The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-03-01
INSOMNIA IN DOMESTIC AMI.
 MAILS.
lBil Nye, ia De,roi, Free Press.

If there be one thing above another that revel in 1t is science. have de- voted much oi my life to scientific re- search, and though it hasn't made much stir in the scientific world so far, am positive that when l am gone the scient- ists of our day will miss me, and the red nosed theorist will come and shed the scalding tear over my humble tomb.
 My attention was first attracted 10 in- somnia as the foe of the domestic animal, by the strange appearance of favorite dog named Lucretia Borgia. did not name this animal Lucretia Borgia. He was named when l purchased him. In his eccentric and abnormal thirst for blood he favored Lucretia, but in sex he did not. l got him partly because he loved children. The owner said Lucretia Borgia was an ardent lover of children, and found that he was. He seemed to love them best in the spring of the year when they were tender. He would have eaten up a favorite child of mine if the youngster hadn't left rubber ball in his pocket which clogged the glottls of Lucretia till could get there and disen- gage what was left of the child.
 Lucretia soon after this began to be restless. He would come to my case ment and Tiff, up his voice and howl into the bosom of the silent night. At first thought that he had found some one in distress or wanted to get me out of doors and save my life. went out several nights in weird costume that l had made up of garments belonging to differ ent members of my family. dressed carefully in the dark and stole out to kill the assassin referred to by Lucretia, but he was not there. Then the faithful ami nal would run up to me and with almost human, pleading eyes, bark and run away toward a distant alley. l immediately decided that some one was suffering there. had read in books about dogs that led their masters away to the suffer- ing and saved peoples lives, so when Lucretia came to me with his great, hon. est eyes and took little mementoes out of the calf of my leg and then galloped of seven or eight blocks. l followed him in the chill air of night and my Mosaic clothes. wandered away to where the dog stopped behind livery stable. and there, lying In shuddering heap on the frosty ground. lay the still, white features of soup bone that had outlived its use fulness.
 On the way back met physician who had been up town 10 swear in an Ameri- can citizen who would vote twenty years later if he lived. The physician stopped me and was going 10 take me to the Home ot the Friendless when he dis covered who was.
 You wrap tall man, with a Vim. H :. Seward nose, in flannel robe, cut plain. and then put a plug ha. and sealskin saeque and Arctic overshoes on him, and put him out in the street, under the gas- light, with his trim, purple ankles just revealing themselves as he madly gal lops after hydrophobia infested dog. and it is not after all. surprising that peoples curiosity should be little bit excited.
 After l had introduced myself to the physician, and asked him tor a cigar. explaining that l could not find any in the clothes 1 had on, asked him about Lucre,ia Borgia. told the doctor how Lucretia seemed restless nights and nervous and irritable days, and how he seemed to be almost mental wreck, and asked him what the trouble was.
 He said i; was undoubtedly '' insom- nia.' He said that it was bad case of Il, too. l told him thought so myself said didn't mind the insomnia that Lu- cretia had so much as did my own. was getting more insomnia on my hands than l could use.
 He gave me something to administer 10 Lucre,ia. He said must put it in link of sausage and leave the sausage where it would appear tha, didn't wan, the dog to ge; it. and then Luoretia would eat 1t greedily.
 did so. l. worked well SO far as the administration of the remedy was con- cerned, bu, it was fatal to my little. high strung, yearnful dog. l, must have con- tained something of deleterious char acter, for the next morning coarse man took Lucretia Borgia by the tail and laid him where the violets blow. Malignant insomnia is fast becoming the great foe 10 the modern American dog.