Morning journal and courier., 1893-06-19
OH!

Oh the height, oh the depth, oh the length, ,>oh the breadth of Woman's lovei And we will throw in another oh for good measure. Woman can love like house aire. She can love like the raging sea. She can love like tiger. She can love like crocodile. She can love like cobra de capello or 6 boa constructor. She can love like a July sun. She can love-she can love-like-anything.
 As nobody will be found to dispute these plain truths we will pass on to an instance of Woman's love which shines In @ naughty world like a decaying mackerel in the gloomy night. It Ithappsned in Brooklyn, & place which is somewhat celebrated for love, and In g police court. It shone all the brighter for its sombre surroundings, and those who saw and heard were compelled to feel the strength and sweetness of Woman's pure affection as they never felt 1t before. There were hardhearted and cynical men there who had lost faith in Woman and all thst Is good. But they were deeply moved; and even the stern judge had to turn his head away to hide his emotions. It was this way: A little boy had been bitten by an Irish terrier named Fido. Fido belonged to @ young lady aged twenty five, and she loved him. The boys father cared little something about the boy, so he took him before the judge and asked that Fido be slain according to law. The judge said that it must be proved that Fido bit the boy as alleged, and the boy got up on a bench and showed the judge where Fido had bitten his right thigh. As the bite was several inches long the judge said the dog must die. Then it was that the heart of Fldo's beautiful owner broke. She made remarks, of which the following are samples: 'I love him better than my life, and if you take him from me 1t will kill me! He is not guilty and should not die! will pay for the best physician in New York or Brooklyn to examine the boy, and if he has been bitten, to attend to him. I will pay for hts expenses at the Pasteur institutel Only save my Fidol" ''Do not ChElNN Oub tuC bCAbOuCO os h1s hoAAAo' 4oAo him away somewhere and do not let him
 suffer, for love him better than any hu- man being!"
 The stern judge, who evidently has little conception of the height, the depth, the length, the breadth and the constancy of woman's love, told the mourning one that
 she had better get canary bird, and Fido was taken out and shot. How long she who has been thus ruthlessly deprived of
 his sweet society will survive him cannot
 be told, but probably not long. Women
 have died for love, and this appears te be g l case of true love. We expect to read soon
 that she has gone to join her deal
 Fido. But during her period oi weary mourning and waiting she can perhaps comfort herself a little by the thought that it was not a man she lsvished
 her full and glorious love upon. No mar
 is worthy of such love as that which thii splendid rspresen tative of her sex gave te | the Irish terrier whose precious life she wal powerless to save. There is nothing Jeff for her now but to die, and go to Fido
 We hope she will be happy with him wher
 che finds him again, but If we remember right there is book whioh includes dog | in the list of those without"