TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
of tea from under a counter and wiped them off carefully. They had been left as pledges years before, and stood as a monument of the one occasion on which he had been “done.” Originally there had been a third canister, the contents of which he had sold to neighbours, thereby gaining enmity for several blocks. Even the Bowery, not too delicate in its tastes, could not stand that stuff. You could put a pound in a small pot, and when it had drawn well you would think you were drinking contaminated hot water. It was taking chances trying to foist it on the public again, but Ella had decided they were to move uptown in a month, so it was worth while to make a last attempt. One chest was placed by the window with a curtain end draped carelessly about it, and above it was hung a sign upon which Abraham had _ laboriously printed, “Try our celebrated Bull Dog Tea. So strong
