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The Covington Star
J. W. ANDERSON. Editor and Proprietor.
LOVE’S POWER,
IThrtugli tho storms abovo it boat
E I'i'liuugli lVt! shall make thy dwelling swoot;
tho winter falleth gray,
iTfi',- | ■• shall bloom a rose of May;
A u,l beneath tho darkest night
iTliou shalt rest in peace and light.
Kind and sweet shall bo thy rest,
With Love’s roses on thy breast;
bathe dark or in the day
Ho shall kiss thy tears away.
! .Sweeter heaven may not bo
Thau the heaven Love makes for thoel
__p, L. Stanton, In Atlanta Constitution.
SAVED BY A SQUAW,
BY GERTRUDE T. MILLARD.
T was so hot that
m tho blue-gum
loaves fairly siz
VxT zlad. So hot that,
88 Teto Oberlin
looked across tbo
road from his
m ! shanty, tho out
! J \r° lines of tho Oasis
iiloon, and those of the combined
jostoflico and grocery, seemed to
saver and dance in tho furnace cur
:eut rising to the glaring, brazen sky.
Jot as it was outdoors, it was still
acre like an oven in Pete’s little one
ffOOlll hut, for the firo was blnzin n)
Liul [overseeing Pete, coatless and vestless, was
a frying-pan of bacon and
a mess of boiling potatoes.
The appetizing odor floated out of
the doorway and spread over the
neighborhood. It was distinctly no¬
ticeable as far off as the row of lopped
eucalypti beyond tho saloon. At tho
foot of ono of these trees lay what at
first sight seemed only a bundle of
rags; but a closer inspectiou revealed
ii shock of black hair and glimpses of
a brown parchment skin that indicated
[a human being. Gradually, as the
welcome aroma penetrated the crea¬
ture's befoggled brain, the heap of
rags stirred and tossed, and finally,
uplifting bodily, resolved itself into a
very dirty and torn blanket, sur¬
mounted by a hideous, blear-eyed
countenance. Tbe old bag—for it was
a woman—sniffed at tbo wandering
fragrance, trying to catch its direc¬
tion, and then staggerod unsteadily
across tho road to Pete’s cabin.
“Hello there, AA’awaga! Gettin’
over yer spree?” greeted that gentle¬
man, easily.
u Umph! No drunk! Injun hun¬
gry!” remarked the visitor.
Pete, laughing good-naturedly, ro
plied: “You wait; I’ll give you a
bite prettv quick now.”
Tho old woman squatted on her
heels by the stove and greedily oyed
the preparations for the feast, while
Pete kept his own optics steadily on
his cooking to forestall any possible
burning. Tho squaw's restless gaze
roved around the room, finally paus¬
ing at tho shelf behind tho stove,
upon which stood a cheap alarm-clock
and a big black bottle; hero it re¬
mained fixed until Pete looked at her
once more, whereupon she announced
in her quavering croak:
4 4 01’ Injun heap thirsty.
Peto laughed again, 4 i Go along
oat tor ther pump, then,” ho said.
But AVawaga’seye was still glued to
tho interesting object boforo hero.
Soon Tote himsclt went out to tho
pump, pail in hand ; immediately tho
bundle of rags by tbe wall stretched
up a arm, with tho quick and
Healthy motion of a pouuoing cat,
and, seizing tho bottle, poured the
fiery contents down through the
brown, parchment tnroat.
!*. Such an unearthly howling and yell
iug as followed this successful thieve¬
ry ! Pete dropped his pail and came
running in, to find his guest doubled
up in agony and rolling around on tho
floor screeching like mad.
“What struck her?” he cried; but
just then catching sight of the black
bottle still clutched in tho Indian’s
skinny claw, his blank look turned to
a wide grin. He dropped on tho near¬
est box, chuckling: • . My eye! ef tho
old fool ain’t drunk that ther quart o’
kesoseno! Tho terror-stricken
screaming redoubled, while the
man watched tho poor wretch’s
antics in ecstasy, 4 4 Guess it’ll
teach her to quit meddlin’, he
muttered, gleefully; but as tho mo¬
ments passed, ho began to realize that
tho matter was serious, for tho crea¬
ture’s contortions grew awful and her
anguish too groat for amusement.
