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ALL FOR HUMANITY'S SAKE

A Story Told to Show the Good Which Comes of Good Action.

The Cruelty Practiced Against Dumb Animals -- Mrs. Peattie Writes of Something of Keen Interest.

Fanny was a gay little dog. She knew her lawny fur curled in ringlets all over her fat little body, and was quite aware of the fact that when she looked up at you quizzically from under her yellowish-brown bangs that you were sure to laugh.

In short, Fanny realized perfectly that she had in her the elements of popularity. She liked life, and her only grief was that she had not seen enough of it.

To be sure, wherever her Boy could take her he did. Fanny had noticed that almost every dog has a Boy, made, most obviously, to take the dog around and make fun for it. The trouble about Fanny's Boy was that he was away so much at school, and that after school, when any dog might expect that she would be taken out for a play, this Boy sat with his nose in a book. He managed, now and then, to stop long enough to scratch Fanny's ear, or feed her a lump of sugar. But this was but strifling to stop a gay spirited little dog who wanted to see life.

It never occurred to Fanny that it was just as hard for her Boy to stay in as it was for her, or she might not have been so foolish as to lose her temper. Perhaps none of us would ever find it worth while to lose our temper if we knew all the pros and cons of the things that vox us. However that may be, Fannie got in a passion over her Boy because he was so slow; and because he seemed to prefer books to dogs -- although there was not a book in the whole library that could wag its tale, and stand on its hind legs and bark -- and so it came about that Fanny deliberately turned her back on the house where the Boy lived, and started off down the street.

The Boy's house was on one of those quiet streets in South Omaha, which look away over the river, and the groves of willows on the bottom lands, and, higher up, the groves of puny oaks upon the Nebraska hills.

Fanny cared nothing for this. She ran as hard as she could for the busy streets where the motors were, and where men and woman walked about in an excited way, and all sorts of delightful noises were going on. Fanny was so angry with her Boy that she made up her mind to look out for a new Boy, and when she saw a tall fellow, with a swagger and a cigar, come along, she decided at once that he was the sort of person who was likely to see life and that she would follow him. She had no sooner made up her mind to this than she saw him run and jump on one of those fascinating motor cars and a second later the car was whizzing away down the track, and Fanny was running after in a perfect gale of excitement.

On and on she went, like a puff ball of fur. How delightful to have got rid of that stupid Boy! At last she came to a sort of bridge. The cars made a hollow sound as they went rolling over, and Fanny could feel the bridge shaking under her. It frightened her a little, and she ran over onto the other track in her alarm, and then! -- Then for Fanny the heavens and earth came together, and a hell of a pain tore at her tender body, and she heard the noise of the car stop.

"What is it?" said a voice.
"Run over something'?"
"Nothing but a dog."
"Throw it over the viaduct."

A man with a black face took Fanny by one of her torn legs and threw her down, down, till her crushed, cut body fell on the paving.

It was dusk already,, and the night soon fell. Men and women passed the little dog. Children came and looked at it.

Fanny screamed and screamed with the awful torment. She writhed back and forth like a worm in the dust. The night came. 'The trains thundered by. This little dog in her torment of thirst licked at the dew on her shaggy coat. Ah, the hours of torture! With morning a young man stooped over her, touching the broken limbs with tender hands. Then he left and returned with the water of which Fanny had been dreaming through those miserable hours. But now she was too weak to drink it. She could only look at it with agonized eyes. The young man understood. He lifted up the fainted head and poured water down the swollen throat. He put water on the little dog's forehead.

"Poor little wretch," he said, "I wish I had something to shoot you with."

Then he went away and the horrible torment went on. And at last, after hours of waiting there came a sudden sharp, [?] noise and shock, and the pain was over for gay little Fanny.

* * * * * * *

When the young man left the dog, which had been thrown from the viaduct, he telephoned to the police station:

"A dog was run over on the Sixteenth street viaduct last night. Some one threw it over the viaduct, and it has been lying there all night. It is suffering terribly. Can't you send a policeman down to kill it?"

The answer from the police station was:

"There is a policeman on that boat. It's his business to attend to it."

