Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-24
Dogs That Were Heroes Indeed
Budge Puppies Lfe-Dsy Another Mother. M.enal Love Wire Haired Terrier
 Attempts to Save Companion.

Capt. Woodall made the discovery that
 one of the puppies was dead, and when Daisy was away he threw the little corpse into the Hudson. but the tide was low and there was no current to carry Il away. When the mother returned to her litter she instantly saw that one was missing. She went wild with anxiety
 and raced from barge to barge looking for her lost puppy.
 At last she caught sight of 1t bobbins up and down in the water, and in an in- stant she was after it. She swan to the side of the body, took it in her mouth and turned towards the shore But the icy waters of the river were too much for the gently bred dog, and though she made the most heroic efforts to save her. self and the puppy, which she fondly imagined still lived, 1t was no use and after 8 little while she gave up the at tempt as bad job, and before help could come she sank, carrying the puppy with her.
 Capt. Wooda1l was almost as grief stricken for his pet as Daisy had been for her offspring. and offered big re- ward for the two bodies, which were se- cured by boatman. An attempt was made to bring up the three littleorphans on the bottle, which succeeded so well that they are now growing lip and almost old enough to understand the story of their mothers heroism, which Capt. Woodall's little son Is never tired of tell- ing them.
 Another case in which 8 dog made a heroic attempt to save the life of friend was that of Jack, 8 wire haired terrier. After he had been in the family for few months a stranger was introduced in the shape of fluffy little black King Charles spaniel Jack and the new arrival-who was called Queenie became firm friends. sleeping in the same basket and eating from the same plate
 Queenie was devoted to the fire, and would lie inside the fender and go to sleep peacefully. Whenever Jack found her in this danssrous position he would look at her for moment and then, talk ing her by the neck, would place her on the rug. One evening he came to his master withsa look of anxiety, making peculiar
 
 at his master for moment and then left the room. Returning again he made the same noise and started for the door. look ing back at every step. His master was busy just then and took no notice until for the third time he returned, when the master rose and followed him. The dog led the way through several passages and finally into the kitchen, walked up to the range, and placed one paw on the oven. The fire was out, for the maids had gone to bed. and on opening the door there was Queenie at her last gasp. She had not been burnt, but simply suffocated.
 Every effort was made to revive the dog, while Jack stood by with look of the most intense anxiety on his face But 1t was no use. and the little body was taken into the garden and laid upon the lawn. Jack gave one glance at his friend, put his nose to hers, then ran of He was not seen again for three days, when he returned dirty, bedraggled and lame. Never did he enter that kitchen again. He had made noble effort to save his friend, and it was not his fault that the density of one man s comprehen- sion had prevented his succeeding.