The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-02-24
MOURNING FOR HER PooDLEs.
a Baltimore Bellies Experience With
Her Pet CANNES.
Baltimore (Md.) Cor. Globe Democrat.


Baltimore (Nd.D Cor Globe Democrat
The spectacle of a beautiful young woman
weeping over the little grave of dead
poodle is novel one. From a back window
overlooking the garden in the rear OF one of
the most stately mansions in the city, such
a touching scene was viewed a few days
ago. 1t was the handsome home of
the MacTavishes, a leading family in
Baltimore society, and immens -ly wealthy.
Miss Virginia MacTavish is a lovely girl,
a daring rider in the Elk riding hunts, ard
one who is generally in at the brush. She
is belle in society, but she seems to love
her canine pets more than the society but
tertlies who dance attendance on her where
ever she goes Some years ago an English
pug was presented her. Its ugly little face
soon won its way to her heart. She pro
vlded little bed of softest down for it, and
its tiny neck was encircied with gold band
with a diamond clasp. Its name was
Beppo, and its love for its fair mistress was
only equaled by her love for it. One sad day
it died. Beppo's mistress would rather
have lost her diamonds than this darling
dog.
4 little rosewood coffin, with silver trim
mings, was made by a fashionable under
taker. In due funeral form day was set
for BeppoS obsequies the shaggy haired re-
mains of the little purD Were slowed ten
derby away in the white, silk lined casket,
and with three or four friends, she took the
casket containing the dead jewel, and III her
grand carriage, with two hveried foOtmen
on the box, drove to the cemetery. In the
family lot, sacred to the memory of the an
cestors of this illustrious and honored family,
the strangely sentimental girl had the cas-
ket and the dead puppy inferred in a we'll
made regulation grave. She wept as over
the loss of near relative. No "Juliet"
ever mourned the loss of her Romeo as
did this lovely maiden the demise Of her En-
glish poodle. But time healed her sorrow.
A marble stone at the head and one at the
foot of the tiny grave marked the pets last
resting-place. The trustees of the cemetery,
when they learned of this novel funeral
proceeding, wrote cruel letter 10 the
grief-stricken lady, telling her that the
cemetery was for deceased people and not
for dead dogs.
The maiden now lavished her affections
on another dog, that in Beppo's lifetime had
played second fiddle, but now that Beppo
was gone, Fido filed the aching void in her
heart. Fido was a skye terrier. But the
cruel fate seemed against the maiden and
her dogs. Fido, like Beppo, went the way
of all flesh but not the way of most dog
flesh, for the poundmaster didn't get his
slick, plump little body. An eminent ply
stefan was summoned to attend the faithful
Fido when he took sick of a fever, but al
though q handsome fee was prospective, the
DOCTORS pills and the maiden's prayers
awaited not and Fido died in his downy bed
in his pretty mistress boudoir. Her expert
ence with the cruel cemetery trustees in the
death OF Beppo determined the young lady
not to bury her second pet in the peoples
cemetery, so she straightway had prepared
a little cemetery of own. A grave-digger
was hired and dug grave in the garden,
and bricked and cemented up the inner
walls that were to hold the precious bones of
the valued pet skye terrier.
A few days ago four young ladies we'll
known in Baltimore society accompanied
the mourning maiden who had lost the dog,
and gathered abont the little grave. Sew
eral footmen in livery bore the mahogany
coffin Fido's remains were shrouded in the
finest silk. AS the hard dirt clods struck the
coffin-lid the tears burst from five pairs of
sweet eyes and coursed down ten rosy
cheeks, and were caught on cobweb silk
handkerchiefs. When the grave had been
filled with earth the prayers of the Catholic
church were read over Fido, and the young
lady who is a devout Catholic, sprnkled the
grave with blessed water The little grave
| is daily covered with fragrant flowers, and
there in the bleak November wind the
maiden mourns the loss of the dog she loved.
Miss MacTavish is a daughter of Charles
Carroll MacTayish, and a lineal descendant
of Charles Carroll, of Carrollton. Two OF
her sisters recently took the veil in Catholic
converts.