Pete’s grin faded insensibly; he
scratched his head thoughtfully,
grumbling: “Don’t know as I want
tho old gal kickin’ tho bucket right
here and now, but what in tarual cre¬
ation’s a feller goiu’tor do for her ?
Oh, gosh! I know!” He bolted across
the road, sending up a choking cloud
of powdry soil, and burst into the
store. “Say, Ike, yer got any mus¬
tard?” ho demanded ; “old \A ? agaga’s
done drunk all ray coal oil, an’ I guess
it’s goin’ ter kill her! Don’t yer
hoar that screechiu’?” Ike Doinp
R 0 y, roused from his mnl-day nap,
rubbed his eyes and stretched him¬
self, then rising deliberately from the
cracker-barrel, aud thrusting his quid
into ono cheek, drawled, lazily:
(i AVal, now, where’s the hurt ef tho
el’ sot do giuusthe shake? Oh, d.oau’t
be in er rush naow ! I guess ther’s a
can er mustard raound somewhers.”
Beaching a long, lazy arm under the
counter, he clattered among bis pos¬
sessions and brought up a fistful of
yellow-brown dust. “This here null’?
Never mind payin’!” In two minutes
more Pete Oberlin laid violent hands
on the rolling heap of agony in liis
cabin, and sternly commanded,
1 . Drink this here.” She drank it.
T hen the frotiersman dragged her bod
ily outside the shanty, aud left her
alone with her misery.
After some time Pete returned to
his patient, bearing a tin plate with »
generous share of his dinuer. He pre
eented this with a flourish, mirseb and grinned
sympathetically disappeared, as the of food
When the shadows of the blue-gums
stretched long and gaunt to tho east
ward, and a mellow pink flushed tho
tojis of tho grand, distant mountains,
tipsy and squalid old squaw, in tat
tered blanket, trailed slowly up tho
‘ usty road through the foothills; and
for six months neither Ike Dempsey
nor 1 etc, nor even Bat Grogan at the
saloon. saw any more of Wawaga.
WUen Bete Oberltn reached up to
e enelf behind the stove that night,
and, after feeling vainly around in the
durkness, struck a match and examined
the surface, ho lot forth a volley of
oaths that would have shocked the
ears of a mule-driver, finishing up
old yathfiillywith: thief die, afore “VVishfc ever she I’d got let the
with hand away
my carved briar wood
P l B e>
Week after week, Pete Oberlin, in
his capacity of mail-carrier, jogged
over tho dusty plain, wouud in and
out through the foot hills, with a stop
here and there at the ranches, and
climbed over the ridge to the fort on
the reservation, always the destination
of the biggest part of his budget.
Alter the early rains had carpeted
the bare Brown hills with green and
given a glossier tinge to tho mournful
bark-stripped eucalyptus, he began to
hear ugly rumors on his trips from
farm house to farm house. There had
not been an Indian outbreak for
twenty years in that section, but some
disquieting influence was hard at work
on the redskins. Some said the Indian
Messiah was coming, others that ono
of Geronimo’s lieutenants had been
sowing this excitement among them;
bo that as it may, there was watchful
anxiety at the loot and a growing
feeling of danger in the breasts of the
neighboring ranchmen.
One soft winter’s night, whoa tho
damp-laden rain-wind blew heavily
from tho south and the low-liuug
cloud-blanket shut out every woe ray
of starlight, dark-monuted figures met
in a sheltered hill basin. Ton, twenty,
fifty, they gathered; then in single
file, with muffled hoofs, they wound
away from their prison, Several
hours later as tho mischievous band
stealthily made its way out on the
plain, a stunted figure, in a ragged
blanket, shrunk silently into the
bushes to let the cavalcade pass; and
then emerged once more from her
cover and struck into a swinging trot
in the rear of tho swift-moving riders.
