The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1891-12-03
A FAITHFUL DOG.
His Fruitless trips in search of His I'm
fortunate Master.

His fruitless rips in search of His I'm
fortunate Master.
Day and night for nearly three
months PC patrol wagon from the
Central police station has been followed
by a ragged, hungry, homeless cur 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 fitful doze,
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 master, George Doney, a
from Broadway 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 pres
ence for more than two minutes at a
time. In his befuddled mind Mr..
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 arc
/ nothing to his mental torture when he
finds each succeeding trip with the
wagon as fruitless as the last. There is
4 n pathetic tinge of almost human grief
in the whine of disappointment he ut
7 ters when, on shifting at the heels OF
the limp and lifeless drunk as he is
loaded into the wagon, he finds that he
has made another trip for nothing.
Sometimes during night run, Bun
loses the wagon, owing to his failing
sight, but Driver Murphy hits the gong
whaclS, and moment later the pant
ing brute comes bounding forward will
mingled yelp of hope and gladness.
OF late Matron Karr, of the receiving
hospital, has taken kindly interest IL
Buns case, and in the morning sht
places the scraps of meat left over from
making beef tea under one end of tn,
doorstep At the same hour ever,
morning Bum makes dull gray streal
of himself from the wagon to breakfast
but so intense is his anxiety regarding
the movements of the police depart
ment that he bolts his victuals who'll
on the return trip
He holds aloof from others Of hi
kind and even refuses the advances o
dogs Of higher caste and better breed
ing with bright brass collars on, allow
ing no sordid aims or worldly pleasure
10 interfere with his object in life IL
will have nothing to do with mer
either civilians or policemen, and ha
given ample evidence that old, dirty
worthless, shiftless, drunken Doney
the onivman he ever loved