The Arizona sentinel., 1886-11-27
A FAITHFUL FRIEND.
Why Jet, a Great Dog, Is Known as 3
Real Hero.

Real Hero.
Our faithful friend Jet, powerful
dog, lived with us on the Navesink
Highlands. This summer we shall find
no Jet on the Highlands, and the place
will hardly seem the same place with
out HIM. Last season there came
dear little baby, of the third genera
ton, to the old house, and Jet took the
infant under his especial care from the
first. He would watch while it slept,
with untiring patience, jog the cradle
cried or needed attention. Nothing
pleased him more than to be left alone
with the little one. and in the course of
the summer his faithful care was re-
warded by responsive affection. The
baby learned to love him. and would
crow and coo to him every morning
with unmistakable delight. To lie on
blanket under a tree, or on the
piazza, and bury her chubby fists in
his silky coat, to Chamber over his
shoulders, to lead him along by the
ear while riding in her little carriage,
to tyrannize over him in hundred
pretty wavs-these were the daily Oc-
cupatiOns of which she never tired.
She learned to stand on her feet and
took her first steps by clinging to his
neck, and mis- name was the first word
she ever spoke. 1t seemed as though
he could hear her piping voice as if by
magic. If he was on the place at all,
whether he was within hearing or not,
she had only to call ''Det! Det!' and
presently he would come bounding in.
One evening late in August we were
all assembled, as usual, after supper
on the piazza and the lawn in front of
the house, enjoying the long twilight.
The servants were downstairs getting
their supper, and Jet was left alone
with the baby in the sitting-room, which
opens on the piazza by long windows.
Baby had gone to sleep in the dark,
and Jet was lying beside her cradle.
1t was very calm night; there was
not breath stirring, but the ''fresh
SALT of the sea was in the air, and the
heat of the day was done. The young
folk were singing softly together some
gentle refrain, when terrible shrek
broke upon us, and nurse girl rushed
out through the hall, her clothing in a
blaze, and flame streaming above her
head. To roll her on the grass and
smother the blaze with our coats was
the work of an instant. Then arose
another cry, never to be forgotten by
those who heard 1.-THE agonized
PRAYER and lament of mother for her
child The sitting-room was full of
fire. The girl had brought up lighted !.
lamp after supper, and dropped it on
the floor as she entered the room. The
cradle was in the center of the room
farthest from the door. Mr.. Warren
dashed in at the window and made one
leap to the cradle. He found jet
crouched upon it, covering the baby
with his body.
How they got out we could not COM
prehend. 1t was all overin the twink
ling of an eye. and Mr.. Warren and
the dog were lying on the grass beside
the mother, who was almost fainting,
with the baby safe and sound ill her
lap. The little thing was nearly suffo-
Gated, but recovered after Il few min
utes in the open air, and took no harm
from the fire.
The sitting-room was burned out,
but we succeeded in stopping the
flames there and saving the house.
Mr.. Warren's face and hands were
badly burned, and the nurse girl was
seriously but not dangerously injured.
Jet was severely scorched, but after
caring for him as best we could that
night, we thought he would come
round again in a few days. Next
morning, however, he was missing.
and even to baby's call: 'Det! Det!'
he made no answer. After long
search we found him under the piazza,
stone dead. Jet is buried under the
where the arbutus blooms
early in the spring. We have placed
a water-worn bowlder from the shore
over his grave, and on the stone are
carved in deep letters only tie words:
"A Faithful Friend. IN o. Times
Democrat.