San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-11-04

From the San Francisco Call.
Day and night for nearly three
months the patrol wagon from the
Central Police Station has been fol-
lowed by ragged, hungry, home
less cur dog that answers to the
strictly appropriate name of Bum.
Still, at the same time his canine
heart is capable of a loving devotion
entirely to the human bum.
His chief object in life is to keep the
patrol wagon in sight. Day and night
he turks in the generous shadows of
the Morgge or behind the garbage
tanks in Dunbar alley, with his
bleary, purblind eyes blinking at the
blue drunk chariot. Sometimes dur
ing his lonely vigils in the night Bum
falls into fitful dose, but at the first
! clang or the CHATTER of the horses
boots 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 Broad way lodging house.
For long time Mr.. 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 his 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 presence for more than tive min
utes at time. In his befuddled 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 may find the only
friend he has on earth. If the dog
holds out until Doney serves his sem
| tence his cherished dream may yet be
realized.
Bum is short of wind and tail and
| can not see more than halfway
across the street, but his physical in
| firmities are nothing to his mental
torture when he finds each succeed
| ing trip with the wagon no fruitless
as the last. There is a pathetic tinge
OF almost human grief in the whine
| of disappointment he utters when,
| on shifting at the heels of the limp
and llfeless drunk as he is loaded in
to the wagon, he finds that he has
made another trip for nothing.
Sometimes during q night run, Bum
| loses the wagon, owing TO his failing
sight, but Driver Murphy hits the
gong a whack, and a moment later
the painting brute comes bounding
forward with mingled yelp OF hope
and gladness.
| OF late Matron Karr, OF the Receiv-
| Ing Hop tai, has taken kindly in
| terest in BUNS case. and I'm the morn
| ing 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 streak of himself from the
wagon to breakfast, but so intense is
his anxiety regarding the movements
of the Police Department that he
bolts his vituals 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 sordid aims or worldly
pleasures to interfere with his object
in life. He will have nothing to do
with men, either civilians or police
men, and has given ample evidence
that old, dirty, shiftless, drunken
Doney is the only man he ever
loved,