The record-union., 1896-04-13
SACRAMENTO DAILY REooRD-Ur1oN MONDAY APRIL 49, 1896

for young people. In fiction and anec-
dote it is especially strong. There is a
paper by Major-General Miles that will
interest boys and fine portrait of the
General. The children's page is varied
and very charming.
t'The Book Buyer for April (Charles
Scribner's Sons, New York; is a special
spring number with many portraits
and Illustrations. There is fine por-
trait of Julian Hawthorne, with an au-
photographed sketch, a paper on "a
New Chronicle Of Virginia; "Dr.
Phelps and His Novel Course" with
a portrait; Mary Anderson's Mem
ories," with portrait; portrait and
sketch of John A. Mitchell; portraits
of Grace King, Stephen Crane, Clinton
Scullard and Mark Twain; review of
spring books, with many pictures, etc.
Dog Stories.
May add my testimony to the intelli-
gence of dogs in the matter of under
standing what is said in their hearing?
Several years ago / had a beloved mon
grel fox-terrier named Joe. We were
staying some months at Penzance, and
the dog went everywhere with us, and
knew the place we'll. One day we were
tennis ground, when the secretary came
up and warned me that on the following
day, as there was to be tournament,
no dogs would be admitted to the in
closure. l promised to shut Joe up at
home. That evening we missed the dog,
and in the morning also he was not to be
seen. When we went to look on at the
tournament in the afternoon we found
Joe waiting for us; the ground man told
us that the dog had been there all night,
and would not allow himself to be
caught. He had never slept out before,
and he certainly must have understood
what was said We often used to say,
I'VE will drive to such a place to-day,
but Joe must stay at home" and almost
invariably, in whatever direction it
might be, before we had driven a mile
we found Joe waiting for us by the
roadside. He always grinned when we
came up with him.
Thirty years ago I was living in St.
Georges Square, Pimlico, and near me
in Denbigh street, at a distance of about
ten minutes walk-resided a we'll
know journalist, Percy Gregg. He had
little black-and-tan dog, for which I
found home when his master was
about to leave London. 1t was reported
to me that Jimmie always left my house
after breakfast. AT first some alarm
was felt that he would stray; but as he
invariably returned after an hours
stroll, I took him to be one Of those
''vagrom" who cannot live without a
prowl in the streets and I felt no anx-
iety. But 1 ascertained that whenever
he went away, he carried off a bone or
something edible with him. / watched
him one or two mornings, and saw him
squeeze through the area ratings, on
each occasion carrying a big bone, which
he had great difficulty in steering
through the iron bars. Being curious
about the destination of the food, /
made up my mind to follow him. /
tracked him to an empty house, next to
that in which his former owner had
lived. In cellar in the area there lived
half-starved, ownerless terrier, who, /
suppose, had once been friend Of JIM
mics, and whom my dog in his days Of
prosperity never forgot. Regularly the
good little fellow trotted off to the
empty cellar, and divided his mornings S
meal with his poor friend. The story is
told of the great Napoleon riding over
one Of his battle-fields-I don't know
whether it was Wagram or Austerlitz-
and pointing to q faithful dog watching
the body Of his dead master, with the
words, THAT dog teaches us all les
son of humanity" So did Jimmie.
London Spectator.