Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-02-02
THE STORY OF A DOG.
A NOBLE AND UNUSUALLY WELL
 TRAINED SETTER.
The Things He Would Do for His Master Were Almost Marvelous-The Last Com- mand Cost Jack His Lifeline Story Vouched for by a Chicago Sportsman.

trained. As his owner explained, He's just as good on water as on land. You don't have to urge him to jump over the side of a boat" The first time I saw him was at the North western depot at Chicago. was going to Fox Lake, Ills, for a weeks hunting with a friend. Just after we got through the gate a man came down the platform followed by dog. Although there was big crowd, the dog was allowed to run loose-he was led by no chain or thong We both remarked at the time that he was magnificent animal, and watched him as he was trotting along behind his master. They went to the baggage car and the man spoke word to the baggage master. The latter pointed to q corner of the car. The dogs owner made a motion in the same direction and the intelligent animal jumped into the car and curled up in that corner. The baggage man wanted to tie him to something, but the owner said no.
 He'll stay there all right" he said.
 And he did. When we got off at McHenry, where we had to take a steamer, the dog was still lying in that corner of the baggage car. His owner went forward and called him and he jumped Of course we were moro than ever impressed with the fact that he was valuable dog.
 ALWAYS DID AS TOLD.
 That night at Fox Lake we got acquainted with the owner. He was a Chicago board of trade man. His name I need not mention. I'll call him Hunter-it's as good as any other. Ho was proud of the dog, of course, and told us a good many stories about what he had done and what he could do He was trained to perfection.
 Hell fetch mo anything I tell him to-" said Hunter, after he had warmed up to his subject. ''Why, if I told him to bring me that pool table he'd do it"
 We all laughed of course.
 Come down little," said the proprietor of the hotel.
 No, I won't" retorted Hunter, hotly. "Tn bet you the cigars he'll bring it to me if I tell him to-
 The proprietor looked astonished
 Well I don't mind smoking with you," he said at last. ''Send him for it."
 He was promptly sent. He ran to the pool table and looked around in an undecided way
 That's right" exclaimed his master Fetch itn
 He looked around again, apparently for something to catch hold of His eyes fell on one of the pockets, and in twinkling he had wrenched it off and laid it at his master feet.
 "Good boy," said Hunter, batting him. ''Now get some more." l 'Here!" yelled the proprietor. ''That costs money"
 "Of course" replied Hunter calmly. | Bring me some more, Jack" Jack had begun gnawing on one of the tables legs.
 'Do you mean to destroy the table!" cried | the landlord
 | Well, of course he's got to bring it in sec tions," said Hunter. ''He can't drag the whole table, but if you'll give him time he'll | get it all here."
 And I believe he would. He was the slave | of his masters word or look However, the landlord admitted his defeat to save his table. The next time saw Hunter apd Jack was on side of the little river, when Hunter hailed us from the other side.
 What bore of guns have you?" he asked
 replied that mine was 8 12 and my friends a1O
 ''Can you let me have some 10 cartridgesr he called. ''I'm shot out"
 Certainly" shouted my friend, Eff I car get them across. I'll try and throw some te you if you'll undertake to catch them.'
 70, no," he said. Wait"
 He sat down and pulled off one of his rub | Der boots. Then be doubled the top over ane gave it to Jack. Jack swam over with it, Vt put the cartridges in and he took it back We were moro in love with him than ever. The next day Hunter gave us another ex hibition of the dogs training. One of u took his hat, one of his gloves and his hand kerchief, and put them in separate place about thirty feet apart. The dog lay by hi master watching the proceedings. "Now which do you want him to get?' asked Hunter.
 ''The glove," said l.
 "Left!" ordered Hunter, and to the lief Jack went and got the glove. We tried hin n ,Hay. of fipp,nS hut he, ', left, right and center better than & goo many theatre ushers. And he was not tric dog, either-he was a hunting dog
 THE MASTERS SORROW.
 Before the week was ended everybody i the vicinity of the place was just about i love with Jack. Hunter, of course, though , there was nothing in the world like the dog He thought there was nothing under heave that Jack could not do, and there certainl } was nothing that he could do that he woul not do if he was told as the sequel shows. , Hunter came back one day without him To use slang expression, he "looked al
 broken up," and returned no answer to tn greetings given him. He went straight t l, his room and in a short time came dow
 dressed for travel. ''What's my bill2' he asked.
 'You're not goings' exclaimed the land l lord.
 t "Yes," he returned, sharply. : ''But where's your doga' Q "Dead," be replied, in a tone that put a
 end to all further questioning. Then, abrup
 ly: 'Do you know any one who wants
 hunting outflt?' , Hunter had the handsomest outfit in th V place. It must have cost several hundre dollars.
 {, "What's the matter, Hunter3' asked a Oh f cagoan who knew him. ~ 'Do you want the outfita" was the reply. D "How muct5" N Anything
 Fifty dollars.''
 "Take it,' and he walked out of the hote | leaving about the most surprised set of me 6 one ever saw. So far as can learn he hash
 been hunting from that day to this. | And .the dogl Poor fellow! the boatma r told me about him. He had been after f. number of wounded ducks and was Irobabl d tired out. He had just brought one bac
 when Hunter ordered him after another. E
 refused to go. Hunter threw him over. E