The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-08-12
Wichita Writer
in London

That bright Wichita writer, Zoe An
derson Norris, who has returned to Paris
from London, where she attended the
wedding Of Miss Clarence Norris, has
the following on a dog cemetery in Lon
don in a recent issue of the Brooklyn
Eagle:
81 kept hearing about that dog Gem
etery in Hyde Park said the woman
who has just got back home, ''how some
of the society women paid ten pounds
and more FOR a tiny spot there to bury
their pets and had undertakers and
flowers and pail bearers in the same
way<ds If they had been babies or nus
dDa is or something; so 1 wanted TO see
If A good many shrugged their should
ers and called it a waste Of time ana
money. and fooHshness and things IKE
that: but. rememberi Toodles, the dear
est little black and tan dog that ever
breathed the breath of life and now L
wrapped her up in a blue six eaoy
blanket one cold day in March and lad
her away in a bit Of a grave Rob dug for
her out under the cherry tree, then l
cried all night because II showed on the
Door little shivery thing, I Knocked very
softly at the gate Of that graveyard try
ing to get in
Through the chinks of the gate, which
was high and of board, could see two
women walking about and talking in
whispers In all probability one Of them
had lost a dog and as it was Sunday
afternoon she had come to weep.
at is always Sunday afternoons that
widows and widowers water the grass on
the graves until they begin to take no
. tice Then the spring rains take the
thing in hand.
After a while a girl came out Of the
door of the lodge and opened the gate.
asked her in a timid way if 1 might
go in. She said I might. She shut the
gate after me and went back into the
lodge. She was a pretty young girl with
a fresh English complexion and yellow
hair.
1.-THE other two women and I were the
only occupants Of the cemetery; that is,
the only living occupants. They knelt
down by little grave over in one cor
ner. I stood at the entrance looking
curiorsIy about; because it was the first
time / had ever seen a real dog cemetery.
All the dogs I had known had been
close to the garden fence or out by the
barn somewhere. One or two hadn't been
buried a all. Nip, a sleek. small italian
greyhound who had the privilege Of the
house warm rugs, silk pillows, touches
and all, went way out in the woods and
lost himself and they never even found
his bones. Then Ky-dog, just because
ne devoured a little piece out Of some
mans heel, was shot and thrown into
the river with weights tied to his legs
1.-THE cemetery was a mass of baby
slabs in even rows. with infant paths
between, hardly wide enough for people
to walk in The slabs blazed with in
scription. I moved gingerly, for fear Of
Brushing against graves, and read a few
g My Ruby Heart.
For seven years we were friends.
Died July IA, 1895.
In loving memory of Prince,
Also of Nibs.'
'To the right Of me were slabs Of less
recent date, old and worn. They lay
fiat. They were about the length of a
very small dog and close together. Space
IS expensive in Hyde Park. 1 wondered
they spared room for the dog graveyard
there at all On one I read.
d" KINKS.
Born 1891. Died September, 1885,
''On another:
'GyD,
Faithful and true.
''On still another:
Jack the dandy.
A sportsman and a pail
Leaning forward I read on a slab
nearer the fence these words;
- Fritz
a marytrr
"a martyri to what? Did some big
common measly dog pounce on the little
dog and chew the life out of him; did
he steal the morning beefsteak left by
the butcher boy at the kitchen door and
fell a victim to the deadly broom; or
was it feas?
cit was impossible TO say. The slab