The San Francisco call., 1896-07-31
Staggers From a Cutters Agony
to Oblivion Under a
Streetcar.
RESCUED BY HUMAN FRIENDS
He Was Carefully Dragged Back t.
the Gutter Unconscious, Where
He Died.

A dog lay suffering on Montgomery
street Wednesday afternoon. Finally, with
q last. great rally of his lapsing energy, he
rose up and made a deliberate and deter
mined effort to commit suicide.
This dog was nobody's darling. He had
not been reared on cream and caramels.
His appearance plainly showed that his
place was not on Mob Hill.
However, he appeared to be respect
able member of canine society. His hair
had been smooth and glossy before it be-
came ruffied in the filth of the street. He
had on common leather collar, but il
was new. But if there was anything in
which this dog was not mongrel it was in
the fortitude with which he faced death
and the heroism with which he calmly
saw it crushing down upon him.
He lay in front of 619 Montgomery
street, near Clay. Part of the time his
head was pillowed on the curbstone, and
his shivering, quivering body in the wet
gutter. AT O'Clock 1t was apparent that
he was dying in slow and increasing
agony.
This miserable animal of that race which
has proven the most true friend of man.
kind, raised his eyes plaintively TO the
stream of humanity that flowed by near
and whined. When he became TOO weak
to whine, still his eyes opened and looked
into the multitude for one friend who
might bring him relief. The people passed
by with needless glances. The dogs that
came that way paused and shifted, and a
few licked him to show their sympathy
and affection, as dogs do. But they did
not tarry long. They either had troubles
enough of their own or gave him up as a
hopeless case and trotted on.
U < n'rlnnlr Cr,fsa of
idle or sympathetic spectators had
gathered around the PROSTATE body of the
moaning brute. A big policeman came by
and cleared the sidewalk. but he did not
offer TO end the animals misery. Poor
Towser feebly raised his head. He saw
the way clear. He also saw Mont
gomery-street bobtaiI horsecar coming
wider. as though by an increased mental
effort. He staggered to his feet. He
reeled out into the street.
Poor Towser had made desperate reso-
luton to put himself out of his misery.
He could not kill himself with a revolver
because he had none. He WAS not able to
go to the drugstore and buy morphine, or
rough on rats, or laudanum, or chloral, or
carbolic acid.
He couldn't cut his throat. 1t was as
plainly impossible for him to stop up the
keyhole and turn on the gas. The bay
and the docks or the Oakland ferries were
as far from him as the Brooklyn bridge, so
what else was there for him 10 seek that
would bring death but tine rail and the
cruel wheels.
Struggling to keep on his feet till the
proper time, he suddenly collapsed when
he was almost under the horses feet.
Quickly the streetcar stopped. The
driver had seen the cog; but there was
only two inches of space between the dog
md 10 6nafh hn ~,
from the streetcar and men ran from the
sidewalks and dragged poor Towser from
under the car. He was unconscious, and
perhaps for all poor Towsar knew he was
killed by the car. Last evening at 7
O'Clock he lay in the gutter dead.