Arizona republican., 1891-11-06
A FAITHFUL DOG.
His fruitless Trips in Search of His Un-
 fortunate Master.

Lay and night for nearly three months the patrol wagon from the Central police station has been followed by a ragged, hungry, homeless eur dog that answers to the strictly appropriate name of Bum. still at the same time his canine heart is capable of loving devotion entirely unknown to the human bum.
 His chief object in life, says the San Francisco Call, is to keep the patrol wagon in sight. Day and night he turks in the generous shadows of the morgue or behind the garbage tanks in Dunbar alley with his bleary, purblind eyes blinking at the blue drunk chariot. Sometimes during his lonely vigils in the night Bum falls into a fitful doze, but at the first clang of the gong or the chatter of the horses hoofs as they clear the alley he is up and away on his hopeless mission.
 The dog first made his appearance at the prison about three months ago when his master, George Doney, a worthless character, was brought in from Broadway lodging house.
 For long time MT, Doney had been suspected of doing nothing for living and one day the police caught him at it. So he was promptly rounded up and sent to the house of correction for six months. The last the dog saw of hls master was when he was hauled out of the wagon at the door of the prison. Since then the faithful brute has never allowed the wagon to leave his pres ence for more than two minutes at time. In his befuddled mind MT Doney and the drunk chariot are re- lated in some mysterious manner, and the poor forsaken beast is living in the forlorn hope that by following the wagon he may find the only friend he has on earth. If the dog holds out until Doney serves his sentence his cherished dream may yet be realized
 Bum is short of wind and tail and can not see more than half way across the street, but his physical infrmities are nothing t0 his mental torture when he finds each succeeding trip with the wagon as frutlcss as the last. There is a pathetic tiuge of almost human grief in the whine of disappointment he ut ters when. on snifing at the heels of .he limp and lifclesS drunk as he is loaded into the wagon, he finds that he has made another trip for nothing.
 Sometimes during night run, Bum oses the wagon, owing to his failing sight, but Driver Murphy hits the gong whack, and moment later the pant
 ng brute comes bounding forward with
 | mingled yelp of hope and gladncss. Of late Matron Karr, of the receiving hospital, has taken a kindly interest in
 3ums case, and in the morning she ! places the scraps of meat left over from
 making beef tea under one end of the | loorstep. At the same hour every
 morning Bum makes dull gray streak | f himself from the wagon to breakfast,
 ut so intense is his anxiety regarding
 he movements of the police depart
 aent that he bolts his victuals whole
 Il the return trip.
 | He holds alocf from others of his
 ind and even refuses the advances of | man and fooUman clau Tn the crimson
 and gold livery of the emperor.
 It must have been a beautiful spec | tacle to see that wonderful ychicle, drawn by those snowy steeds and ac- companied by the imperial guard, sweep through the grand Passeo de la Reforma on the way to the palace at Chapultepec, but it is hardly to be won dered at that the ill-fated emperor should have aroused the bitter hatred of the Mexicans, many of whom were starving, while he literally shod his horses with their gold. Surely, the mad extravagances of the imperial house. hold had much to do with the terrible | times which followed
 Be that as it may, to-day all that re- mains to remind one of the brilliant reign of MaximIian and Charlotte is this gaudy carriage and some pieces of beautiful silver and tapestry, which have found their way into the great Monte de Picdad-only these and mar ble slab out on the lonely plain of Quer- etaro, while the world knows that a beautiful woman is dying in mad house on the coast of France.