The suburban citizen., 1901-11-30
THREE DOG STORIES.

thoroughbred dog" said the man
whose time has been spent about the
kennels, sis his devotion to the memory
of kind master who is dead. There
was a friend of mine who owned
Newfoundland, and Dash, as they
called him, was never contented when
away from his master. Not long ago
the master was taken i'll. He had to
be moved to a hospital and Dash was
left at home. The dog refused to
eat.
about II o'clock one night he began
to howl. His cries alarmed the mem
bers Of the family, who were greatly
concerned about the condition Of the
patient in the hospital While his
cries continued the telephone bell rang
and the message Of death came over
the wires.
Dash was sent away until after the
funeral After his return a portrait
Of his dead master disappeared from
the house. Search showed that the
dog had carried it into n recess under
the house. 1t was rescued from him
with difficulty and screwed to an easel
in the library. A rug was put down in
front of it for Dash. He lay there
with an expression Of unutterable woe
on his face. He wouldn't eat. For
week he kept his vigil. Once or twice
he licked up little water and tasted
dainty food but he grew weaker day
by day. One morning, ten days later,
the library door was opened and there
was the faithful Dash dead on his
rug.
Instances are common in which dogs
have remained by the body Of mas.
ter, refusing to leave. 1t seems cruel
to think of killing an animal of this
kind to get him out Of the way, and
yet it has been found necessary in
many cases. A very remarkable case
of this kind happened a few weeks
ago within my knowledge There was
a little fox terrier, Il trim little animal,
with a vag of his stumpy tail for ey.
cry one, and he was the pet Of a young
boy who had reared him from puppy
hood. When the little fellow was taken
i'll the dog would creep into the room,
without the least noise, and would
lift himself on the bed TO lick his mas.
ter's hand. 1t was really touching.
After a time the boy became danger.
ously i'll. The dog had to be excluded
from the room, but he sat by the door,
never leaving it, with an expression
Of a5ject sorrow on his little face
The boy died The dog knew it
just as well as if he had been human,
and they took him away until after
the funeral In some way, however,
he escaped and returned home just
as the body was being placed in
the hearse. He followed it to the
cemetery. At the grave he sat on
his launches, his head cast down, and
now and then his cries, always low
and painful caused big tears to fall
from the eyes OF those who were
watching the last rites. He moved up
closer when the grave was being
filed, and when the mound was being
smoothed off and the flowers put
down the dog advanced and laid him
| self down at the head. A member Of
the family tried to pick him up, but
he snarled threateningly, az I they left
the little country cemetery, and the
terrier stayed there to guard the last
| resting place of his master.
"The family believed the dog would
return home that night, but he was not
In his box the next morning BY noon
he had not returned, and a servant
was sent to the cemetery. Just as he
got to the path leading down to the
grave the servant heard wild scream
Of pain and terror from the terrier,
and before he could hasten to see the
cause Mack had been killed. The
blow which ended his faithful life
was struck by a workman whom
Mack had attacked when he tried to
arrange the earth on the grave.
Dogs seem to realize when there is
trouble in the air. There is a true
story Of big bulldog that seized the
hand Of a drunken man who was try.
ing to kill his master. Blink, the dog,
had followed his owner into a bar
room one night and was lying under
the table when a difficulty arose be-
tween Johnson, his master, and an
Italian The italian fred at Johnson
once and was about to fire again,
when Blink jumped and caught the
mans wrist in a vise-like grip. The
Italian dropped the gun. Like a fash
Blink released his hold on the man's
wrist and seized him by the throat
The Italian was thrown to the floor
and it was not until Johnson had
kicked Blink in the side that he let go,
1t was rather hard punishment for his
good services, but If the kicks had not
been given, the man would have been
killed by the terrible laceration Of the