A faint, angry flush of dawn peeped
over the sombre mountains as the red
skin braves surrounded the few scat
tered buildings composing Poish Sta¬
tion. A dog barked in the roar of the
aud, iu response, a sharp re¬
sent a shudder through the chill
air; with a howl of anguish,
poor beast rolled over in the dust.
the crack of the pistol, the half
men iu tho shanties came tum¬
out from different doorways.
ono was more than half dressed,
each one had snatched up his rifle.
odds are six men against fifty?
tho hastily wakened settlers stum¬
out from their cabins a leaden
rattled around them; two of their
fell, struck off at ouco by tho
k . Iujuus, by tho tarual
cried Ike Dempsey, and the
remaining defenders, now very
arousod, drew quickly
into tho storo aud blazed away
this cover at their murderous as¬
They had ammunition in
and sparo guns, Iko’s wife put
two little sobbing children into a
box in the centre oE the building
the point that was furthest from
and hereself filled the hot,
rifles. The fusilade was thick
fast, and bullets flew iu through
openings. Pat Grogan’s right arm
shattered, but he restod his gun
tho window and fired away vin
Poor Smith was shot
the lungs, and fell iu a dying
Mrs. Dempsey took his
handling her rifle deftly. Time
again some sharp howl of anguish
of a well directed shot at the half
sinister foemeu.
Morning was advancing; perhaps by
this time the flight from soldiers the reserva¬
tion was discovered, and were
coming to help them—if only they
could keep tho red devils at bay a
while longer. A r ain hope! Black
AVing, chiof of the raiders, had also
thought of tho soldiers; he concluded
it was time to make short work of
these sharp-sighted marksmen who
wero picking off his companions. There
came a sudden, fearful veiling, a swift
rush and retreat of moccasined feet,
then the pungent smell of smoko, and
the ominous crackling of the fire lick
up tho dry boards, Tbo heat became
intolerable—to remain was euro death
from the destroying clement.
1 4 We must run for it, boys!” criod
Pete Oberliu. 44 Tho door of my
shauty stands open, an’ ther’ ain’t no
Injuns inside it!”
The shot-riddled portal was flung
wide, with tho two little lads in the
middle, tho forlorn hope sought a now
refuge, their guns speaking death in
tho passage. Ike Dempsey fell in his
own doorway, shot through tho brain.
Pat Grogan fell in tho roadway, aud,
at tho same moment, tho bravo who
had shot him reelod and toppled horrible down
from his saddle, AVith a
sense of sickness, Peto saw a savage
hoTsemau bury his tomahawk iu tho
woman’s head, and then snatch up one
of the childreu and dash his skull on
the doorst mo. The other little fel
low slipped from the hand that
grasped at him aud stumbled over me
cabin threshold, barely escaping a
bnllet; a sharp whistle cut the air,
Pet© felt a stinging pain iu bis s u>u
der, and fell to the ground uncon
soiJiis.
AVith an exultant shout at the ae
struction of this last enemy, the sav
age baud swarmed from their places
of attack and hastily enteru u
buildings, stowing away whatever was
easily portable and making sai » voc
in Grogan’s stock of liquors; bu they
were sot yet far eaeagh the re-
COVINGTON, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, JUNE 4 1895.
,
servntion to allow themselves a Ion-*
stop. to force The his unruly store was burning fiercely!
Black Wing fired following to hurry,
tho saloon with his
own hand, the wooden frame blazin'*
like tinder. Ono by ouo tho sheds
and shacks wore ignited ; three or four
wretches, with fresh, gory scalps dau
gling at their belt, rushed over to ap
ply the torch to tho only remaining
building, Peter Oberlin’s shanty. A
young brave stumbled over the inaui
mate form in the pathway, and with a
whoop of delight waved his keen blade
over the thick black locks. Just as ho
stooped to his victim, an odd, long
drawn cry arrested his arm in its mo
tion. A wild and dust-covered figuro
sprang into the blood-crazed circle,
pouring out a torrent of guttural
abuse and lamentation that somehow
commanded attention.
