The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1896-05-07
PROSECUTED ANIMALS.
Dogs and cats are often Unjustly Pcrsued
and Killed UnnccessariaIly.

peals to ones sympathy. Two Incidents
come to mind as | write, each character
istic, says Vogue
one winter day | had been riding and
was on my way home In my hat and
habit, and thick ulster. when noticed
crowd If turbulent small boys and stones
being thrown at some object in their
midst. OF course plunged into the fray.
making way for myself with my crop,
with which, when found the stones were
aimed at a dog, / did not hesitate to lay
about me pretty freely. Crouched in
corner, at the foot of some stone steps.
leading into a garden above the level OF
the street was a half-grown Newfound-
lander, bleeding from a cut from a sharp
stone, and quivering with terror and
loneliness. l stopped to pat the poor
creature and heard the usual outcry OF
Take care. lady! he's mldY"
My language was more forcibe than
choice, | am afraid, while / rebuked this
foolish cry. The dog was hot, terror
stricken and harrassed, but not mad, nor
likely to be, unless driven so by torture.
The crowd of children and half-grown
lads SUNK away, partly before my ex-
cited harangue, partly before the sight Of
a policeman. already feeling for his re-
volver. With him reasoned earnestly:
The dog is no more mad than you or
J. Sick and hurt he Is; but in that case
it is not your duty, but that of Berghs
as the children to him"
He looks queer lady. And If he's d
menace to the children ! must kill him"
Not half such msnace to the children
as the children to him"
The poor creature had crept along be-
side me, and now took refuge in our
vestbule and having extracted a prom
ise from the policeman to do nothing be-
fore three O'Clock 0t was now noon), by
which time ] undertook to have an $.
4. y. {. officer there, / left the dog under
the care of our janitor, very humane
man, and, "accoutred as | was, plunged
in to street car to so to the soclety's
headquarters.
There | secured the promise of an Off
Ger in an hours time and hurried home,
remembering on my way that no food
had yet been provided for my afflicted
protege, so | stopped at a butcher shop
opposite my home. While discussing my
dog case with the butcher, a notable de-
fender of animals, whose children have
stood looking across at the dog as he lay
on our steps
grocer's boy with a basket on his arm
came whistllng round the corner, peering
this way and that, as If In search of some-
thing.
The dog sprang up, tail wildly wagging,
utterng what were nothing less than
hysterical shrielSs of joy.
Here was the master, so long expected
and despaired of-though no idea but
that of patiently waiting for him in tho
same spot, had found it's way into ths
faithful dogglsh brainl
How triumphed over the policeman! |
My second story is sadder one
A lady we'll known to me was one day
on her way to that abode of charity and
all good works best known to New York.
ers as the Little Church Around the
Corner. AS she entered the doorway her
eye fell upon cat, crouched in the corner
OF the entrance, just in everyone's way.
STOPPING to caress ii. and fortunately lay
ing her hand on its back which was arch
ed up in response TO her touch, she saw
that the poor creatures head was raw,
and its eyes blinded by some acid This
was case more important than the err
rand which had taken her there, so first
bespeaking the protection of the kind
hearted sexton, she hurried to Twenty
second street, and was promised the Cat
Ambulance, as soon as possible On her
return the cat had disappeared, frighten-
ed at the voice of man, but after diligent
search she was discovered by one of the
women who was cleaning the church,
snugly ensconsed in one of the pews In
the goodness of her heart, this woman tried
10 pat her, bit touching the poor scared
head before my friend could warn her,
the cat sprang up with howl of pain,
flew over chair backs and seats and again
disappeared. A long search revealed her
in dark corner under a seat, and here
my friend spread some meat before her,
and a saucer of milk--but the acid SEEM
ed to have destroyed the sense of smell,
and 1t was only by placing bits of meat
actually in her mouth that she could eat.
My friend went about her duty of plac-
ing flowers on the altar, and even after
this-a rather prolonged work-was done,
the ambulance tarried, while poor pussy.
sheltered in cool, quiet corner, awaited
her fate. 1t was not until after some
hours of weary waiting, lunch-time long
past, that the red wagon and the neat
gray-coated man with his comfortable
basket appeared.
Then how kind he was How gently
he took poor pussy, on her injuries being
eXplained-not by her neck in orthodox
cat-carrylng style, but by her fore legs;
how carefully he ensconced her, together
with her meat, in the basket, with the
promise that she should not be again dis
turbed until the merciful gas had done
its work.
1T is like day in the life of one of the
saints" said the gentle lady who presides
over the manifold charities of the place.
Would that sainthood were more often
sought on the line Of helpful love to Gods
dumb, helpless creatures!
Woman Who Did, Who Does, and Who
VIII Do.
Neat In the Wrong WAY.