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Show UOY'B DOO. BHBP. " lit I'ullronioit Too llll-llM-lrd tu Kill lllin. A boy about ten years old went to the central police station In Kansas Clyt, Kan , one day last week, leading a line shepherd dog by a short piece uf rope tied to his collar. 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 tbe boy's face. It aeemed like a long time before he could atop crying, "llease, Ir," be sobbed, "my mother la too roor to pay for a license for Bhep, and I brought him here to have you kill him.'" Then 'ho brot o ml with another an-other wall that was I a'd all through the city building, p stood thero mute and motionless, oklng up Into the face of his young Jter, A policeman po-liceman took out his handkerchief to blow his nose and the desk sergeant went out Into the hall, absent-mindedly whistling a tune which nobody ever heard before, while tho captain remembered re-membered that be must telephone somebody. Then Chbt McFarland )ed the boy to the door, and, patting him on the head, aald kindly! "There, little lit-tle fellow, don't cry any more; run home with your dog I wouldn't kill a dog Ilk Shep for a thousand dollars." dol-lars." Oh, thank you, sir." They were tear ot Joy now. He bounded cut Into the street and ran off towards hi home with Shep prancing along snd jumping up and trying to Via the boy' fee. It waa hard to tell which vis the happiest, the boy, or tbe dog -Kanaaa City Star, |