The old woman—for it was Wawaga
—bent above the prostrate man, wav¬
ing off the armed braves, and felt for
the faintest of heartbeats; then rais¬
ing herself to her full height, shaking
back her snaky hair, and with a rude,
powerful majesty, she commanded in
her own tongue :
. t Go while yet you have time ! Bo
fore the morning has ended the sol¬
diers will be on you. This man still
lives. He is mine ; do not touch him;
you have tho scalps of the others.”
AYawaga was one of the mothers of
tho tribe, and her words had weight
with tho warriors. Black Wing
mounted his pony and all liis raiders
did likewise. In the light of the
gray, cloudy morning, a wild proces¬
sion scurried over the plain and away
once more to the mountains, where
they could find secret hiding and for
months elude their jmrsuers, -while
they kept the whole country in terror
with their thieving, burning and kill
in <r.
AVhen Pete Oberliu, lying in his own
bunk, opened his eyes on the dim
sceno lighted by the flickering fire, ho
thought he had gono through a hor¬
rible dream. Kicking off tho covers,
he sat up with a vigorous jerk, but tho
sharjipain in his shoulder made him
grind his teeth in agony. At the
same moment he became aware of a
dark figure crouched in one corner
holding a bundle of white. His sud¬
den motion and muttered exclamation
stirred the quiet watcher; stumbling
to her feet, she bore tier burden to
the pallet anti deposited it beside him.
t > Him live, lil boy,” she announced
gravely. Pete sank back beside tho
sleeping child, with a choking sensa¬
tion, half-thankfulness for their es
cipe anil half-horror at the suddenly
conjured picture of tho hoy’s mur*
Jorofl cauttiUT ttllJ IIo x C 1 ’
membered how ho was Wounded. IIow
had they two escaped scalping? How
came AA 7 awaga there? Were tho red
skins still at the station? If so, ha
must use greatest caution. Perhapi
they had kept him for torture. The
woman anticipated his queries. “In¬
juns gone! You go now, ’fore coma
back!” Pete started again upright,
maintaining his position in spite of
the shooting pain aud dreadful dizzi¬
ness.
“AVhich way shall I go, and how?”
he asked, eagerly, t • I must take lit
tie Jim! Did them raskils git all thei
bosses?
4 4 White man keep still! AVawaga
get pony! and the old woman drew
the tattered blanket around her aud
slipped noiselessly from tho room,
leaving Pete to his own busy thoughts.
She was gono but a few seconds before
sho glided iu again, muttering': “Him
ready! You go forth, no find Injuns !”
Pete felt sick and faint; he won¬
dered hoiv he could keep himself aud
the drowsy child ou the animal’s back
over the many miles of rough road
that lay between them aud safety ; it
was impossible to remain iu their de¬
fenseless position, so ho must make
tbe effort. Ho could not imagine how
tho squaw had dismissed his assailants,
aud he expected their return with
darkness to finish their programme of
vengeance.
AVawaga herself carried out the boy.
“No touch, arm hurt,” she said, mo¬
tioning away the wounded man. Very
gently she lifted tho tiny figure, still
mg tho fretful wail and coaxing him
to wake up and ride on tho pony. Sho
led the way and Pete followed; ns ho
stepped out into tho dusk, his heart
swelled at tho utter desolation, only
the scorched row of gum trees marked
the side of Bush Station beside his
forlorn little cabin.
AVith a good deal of wrenching and
pain, Pete clambered into the saddle,
the squaw lifted tho boy before him,
the man gathered tho bridge into liis
useful hand, encircling tho child with
the same arm. Boforo ho put spurs
to his horse aud set out on his perilous
journey, ho leaned down toward the
stunted aud squalid hag at the horse’s
head, saying hoarsely: “You’re a good
un, AVawaga! I’ll do as much fer you
if ever I git ther chance.”
