eeling that if they get a tax
receipt the money will be a dead loss, or if they put up a cellar full
of canned fruit the world will tip over on it and break every jar and
bust every tin can.

Hereafter we propose to go right along as though the world was going to
stay right side up, have our hair cut, and try and behave, and then if
old mother earth shoots off into space without any warning we will take
our chances with the rest in catching on to the corner of some passing
star and throw our leg over and get acquainted with the people there,
and maybe start a funny paper and split the star wide open.

OUR BLUE-COATED DOG POISONERS.

"Papa, the cruel policeman has murdered little Gip! He sneaked up and
frowed a nice piece of meat to Gip, and Gip he eated it, and fanked the
policeman with his tail, and runned after him and teased for more, but
the policeman fought Gip had enough, and then Gip stopped and looked
sorry he had eaten it, and pretty soon he laid down and died, and the
policeman laughed and went off feeling good. If Dan Sheehan was the
policeman any more he wouldn't poison my dog, would he, pa?"

The above was the greeting the bald-headed _Sun_ man received on
Thursday, and a pair of four-year-old brown eyes were full enough of
tears to break the heart of a policeman of many years' standing, and the
little, crushed master of the dead King Charles spaniel went to sleep
sobbing and believing that policemen were the greatest blot upon the
civilization of the nineteenth century.

Here was a little fellow that had from the day he first stood on his
feet after the scarlet fever had left him alive, been allowing his heart
to become entwined with love for that poor little dog. For nearly a year
the dog had been ready to play with the child when everybody else was
tired out, and never once had the dog been cross or backed out of a
romp, and the laughter and the barking has many a time been the only
sound of happiness in the neighborhood.

If the boy slept too long after dinner, the dog went and rooted around
him as much as to say, "Look a here, Mr. Roy, you can't play this on
your partner any longer. You get up here and we will have a high old
time, and don't you forget it." And pretty soon the sound of baby feet
and dog's toe nails would be heard on the stairs, and the circus would
commence.

If the dog slept too long of an afternoon, the boy would hunt him out,
take hold of his tail with one hand, and an