could hardly get !
Up, and when once up he couldn't sit
Town.. He had bites all over him and
few thrown in ITO boot" and the
argest p;eee of his valuable fiddle
vas just the size of an Arizona tooth :
,ick. The doctor is still putting plas-
ers on him, and as fast as he thinks .
he has got the bites all plastered he
urns the patient over and finds two or I
hree more. A hand-organ or horse
iddle may "soohe the savage beast"
,ut violin won I, and all sixth street ,
will bet on it.-Detrou Free Press. ,