“Ugh!” grunted the old woman,
“Squaw no good! Heap good white
man.no let ol’ Injun’die! All even
now.’ Here—ol’ squaw man.” take She 11 m—no thrust
good, b’long white
a black something into his hand, and,
turning stolidly around, re-entered
the do^olate cabin. in his
Pete Oberliu buried his spurs
animal’s flank, and the beast sprang
forward past the heaps of smoldering
cinders and tho blasted row of gum
trees and headed straight for tho
mountains. Iu his unwound©.! hand,
with the bridle, Peto held his long
lost briar-wood pipe.—San Francisco
Argonaut.
Progressive Indians.
The Yakima Indians who reside near
j Fort Simcoe, and Wash., orchards, have but not soma on, Y
tine farms ini
them have separators and other
; machinery, top buggies,
provn bank aeeouuts. One of their
am l even the
a t>s d movements is
| , pVanc , , iamiuer j rr iiration canal.-*
, &an Francisco co Lxaijiiuer.
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A AND HAIR,
ALMOST A REVOLUTION IN
FASHIONABLE MILLIXE RY.
Bonnets Have Shrunk to Nearly
Nothing—Black Hats In Style—
Four Distinct Styles la
Hairdressing.
TTT I HE able headgear fair, of tbe the Ledger, fashion-
1 says is
just at tho present moment
than Q occupying more attention
almost any department of dress.
While a few of tho conservative styles
have been retained with modifications,
there is almost a revolution uTgencral
models.
The bonnet has been shrinking U Il¬
til there is little of it left. Son ia o£
the new chip bonnets aro scarcely
larger than one’s hand. These are
narrow from front to back, fnd long
from side to side, some of t'fctn being
pointed and extending almost to the
ears. They are set well baol on the
head, and are covered with masses of
flowers, foliage, crimped lisse, lace
trimmings of vurious sorte ? ribbon
bows, aigrets or ostrich-plumes.
Bonnets with projecting sections at
the sides have a thick band oMoaves
over the front and back, and'at the
sides, and supported by the chip ex¬
tensions aro very full bows that
stand out about throe inches from the
sides of tho head.
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A small bonnet ot chip is trimmed
with side-plaited crepo lisse, with
satin stripes running through the
edge. This lisse is made into loops,
rosettes and fluffy plaitings, and all
through it are sprays of delicate flow
ers, tho forget-me-nots, heather,
small violets and spine being notice¬
able for their beauty, There are
many "bonnets pretty bonnets with jet edges,
also made entirely of jet with
trimming of ribbon-loops and jetted
aigrets. These bead bonnets aro
heavy, which is the only objection to
them, as they aro extremely stylish
and becoming to almost every one.
There are bonnets with large, puffy
crowns with the edges of chip, also a
great deal of open-work and braid made
into plaitings, rosettes coronets.
Some of the bonnets are almost
enough trimmed to wear as they are
if one pins on a bit of flower and foti
age.
THE MODISH COIFFURE.
There are two distinct styles of hair¬
dressing in vogue at the moment and
tho modish woman must elect to one
or tho other, as she cannot affect
both without an entire change of ac
cessones. AVith the little Dutch bon
ne t 3 worn far back on ihe Lead, the
hair should bo parted and drawn
plainly back, in what may bo termed
a severe Colonial style. To the woman
which this style suits at all, it is very
becoming, but there are other women
who cannot stand it, anl the pity of
it is that such seem not to discover its
trying qualities. French mode, is
Another, and the
the loose all-around pompadour. This
is aud is not a la Marie Antoinette ;
there is no pad used beneath the roll,
the encircling puff beiag light and
fluffy. Iu the last London success,
-The Notorious Mrs. Ebbsmitb ” now
playing at the Garrick 11 the English
j city, this soft pompadour characters. is worn The by
I all tho leading women shows the
accompanying picture vari
i ous effects without a bonnet, with the
j ! little butterfly affair, hat. aid also with
the large picture wearing this
j French women are
co jg- ure to the increasing suppression
0 f a ]] others. Iu Parit the parted
j hair is jUst „ 0 j ng 01 t altogether.