"But he isn't there," the young man answered. "I can't look all over for a policeman. I should think it was your business to --"

Whirr, whirr, whirr! The connections was rung off at the station, and the young man had to give up his attempt to relieve the little creature's sufferings, for he had to go to work. How much longer the groaning little dog laid there is not known.

* * * * * * *

But this much is known. If we had an operative society for the prevention of cruelty to animals, such suffering could be avoided.

* * * * * * *

The other day two drunken men drove a fine horse in front of a motor on Farnam street. The men were not injured. The big body of the faithful animal was almost cut in two. But with its splendid vitality it could not easily die. For hours it laid on that traveled thoroughfare, rocking its head back and forth in speechless agony, and now and then giving a sudden, awful scream of agony.

Why was it not shot?

Because a policeman is not allowed to use his judgment about shooting valuable animals, but must see the proper authorities to obtain permission first. And where "only an animal" is concerned a policemen is not apt to keep dinner waiting till he relieves such torture.

* * * * * * *

But if we had a society for the prevention of cruelty to animals the members would be possessed of both authority and gumption enough to shoot a horse, a part of whose entrails lay out upon the pavement.

* * * * * * *

Week before last a sweet young wife, who lives on a certain hill in this city, looking from her window, saw a cruel sight. A worn old horse was trying to drag up the steep incline of the hill and a wagon laden with sacks containing some heavy material -- cement, possibly. The weight was too great for the horse, and it could make no headway up the ill. The faom about the bit, where it cut the mouth, began to be [?] with red. Suddenly the man's irritation broke into uncoverable passion. he swore in a frenzied manner, and lashed the horse with a broken whip. Not content with that, he seized a board from under the seat and beat the struggling animal with that. The great, pathetic eyes of the horse rolled in agony. The young lady could stand no more. She rushed out into the street.

"Please, please do not hit the horse again," she cried. He is doing the best he can! Do not hit him."

The man turned and looked at her.

"You -- -- -- --'l" he yelled, "this is my horse! And that is your house. Get in it and mind your own business!"

The lady fled before his obscene oaths and endured the pain of hearing the blows fall harder than ever on the back of the silent animal.

* * * * * * *

The lady was helpless because she did not have a society back of her.

Now a society stands for a crystalization of public opinion. There is public opinion enough in Omaha to justify the forming of a society for the prevention of cruelty to animals.

The Women's club realizes this, and is about to undertake the formation of such a society. But it feels that it cannot make a success of such an undertaking unless the men will give it their support; unless the lawyers will be willing to assist; unless the policemen are cordial to it, and unless men and women will assist in giving evidence and assisting in prosecutions against the brutes who abuse the dumb animals. Miss Carrie Millard has been elected by the philanthropic department of the club as the president of this proposed society, and any inquiries addressed to 1818 Capitol avenue will be gladly answered by her She would also be grateful for any expressions of sympathy, that she may know where to look for assistance when it is needed.

* * * * * * *

It will be remembered that there used to be such a society in Omaha. But it has long been inoperative.

* * * * * * *

A little girl who lives not far from the High school has started a little society among her friends called "The Black Beauty Society," named of course, after Anna Sowell's famous story of a horse.

The code as written out by this little girl, for the treatment of horses, is interesting. Horses, she says, do not like their reins checked high; nor do they like a load too heavy for their strength. They do not like to be driven too fast; nor to be made to go with loads up the hillside on the slippery pavements. Neither do they like to have their tails cut up into the flesh; nor to be driven when they are in a sweat. This little girl gives it as her opinion that a person who will clip a horses tail up into the flesh, thus cutting off the ends of the nerves, has no more sense than a snail, and ought to be put in jail -- an opinion in which she will have many supporters.

The idea of encouraging such societies of children has already occurred to the Woman's club, and it contemplates distributing pledges among the children of the public schools, by singing which, the children promise to abuse no dumb animal.

* * * * * * *

There must be many women in the city, who do not belong to the club, who feel deeply upon the neglect and abuse of animals which exist in this city. It is the earnest desire of the club members that such women should either join the club, or make themselves known as sympathizers of the movement.

This may be a good place to acquaint those interested in the work with the law upon the subject.

