The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1880-12-10
pnnR PnHTn,S DEATH.
THE STORY or DOG WHO DIED WITH
\ BROKEN HEART.

4 BROKEN HEART.
DIR. Martin, a gentleman living IN At
lanta, tells he Constellation "A remarkable
story about bulldog who actuaily died
of . broken heart.
.-YOu remember" ." said shc pleasant
Doctor, --that abuut two months ago nay
tather-in-law. Nir. ~. H. HarviI. VINO
had reached a green old age, died. Well,
yOu may or may not know that my faith
er-in-iaW owned at the time OF his death
a very fine bull-dog-a huge, fat, sleek
fellow, who went by the name OF Pouto.
For months and months before his death
the dog was the constant companion of
my fajheT-in-law. There was something
almost human in the devotion Of the dog
to his master, and, as Il natural cOnse-
qUence, the master was particularly fond
OF his dog. The daily movements of the
old gentleman, for 4 long time before
his last sickness, were as regular as those
of a clock, and Ponto followed him as
surely as bis very shadow. They were
simply inseparable. When my father
in-laW. as was his Gust ON. took his morn
ing walk up Decatur street. POntO was
his companion when, toward noon, he
walked out the same street to his plan
tatiOn. mile and a half in a country
POntO was his companion when he re-
turned and took his accustomed seat
here in front of my store % rest, Ponto
curled up before his chair and patiently
waited until dinner time, when he would
follow the old gentleman to the house
mp there, and after the meal was over
would watch 10y the side Of the sofa in
ltIe hall. where NY fMher-in-law always
took his afternoon nap. When the Old
man died POutO took his place by the
cif e Z nd 4
it was taken from the room. Then lie
got up and followed it closely to the
hearse. ana slowly followed the hearse
to the grave. POnto came back to the
house changed dog. Every night he
upon his rug in the porch and mOaued
most piteOusly all night long.
y have never heard any expression Of
human sorrow that was half SO plaintive
and touching us the moaning Of that
dog, rs night after night he writhed up-
on that rug. 1t WAS enough TO melt the
street, and while pass down the other
side on his way out To the plantation.
lie WOuli come back to The store, and
after LAYING under that chair q few mo-
ments woulo get up, look into my face
in the most pleading manner, and then
pass into the back yard as f in search IF
something. 2iucu hu W0uld 60 10 Jhe
house. and after taking his place by the
sofa in the hall, suddenly spring up and
walk through my father-in laws bed
room. lie VAS looking for his dead mas
ter. The family let him have his own
way, and / did all ia my power to con-
sole him, but all iH vain. 81 tempted
him with the choicest meat, but he re-
fused 10 eat. I offered him the warm
est milk he would not drink. lie went
around with his head down. the very
picture of sOrrOv. lie dwindled away
almost TO q skeleton. staggering around
daily to the p a es visited by his master
in life, and 1T night giving vent To his
q stressiui moaning But this could not
last forever, 50 one day about i've weeks
after the Old man died PJntO came drag
wing his lank and weak body down tie
strset-that same street which he bad
traVgysed 50 many bright mornings with
his mosteT. When he got 10y the fence
h" sJornad and sank upon the ground.
| ran to him and lifting him teEderiy in
my arms carried him INFO the yard. /
laid him gently on the LT0uni-I wish
now | mad taken him in the house and
placed him in the Old mans room for
land The kind doctor turned his head -
there WAS a tTCnOr III Ills .tgEel for be
was dea -