wl)en the p ' U q-p om pnd«ur is used the
! ^ (lrfl vn ,, au q it ri»iged quite
ou tlw This makes it a dif
. j 0 {or tlle wona n who owns
a head of fine long hetvy hair; such
will not well take tho roll back from
tbo face, dropping apart unbecoming¬
ly from its own weight, and it is also
hard to coil tho left-over thickness to
tho requisite degreo of flatness. Such
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women must resort to tongs and curl
papers to produco tho holdum
ness, and must mat Tbo flair very closo
at the back.
Unquestionably that woman whoso
hair is short and thick has tho best
possibilities for a varying coiffure,
and if nature has kindly endowed her
with curly locks she has achieved a
blissful condition of independence in
regard to “doing her hair.
FASHIONS FOB THE IIHLE ONES.
The little ones have fashions all
their own, and they aro dainty and
captivating enough to convert tho
most ordinary little maid into a quaint
and fascinating mortal, Tho charm
of tho stylos is their freedom from
conventionality and childlike look and
the sheer lawns and nainsooks, organ¬
dies aud exquisite dotted dimities aro
made up with full skirts and blouses
or gnimpes, the sleeves rivaling those
of their elders iu quantity puffs of mater¬
ial, but allowed to fall in to el¬
bow or wrist in graceful folds. For
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very dressy occasions soft silks in
delicate shades are used, and for or¬
dinary wear zephyrs will hold their
) own.
j jacket bodic s.
Extremely stylish are the jacket
; bodices of tho tailor-made suits, sin
gle breasted and cut very short with a
full ripple at the back and full leg of
mutton sleeves. Illuminated serge is
used in many of the models noticed
and with cloth will be the favorite fa
brie of the season. Rhinestone but
tons as well as smoked peail aud cut
steel are largely used for decoration
on tho new gowns. Etamine is occa
sionally employed for a fluffy dress
for a young girl not yet out, and ia
beautifully combined with chiffon and
ribbon trimming.
VOL. XXI. NO. 10.
A BIG POUND.
HOW NEW YORK TREATS
STRAY DOGS AND CATS.
Humane Methods Prevail Now in
Doing the' Unclaimed Animals
to Death—They Arc De¬
stroyed by Gas.
I T law lost securing was “tor and one strayed tho the year better rights on animals, XIay protection 1 since and of
of tho
thereof” went into effect. This
tho Society for tho Prevention
Cruelty to Animals the emoluments
tho dog licenses, with the
and responsibilities of tho old
pound, which was a source of
and of disputes too numerous
count. President John P.
ROjro
that the society had charge of this
work, that is, up to January 1, 22,025
dogs and cats were picked up by its
wagons and taken to the “shelter,” at
tho foot of East 102d street, where
they were either destroyed or re¬
deemed. Of these animals 5111 were
dogs, of which G32 were retnrned to
their owners. President Haines does
not think there will bo anything like
Buch a harvest this year, for several
reasons. One is that as the thinning
out of stray dogs has been going on for
several years, their number has been
largely diminished; another is that
his agents, who are engaged on a sal¬
ary, havo no thirty to fifty cents a
head stimulus to mako them grab
pet dogs from women’s arms.
Three dollars, as formerly, is the
prico one must pay to redeem his pet
aog or cat irons the New York shelter,
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with this difference, that there is now
no charge for licensed dogs when
claimed by their owners, nor for cats
with collars on. All animals except
those consigned to the pound aro kept
forty-eight hours, and are then placed
in a vault, where they are quickly aud
painlessly put out of the way by gas.
