FIGHTING FATE.

Globe, Volume IX, Issue 1264, 6 April 1878, Page 3

FIGHTING FATE.

A hoy about thirt on years old was Saturday fnreuoon drawing a big, an-akish-fook-ing cur along High street to fiud an owner for the canine. Ringing a door-bell he said to the housemaid who -mswered it ' I've brought your dog home.' 'My dog !' she exclaimed as she looked down upon the embarrassed dog 1 Yes, gimme two shilling, and I'll tie him up in the back yard.' ' I'll give you a broom sticking if yon don t leave 1' she screamed as she grabbed for him. He dragged the dog across the street to where a girl was scrubbing the front steps and bring g a smile to hi< face he 'aid—- ' Your feller in Chicago sent you this dorg by express to put in your Uhri-tr>as stocking. The chargns are 50 cents. Where shall I tie him up ? ' ' Git out with ye—l'm no green horn !' she said, as she raised the brush to hit him The boy pulled on the rope with both h*nds. and got the reluctant dog half a block further, when he met a b>y carrying home ten pounds of buckwheat flour He blocked the w*y, and s,iid ' Bub, yer father told me to bring this do -g up to you, and collect SO cents ' ' I hain't got no father,' answered the lad. ' Who said you had -1 wao only fooling. Say, Bub, this ere is the b«aut fullest do»g you ever set eye* on He kin sing, dance clean off the snow from the walk and brin* in rabbits from the country. I'll take a quarter for him.' ; I ham t got no mon>y,' replied the boy. • I'll trade him for a knife.' ' 1 haiu't got no knife.' ' Any old skates ?' ' No,' anawf red the boy with Ihe flour, as he dodged around the d-jg and hurried on. The other looked down on the canine with mingled sadnens and indignation. The do*, brace i back at an acute angle, his eyes abut and his tail lying on the walk, waiting for the boy to say—- ' Oh-hh I if I knew how to swear how I'd blast ye ! I kept you hid away for a we*k, and I've hauled you nil over town, a d you hain't a three c ntdogl I've tit fase for more'n a m »nth to git some chink fo< hnstmas, and hera I am, d»ad broke an" no assets butyou, yon old noJe-leath rco'orKi skulk ! I've got desperate, aud I'm goi gto sh«d your b'ood !' Hi siackeat-d on 'he rope to admini-t r a kick, and thr dog made a j imp a<id gained hiR libery. H> ran off around ttie corn' r. urdthebiy leaned against atne-bxand mußed ' There's only one plan left. I'll take parng">ric «nough ti make me sleep from Monday •ight to ednesdav mTiling, and I won't kno*- nuthin' 'bout C in.t'uas not gut.hm' I'