The morning call., 1891-08-27
FAITHFUL DOG BUM.
His Frnitless Trips in Search of
Drunken DOney.

Day and night for nearly three mont his
the patrol-wagon from the Central Police
Station has been followed by ragged, hun
cry, homeless cur dog that answers to the
strictly appropria ate name Of Bum. Still at
the same time his canine heart is capable of
loving devotion entirely unknown to the
human Dum.
His chief object in life is to keep the pa
trol-wagon in sight Day and night he turks
in the generous shadows of the Morgue or
behind the garbage tanks in Dunbar alley,
Win his bleary, purblind eyes blinking at
the oiue drunk chariot. Sometimes during
his lonely vigils in the night Bum falls into
htful d"Se, but at the first clang OF the
gong or the clatter 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
ter. was brought in from a Broadway lodg-
ing-hou5e.
CAUGHT IN THE ACT.
For long time Mr. Doney had been sus-
pected OF doing nothing for a living, and
one day the police caught MIN at it. So he
was promptly rounded up and sent to the
House OF Correction for six months. The
last the dog saw of his master was when he
was hauled out of the wagon at the door of
the prison. Since then tue faithful brute
has never allowed the wagon to leave his
presence for more than two minutes at a
time. In his befudded mind Mr.. Doney
and the drunk chariot are related in some
mysterious manner, and the poor forsaken
beast Is living in the forlOrn hope that by
following the wagon he NAV 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 cannot
see more than halfway across the street,
but his physical infirmities are nothing to
his mental torture when he finds each sue
ceedlng trip with the wagon as fruitless as
the last There is a pathetic tinge of almost
human grief 10 the whine of disappointment
he utters when, Oh smiling at the heels of
the limp ana lifeless drunk as he Is loaded
into the wagon, he finds that he has made
another trip for nothing.
THE GONG HIS GUIDE.
Sometimes during night run, Bum loses
the wagon, owing to his falling sight, but
Driver Murphy hits the gong a whack, and
moment later the painting brute comes
bounding forward with mingled yelp of
hope and gladHess.
Of late, Matron Karr of the Receiving
Hospital has taken a kindly interest in
Buns case, and in the morning she places
the scraps of meat left over from making
beef-tea under one end of the doorstep. At
the same hour every morning Bum makes
dull gray sueak OF himself from the wagon
to breakfast, but so intense is his anxiety
regarding the movements of the Police De-
partment that lie bolts his victuals whole on
the return trip.
He holds aloof from others of his kind,
and even refuses the advances of dogs of
higher caste and better breeding with
bright brass collars on, allowing no soraid
aims or worldly pleasures TO interfere with
his object in life. He will have nothing to
do with men, either civilians or policemen,
duu mas given annie evidence tlat old
dirty, worthless, shlftless, drunken Doney is
the only man lie ever loved