A neatly painted long, low building,
bearing on its ridgepole the sign
4 4 Shelter for Lost and Strayed Ami
mals,” with a. cool, refreshing back¬
ground of the waters of the East River,
is tho picture that greets the anxious
owner of a lost pet or the curious vis¬
itor at East 102d street. The com¬
parison of an Indian dugout to a
modern man-of-war illustrates no more
striking a difference than the one be¬
tween the old dog-pound at the foot
of East Sixteenth street, and the
present shelter. The former New
York City dog pound was dirty, dis¬
gracefully brutal in all of its appoint¬
ments, and was the scene of constant
recriminations and quarrels between tho
the owners of captured pets and
ruffians who had captured them, or
the officials in charge.
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From the wide open door of the of¬
fice f.t the entrance to the shelter
everything beams with humanity,
The big wagons that go out after
dogs and cats are no longer grewsome
deathtraps for snatching up and tor
turino unhappy curs, but cheerful
ambulances, painted in blue and gold,
olten sent for to remove suffering am
mals. Tho keeper, John Read, is a
humanitarian, and the assistants hau
die the dogs and cats as if they loved
them. The shelter is divided into
three long run* on ono side, and has
kennels for the more valuable of tho
dogs, and cages for tho cats on tho
other side of the open space down tho
middle, which enables visitors and
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claimants to walk entirely .through it,
viewing everything. It wouldn’t bo
true to say there is no noise here.
There is lots of it. But the yelps and
moans of pain and the long drawn out
howls of agony ore not heard. In two
long pen’s aro the dogs brought in that
day and in a third those condemned
for the day’s killing. Tn the single
and double kennels are the more valu¬
able of tho condemned creatures, which
aro being kept for possiblo reclama¬
tion a little longer than the prescribe'!
forty-eight hours._
All is excitement as the arrival of a
downtown wagon or ambulance is an¬
nounced. It lias been out since early
morning, has had half a dozen places
to call at by request for dogs or cats,
aud may have picked up others on its
rounds. There may be something
valuable in the way of dogflesfi. Tho
big front doors fly open ; the wagon
backs in, und they swing to again.
The wire gates at tho back of tho
wagon open, and the dogs aro lifted
gently out. All do not want to come.
Now and then a savage cur shows his
teeth and placeB himself so well in a
corner that it is a little difficult to
dislodge him. But the keeper doesn’t
first beat him into insensibility with
a long stick, and then kick his body
into the hands of some brute waiting
to throw it into the big run, perhaps
incidentally breaking one or more of
his lege. No; one of the assistants
gently lassoes him with a bit of rope,
| taking, perhaps, by way of precau¬
tion, an extra deft twist about the an¬
imal’s nose, which is like putting a
muzzle on ; then they drag him to tho
door, take him by the back of tho
neck and, removing the rope, place
him carefully in the run with the oth¬
ers. Each pussy isin a wicker basket
perfectly safe from any posible an¬
noyance on the part of the dogs, even
if their barking and snapping do mako
her eyes glow, her tail swell, uud hur
! back grow into an arch.
j In the same carriage room, into
which the wagon containing the cap
tives backs, is the death cell, in
which are placed the dogs and cats to
be made away with, It is positively
sad for any lover of animals to watch
the proceedings, and yet they aro mer¬
ciful and quickly over. This cell is
built of brick, with a trap or lifting
door in the top. Every day when tho
time comes to dispose of the condemned
animals, this reservoir is filled with
gas. The cats are put in first, Cats
are much more tenacious of life than
dogs. One or two at a time the as¬
sistants place the animals in the cell.
One can look through the glass win¬
dows on the top and see them go to
sleep. It isn’t more than a minute or
two that an animal suffers, if it does
suffer at all. There is no disturbance
or noise iu the death chamber; tho
gas acts too promptly for that. Tho
carcasses are taken to Barren Island.
In Paris there are economists who ob¬
tain, from just what New-Yorkers
throw away, skins for fine gloves and
residues that are of great value in the
arts.
How to Sian a Letter,
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To an acquaintance, Yours truly,
io one to whom yon wish to show
deference, Yours respectfully, would glad.y
To one whom you
serve, Yours faithfully.
To a friend, Yours lovingly.