* * * * * * *

The state statute provides that the mayor and city council of municipalities shall legislate covering this evil. However, in a general way, under the head of domestic animals, it provides that the altering of ear marks or brands is punishable by a fine of not to exceed $50, and treble the damage of the party injured. Under the caption of the killing or injuring animals of the value of $35, it provides that any person willfully or maliciously killing or destroying property of another, of the value of $35, or upwards, or shall wilfully and maliciously injure any of such animals, the property of another, to the above amount, the person or persons so offending shall be imprisoned in the penitentiary not more than three years, nor less than one year. For animals valued at less than $35, the punishment is a fine not to exceed $100, nor less than $5, or imprisonment in the county jail not more than three months, or both, at the discretion of the court. For poisoning, the penalty is a fine of $100, or imprisonment not to exceed thirty days.

The abuse most common -- abandonment -- is covered by section 67, which is as follows:

"Injuring Animals; Abandonment in Stormy Weather -- Any person or persons who shall willfully or inhumanly beat, strike, kick, wound, kill or mutilate any horse, mule, cow, sheep, or swine, or any other domesticated animal not enumerated, or any person or persons, whether offender be owner, agent or servant, who allows his team, whether horse, mule or ox, to stand tied upon the street for a time longer than four hours in cold or stormy weather, to the injury of the said team, shall upon conviction thereof be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor and be punished by a fine for each offense, in a sum not less than $5 or more than $50. And it is made the duty of any sheriff, constable, or marshal of any city or village, or any policeman to immediately arrest any person or persons violating any provisions of the act without a warrant or any process, and to call upon bystanders or others for assistance when same may be necessary to consummate the arrest. Overwork and tormenting is also deemed a misdemeanor and is punishable the same as injuring or abandoning.

* * * * * * *

The city ordinance is:

Inhuman treatment of Dumb Animals -- Section 11. It shall be unlawful for any person to cruelly, inhumanly or unnecessarily beat, injure, overload or overwork, or to insufficiently shelter or feed any horse, mule or dumb animal, or to drive, ride or work, or cause to be ridden, driven or worked, any horse, mule or dumb animal, which, by reason of any deformity, injury or disease, or other cause whatsoever, shall be incapable of being ridden, driven, or worked without suffering pain or great annoyance from such deformity, injury, disease or other cause, or to otherwise abuse any dumb animal within the

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limits of the city of Omaha, or to encourage [?] any dogs or other animals to fight in said city, and every person violating any provision of this section shall, on conviction thereof, be fined not exceeding $50 or be imprisoned not to exceed thirty days.

* * * * * * *

It is probable that the subject of the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals will come up before the club tomorrow. ELIA W. PEATTIE.

ELINOR'S DILEMMA.

"We will not discuss this unfortunate subject any more today, Elinor, but I am certain if my daughter will consult common sense she will very soon see the wisdom of my choice."

Elinor looked out of the open window straight into the heart of a bed of nasturtlums growing beneath, without seeing any of their glowing beauty. Her eyes were misty with unshed tears. She made no effort to answer her mother's words.

For fully five minutes there was silence in the room. The soft rustle of a pencil drawn over paper, in the hands of a young girl who was drawing in the clear light of an east window, was distinctly audible. Dab, dab, went the broad pencil point on the soft paper. Mrs. Scott added at least three rows to the silk mitten growing in her supple fingers. Suddenly the gleaming needs were still, and of her own accord she again approached the subject she had herself dismissed five minutes before. She was evidently determined, womanlike, to have it out with her daughter.

Mrs. Scott was, in most respects, a sensible woman; and as the most sensible people will sometimes [?] in doing what they consider, under existing circumstances, to be their duty, let us not judge her harshly for insisting that her eldest daughter should encourage the attentions of a man so eligible as Lawrence Aldrich.

"You must tell me, Elinor, just what

ALL FOR HUMANITY'S SAKE

A Story Told to Show the Good Which Comes of Good Action.

The Cruelty Practiced Against Dumb Animals -- Mrs. Peattie Writes of Something of Keen Interest.

