The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1898-11-27
A BROKEN-HEARTED DOG.
A Grandson Of the Famous Sir Bedi-
we're Grieves for His Master.
Denver Post.

denver fost.
The most loving friend DR.. e. W. Bovett
ever had never shed tear or said a word
when the Doctors cold white body was
taken from Bowles lake. October .. IN
whose icy waters life had left it. But this
friend died this morning at $3.50 gr!eving
for him.
1t was Duke. or by his full and rightful
title, Duke of Somerset. a dog Of royal
the great Sir Bedvere. the $4,000 st. Ber-
nard. His lineage was perfect, with no
mongrel cross or stain to mar it. His good
as In his grand face and majestic carriage
No finer gentleman ever trod the streets Of
Denver, and there never was nobler heart
than that which throbbed beneath the
shaggy coat OF this great st. Bernard.
Whenever and wherever II was permissi-
BILE. Duke tfod beside his master. When II
was impracticable to have him a word was
sufficient. Duke walked patiently back to
his kennel In the stable at 1880 Curtis street
and waited, his solemn eyes watching for
:, the return. OF his master. and when he
came Dukes welcome was sure. for Dukes
vigil was tireless. Standing nearly three
feet in height his grand face showing
plainly the white and red markings and no.
bo 1m noise OF ana a huge e
made picture that would make the artist
instinc,ively reach for his brush. He was
the ideal dog, the perfect specimen OF his
race.
The day following the death Of his mss
ter. Duke began 10 show great uneasinees.
He ran back and forth about the stable
DR. F. w. Hunt, who had taken charge of
the establishment, and then sought out r.
Broderick. who had assisted DR.. Bovetf for
years. and on whom he turned his eloquent
eyes so anxiously, so question!ngly. that
Mr.. Broderick turned away his own SWIM
ming eyes. AS the days went by. his MAS
ter still missing. Dukes anxiety became
frantic. hts whines and pleading eye-Ques-
tons piteous.
I'm going to take him down 10 tho I'M
dertaker's and let him see the body: maybe
he viii understand. poor fellow" said Mr..
Broderick. the day before the funeral.
Take him." assented Mr. Hunt.
Duke did not understand what was
meant when a chair was placed for him
the undertakers. but ne climbed upon the
chair when told to do so. for obedience was
one OF his strong traits Of character. Then
while he watched curtously the lid Of the
coffin was removed.
What was that down there rigid and
white In the satin cushions. strange and
yet familiar? Not Dukes master. so stili?
But yes. ii was. Duke bent his head low
down over II and gazed eagerly. Yes. IL
was he. and yet there was something about
him that sent a chill to Dukes heart. What
was IL? Again Duke gazed. and now his
ears cooked happily. His master was
asleep; that was II! One touch OF that
lolling, affectionate tongue and he would
awake and pat his head and say the fond
old nothings which were the very Iifo OF
Duke!
The dog leaned down s.ill further and
licked the up,urned face then started back
affrighted Cold. irresponsive: aomething
had happened to his master.
Duke knew nothing of death. He licked
his masters face again--and then he
knew. Deep down In his white soul where
grew affection and obedience nothing else.
he knew that the end had come: that the
being 70 whom in loving slavery he had
more would never fondie talk TO him
again. That was all he realized. but that
was enough Dropping hack In the chair
throwing back bis noble head. he gave
vent 20 his grief In hollow howls that were
too piteous 10 be borne. He had to be
dragged away from the place.
Next day he tried TO follow TO the
funeral, but was gently led back 10 the
stable. where he lay down and dropping
his huge head between hts paws. gave up
and waited for the end. /, came eight days
were brought 10 him by cid friends who
knew his tastes.
Beef heart prepared in way which he
had particularly liked was offered TO him.
AT such times he merely lifted mis- rnelan-
choiy eyes 10 he face 81 the giyer for a
moment. looked Ills thanks. and dropped
his head again.
Every day he walked around Ia all tho
places that the doctor had rreausnted
hopeiessly. 90 be sure. but evidently with
a faint notion that maybe. maybe. his mas
ter might come hack.
Poor CID fellow they would say 70
him At the Tabor barber shop and pat him
kindly.
Poor Old dogf' was what he heard a.
F5ndlay's stables. at George Walkers ard
~ other places h. visited. Blu, he would
not hold up his head. and hs would not
eat.
Or. Hunt sat Up with him ana nu.sed
him as IL he had been an afling infant.
At 80 this morning Duke gave a. moan
that was hardly more than sigh and
went cut Into the infinite in search Of his
master.