The Death of M’Kinley
Not the presidentonly
a dog named after him. Both were assassinatedshot by stealthy
enemies; both were innocent victims to inferior human beings whose
lives were worth less than theirs.
When the president died a world mourned.
When the dog died a few coarse men who hung about the saloon of
the man who shot him, haw-hawed. Some little children wepthis
friends; for he had a happy home and was one of the family who owned
him and were fond of his companionship; they tenderly lifted him
from the spot where he was murdered, made a grave near the home
and buried him tearfully. It was all over with the dead dog. His
young master had loved him ever since he was a little puppy, and
he was very sorrowful. He even wanted to avenge the wrong.
He hated the sinner; he wanted to shoot
salt into his legs; he carried a billy up his sleeve and longed
to use it on the stupid head; he called him a devil, but finally
ended with a hope that he would have delirium tremens, and imagine
he was being bitten and chewed, and chased (he was so bloated he
could not run) by McKinley himself. That is the kind of thoughts
which such cruelty and in- 
justice call out in children and young people, and in adults too
But the lad’s father said: “We will have
the sinner arrested for shooting within the corporation, and fined.”
That was done, and the shot cost the assassin $8.00. He will receive
that lesson, and will feel the thought waves of hatred and disapproval
beating in on his brain. He will meet frowns instead of good will
and respect. That will effect his happiness much more than the loss
of the $8.00.
This bad man had, the afternoon before
he shot the pet dog, shown his disposition by assailing his wife.
He had been so disagreeable she thought she would go to some friends
and visit a few days. When she went aboard the trolley car he pulled
her off, took her hand-grip and stamped upon it, declaring she should
Friends, however, helped her aboard and
she went. So, being full of ire, and bad whiskey, he wanted to injure
something. He saw McKinley passing quietly down the street to his
home and shot him. That is the story of the death of a dumb creature
which never injured his assassin. The story of an aged dog and a
man. Which do you like best?
What do you think of saloons and the use
of intoxicating drinks? Is not anything which deprives a person
of the use of reason and good judgment dangerous?
Is not a person who disregards the rights
of animals almost sure to do the same to human beings?