Fanny was a gay little dog. She knew her lawny fur curled in ringlets all over her fat little body, and was quite aware of the fact that when she looked up at you quizzically from under her yellowish-brown bangs that you were sure to laugh.

In short, Fanny realized perfectly that she had in her the elements of popularity. She liked life, and her only grief was that she had not seen enough of it.

To be sure, wherever her Boy could take her he did. Fanny had noticed that almost every dog has a Boy, made, most obviously, to take the dog around and make fun for it. The trouble about Fanny's Boy was that he was away so much at school, and that after school, when any dog might expect that she would be taken out for a play, this Boy sat with his nose in a book. He managed, now and then, to stop long enough to scratch Fanny's ear, or feed her a lump of sugar. But this was but strifling to stop a gay spirited little dog who wanted to see life.

It never occurred to Fanny that it was just as hard for her Boy to stay in as it was for her, or she might not have been so foolish as to lose her temper. Perhaps none of us would ever find it worth while to lose our temper if we knew all the pros and cons of the things that vox us. However that may be, Fannie got in a passion over her Boy because he was so slow; and because he seemed to prefer books to dogs -- although there was not a book in the whole library that could wag its tale, and stand on its hind legs and bark -- and so it came about that Fanny deliberately turned her back on the house where the Boy lived, and started off down the street.

The Boy's house was on one of those quiet streets in South Omaha, which look away over the river, and the groves of willows on the bottom lands, and, higher up, the groves of puny oaks upon the Nebraska hills.

Fanny cared nothing for this. She ran as hard as she could for the busy streets where the motors were, and where men and woman walked about in an excited way, and all sorts of delightful noises were going on. Fanny was so angry with her Boy that she made up her mind to look out for a new Boy, and when she saw a tall fellow, with a swagger and a cigar, come along, she decided at once that he was the sort of person who was likely to see life and that she would follow him. She had no sooner made up her mind to this than she saw him run and jump on one of those fascinating motor cars and a second later the car was whizzing away down the track, and Fanny was running after in a perfect gale of excitement.

On and on she went, like a puff ball of fur. How delightful to have got rid of that stupid Boy! At last she came to a sort of bridge. The cars made a hollow sound as they went rolling over, and Fanny could feel the bridge shaking under her. It frightened her a little, and she ran over onto the other track in her alarm, and then! -- Then for Fanny the heavens and earth came together, and a hell of a pain tore at her tender body, and she heard the noise of the car stop.

"What is it?" said a voice.
"Run over something'?"
"Nothing but a dog."
"Throw it over the viaduct."

A man with a black face took Fanny by one of her torn legs and threw her down, down, till her crushed, cut body fell on the paving.

It was dusk already,, and the night soon fell. Men and women passed the little dog. Children came and looked at it.

Fanny screamed and screamed with the awful torment. She writhed back and forth like a worm in the dust. The night came. 'The trains thundered by. This little dog in her torment of thirst licked at the dew on her shaggy coat. Ah, the hours of torture! With morning a young man stooped over her, touching the broken limbs with tender hands. Then he left and returned with the water of which Fanny had been dreaming through those miserable hours. But now she was too weak to drink it. She could only look at it with agonized eyes. The young man understood. He lifted up the fainted head and poured water down the swollen throat. He put water on the little dog's forehead.

"Poor little wretch," he said, "I wish I had something to shoot you with."

Then he went away and the horrible torment went on. And at last, after hours of waiting there came a sudden sharp, [?] noise and shock, and the pain was over for gay little Fanny.

* * * * * * *

When the young man left the dog, which had been thrown from the viaduct, he telephoned to the police station:

"A dog was run over on the Sixteenth street viaduct last night. Some one threw it over the viaduct, and it has been lying there all night. It is suffering terribly. Can't you send a policeman down to kill it?"

The answer from the police station was:

"There is a policeman on that boat. It's his business to attend to it."

"But he isn't there," the young man answered. "I can't look all over for a policeman. I should think it was your business to --"

Whirr, whirr, whirr! The connections was rung off at the station, and the young man had to give up his attempt to relieve the little creature's sufferings, for he had to go to work. How much longer the groaning little dog laid there is not known.

