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Show BOY'S DOG, SHEP. Kansas City Policeman Too Big-Hearted to Kill Him. A boy about ten years old went to the central police station in Kansas Ciyt, Kan., one day last week, leading a fine shepherd dog by a short piece oi rope tied to his coilar. The boy's face was red and swollen and he was crying. cry-ing. "Well, well, well, what's the matter mat-ter here?" asked a big policeman, stooping down and looking into the boy's face. It seemed like a long time before he 'could stop crying. "Piease sir," he sobbed, "my mother is too poor to pay for a license for Shep, and I brought him here to. have you kill him." Then he broke out with another an-other wail that was heard all through the city building. Shep stood there mute and motionless, looking up Jntc the face of his young master. A po-licenwtn po-licenwtn took out his handkerchief tc blow his nose and the desk sergeanl went out into the hall, absent-mindedly whistling a tune which nobody ev'ei heard before, while the captain remembered re-membered that he must telephont someoody. Then Chijf McFarland lei the boy to the door, and, patting hira r,r. the hour! onil kindlv- "There lit. tie fellow, don't cry any more; rur home with your dog. I wouldn't kit a dog like Shep for a thousand dollars." dol-lars." "Oh, thank. you, sir." Thej were tears of joy now. He bounded out into the street and ran off towards his home with Shep prancing along and jumping up and trying to kiss the boy's face. It was hard to tell which was the happiest, the boy, or the dog Kansas City Star. |