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The Child's Provider.
Mr. Goboffle had a small child, no wife, a large
dog, and a house. As he was unable to afford the
child in the care of the dog, who was much attached
to it, while absent at a distant restaurant for his
meals, taking the precaution to lock them up
together to prevent kidnapping. One day, while at
his dinner, he crowded a large, hard-boiled potato
down his neck, and it conducted him into eternity.
His clay was taken to the Coroner's, and the great
world went on, marrying and giving in marriage,
lying, cheating, and praying, as if he had never
existed.
Meantime the dog had, after several days of
neglect, forced an egress through a window, and a
neighbouring baker received a call from him daily.
Walking gravely in, he would deposit a piece of
silver, and receiving a roll and his change would
march off homeward. As this was a rather unusual
proceeding in a cur of his species, the baker one
day followed him, and as the dog leaped joyously
into the window of the deserted house, the man of
dough approached and looked in. What was his
surprise to see the dog deposit his bread calmly
upon the floor and fall to tenderly licking the face
of a beautiful child!
It is but fair to explain that there was nothing
but the face remaining. But this dog did so love
the child!
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