* * * * * * *

But this much is known. If we had an operative society for the prevention of cruelty to animals, such suffering could be avoided.

* * * * * * *

The other day two drunken men drove a fine horse in front of a motor on Farnam street. The men were not injured. The big body of the faithful animal was almost cut in two. But with its splendid vitality it could not easily die. For hours it laid on that traveled thoroughfare, rocking its head back and forth in speechless agony, and now and then giving a sudden, awful scream of agony.

Why was it not shot?

Because a policeman is not allowed to use his judgment about shooting valuable animals, but must see the proper authorities to obtain permission first. And where "only an animal" is concerned a policemen is not apt to keep dinner waiting till he relieves such torture.

* * * * * * *

But if we had a society for the prevention of cruelty to animals the members would be possessed of both authority and gumption enough to shoot a horse, a part of whose entrails lay out upon the pavement.

* * * * * * *

Week before last a sweet young wife, who lives on a certain hill in this city, looking from her window, saw a cruel sight. A worn old horse was trying to drag up the steep incline of the hill and a wagon laden with sacks containing some heavy material -- cement, possibly. The weight was too great for the horse, and it could make no headway up the ill. The faom about the bit, where it cut the mouth, began to be [?] with red. Suddenly the man's irritation broke into uncoverable passion. he swore in a frenzied manner, and lashed the horse with a broken whip. Not content with that, he seized a board from under the seat and beat the struggling animal with that. The great, pathetic eyes of the horse rolled in agony. The young lady could stand no more. She rushed out into the street.

"Please, please do not hit the horse again," she cried. He is doing the best he can! Do not hit him."

The man turned and looked at her.

"You -- -- -- --'l" he yelled, "this is my horse! And that is your house. Get in it and mind your own business!"

The lady fled before his obscene oaths and endured the pain of hearing the blows fall harder than ever on the back of the silent animal.

* * * * * * *

The lady was helpless because she did not have a society back of her.

Now a society stands for a crystalization of public opinion. There is public opinion enough in Omaha to justify the forming of a society for the prevention of cruelty to animals.

The Women's club realizes this, and is about to undertake the formation of such a society. But it feels that it cannot make a success of such an undertaking unless the men will give it their support; unless the lawyers will be willing to assist; unless the policemen are cordial to it, and unless men and women will assist in giving evidence and assisting in prosecutions against the brutes who abuse the dumb animals. Miss Carrie Millard has been elected by the philanthropic department of the club as the president of this proposed society, and any inquiries addressed to 1818 Capitol avenue will be gladly answered by her She would also be grateful for any expressions of sympathy, that she may know where to look for assistance when it is needed.

* * * * * * *

It will be remembered that there used to be such a society in Omaha. But it has long been inoperative.

* * * * * * *

A little girl who lives not far from the High school has started a little society among her friends called "The Black Beauty Society," named of course, after Anna Sowell's famous story of a horse.

The code as written out by this little girl, for the treatment of horses, is interesting. Horses, she says, do not like their reins checked high; nor do they like a load too heavy for their strength. They do not like to be driven too fast; nor to be made to go with loads up the hillside on the slippery pavements. Neither do they like to have their tails cut up into the flesh; nor to be driven when they are in a sweat. This little girl gives it as her opinion that a person who will clip a horses tail up into the flesh, thus cutting off the ends of the nerves, has no more sense than a snail, and ought to be put in jail -- an opinion in which she will have many supporters.

The idea of encouraging such societies of children has already occurred to the Woman's club, and it contemplates distributing pledges among the children of the public schools, by singing which, the children promise to abuse no dumb animal.

* * * * * * *

There must be many women in the city, who do not belong to the club, who feel deeply upon the neglect and abuse of animals which exist in this city. It is the earnest desire of the club members that such women should either join the club, or make themselves known as sympathizers of the movement.

This may be a good place to acquaint those interested in the work with the law upon the subject.

* * * * * * *

The state statute provides that the mayor and city council of municipalities shall legislate covering this evil. However, in a general way, under the head of domestic animals, it provides that the altering of ear marks or brands is punishable by a fine of not to exceed $50, and treble the damage of the party injured. Under the caption of the killing or injuring animals of the value of $35, it provides that any person willfully or maliciously killing or destroying property of another, of the value of $35, or upwards, or shall wilfully and maliciously injure any of such animals, the property of another, to the above amount, the person or persons so offending shall be imprisoned in the penitentiary not more than three years, nor less than one year. For animals valued at less than $35, the punishment is a fine not to exceed $100, nor less than $5, or imprisonment in the county jail not more than three months, or both, at the discretion of the court. For poisoning, the penalty is a fine of $100, or imprisonment not to exceed thirty days.

The abuse most common -- abandonment -- is covered by section 67, which is as follows:

"Injuring Animals; Abandonment in Stormy Weather -- Any person or persons who shall willfully or inhumanly beat, strike, kick, wound, kill or mutilate any horse, mule, cow, sheep, or swine, or any other domesticated animal not enumerated, or any person or persons, whether offender be owner, agent or servant, who allows his team, whether horse, mule or ox, to stand tied upon the street for a time longer than four hours in cold or stormy weather, to the injury of the said team, shall upon conviction thereof be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor and be punished by a fine for each offense, in a sum not less than $5 or more than $50. And it is made the duty of any sheriff, constable, or marshal of any city or village, or any policeman to immediately arrest any person or persons violating any provisions of the act without a warrant or any process, and to call upon bystanders or others for assistance when same may be necessary to consummate the arrest. Overwork and tormenting is also deemed a misdemeanor and is punishable the same as injuring or abandoning.

* * * * * * *

The city ordinance is:

Inhuman treatment of Dumb Animals -- Section 11. It shall be unlawful for any person to cruelly, inhumanly or unnecessarily beat, injure, overload or overwork, or to insufficiently shelter or feed any horse, mule or dumb animal, or to drive, ride or work, or cause to be ridden, driven or worked, any horse, mule or dumb animal, which, by reason of any deformity, injury or disease, or other cause whatsoever, shall be incapable of being ridden, driven, or worked without suffering pain or great annoyance from such deformity, injury, disease or other cause, or to otherwise abuse any dumb animal within the

[Drawing]
II.
So with an empty stomach, th
Turk.
In the early morning starte
hard at work.

[Drawing]
III.
He earns the mighty dollar
acting rash.
He assumes a Gould-like cute
away his cash

[Drawing]
IV.
But, like many worldly mo
hard to keep.
For it seems to want to leave
sudden leap.

M

It is better to e
by the investment
Reliable House than
life trial of Slavish
vain attempt to say
sary to pay cash do
a single advantage
vations.

Terms T.
On a bill of $10
one dollar
cash and one
dollar each
week.
Special

limits of the city of Omaha, or to encourage [?] any dogs or other animals to fight in said city, and every person violating any provision of this section shall, on conviction thereof, be fined not exceeding $50 or be imprisoned not to exceed thirty days.

* * * * * * *

It is probable that the subject of the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals will come up before the club tomorrow. ELIA W. PEATTIE.

ELINOR'S DILEMMA.

"We will not discuss this unfortunate subject any more today, Elinor, but I am certain if my daughter will consult common sense she will very soon see the wisdom of my choice."

Elinor looked out of the open window straight into the heart of a bed of nasturtlums growing beneath, without seeing any of their glowing beauty. Her eyes were misty with unshed tears. She made no effort to answer her mother's words.

For fully five minutes there was silence in the room. The soft rustle of a pencil drawn over paper, in the hands of a young girl who was drawing in the clear light of an east window, was distinctly audible. Dab, dab, went the broad pencil point on the soft paper. Mrs. Scott added at least three rows to the silk mitten growing in her supple fingers. Suddenly the gleaming needs were still, and of her own accord she again approached the subject she had herself dismissed five minutes before. She was evidently determined, womanlike, to have it out with her daughter.

Mrs. Scott was, in most respects, a sensible woman; and as the most sensible people will sometimes [?] in doing what they consider, under existing circumstances, to be their duty, let us not judge her harshly for insisting that her eldest daughter should encourage the attentions of a man so eligible as Lawrence Aldrich.

"You must tell me, Elinor, just what