The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-07-26

Souvenir to my dear Danish Norma,
 my faithful guard, 1900. My dear and devoted little Lovette, July 1905. To
 my incomparable friend, Crispy, sin
 cerely regretted, 1899. Bob, my dear | little companion, who loved his master
 so well. My old comrade, Seino. Our good and devoted scotte, 1904. Gyp,
 faithful little friend and companion. Linda, model of attachment, of fideli- ] ty, of intelligence, of originality, 1902.
 My little Jack, loving and faithful,
 June, 1904. Paddy, July, 1904. Peggie,
 1900. Jess, 1903 Snow, 1900. Nab,
 1901, Little dog Basset, four years
 old handsome, intelligent, good, killed by an automobile, 1904. Dan, watch ful and brave. To my poor Night,
 'Jamais plus,'' 19OO Sapho and
 Djerid, friends of Tola Doriano. Gin,
 ten years, 1901, faithful friend of Pu- | laski. Pepper, regretted by his mas
 ter 1905, Punch, farewell, 1904.
 There is an old story that when
 dogs were wild, before they came to be domestic animals as now, like the wolf, of which they are a species, they did not bark, but when they came to
 be the friend of man and to live with
 him, when they heard him talk tey,
 too, tried to talk and their bark has
 the result, and they never have gotten
 any further with their talking
 One of the most pathetic of dog sto- ries is that told by the Leper of Aosta
 to the stranger who pays him a visit at the Tour du Lepreux. The leper, whose name was Guasco, and
 his sister Angelica, both attacked with leprousy, were placed in this old tower just outside the city of Aosta to separate them from society. Here they were supplied with food from the Hosptce of St. Maurice, and were made as comfortable as their sad con- dition would. allow. Upon the death Of the sister the poor brother, left thus alone, was overwhelmed with. grief and loneliness, but when his sis ters death was followed by that of their little dog, this double grief all most deprived him of reason.
 l will quote the poor leper's own words as Xavier de Maistre gives them III the story;
 Some years before, a little dog had given himself to us. My sister had loved him and I confess to you that since she was no more this poor anil nal was a real consolation to me. We owed, without doubt, to his ex- 'treme homeliness, the choice which he had made of our dwelling for his re- fuge. He had been rebuffe1 by every body else, but he was still a treasure for the house of the leper. In grati- tude for the favor which God had &C., corded us in giving us this friend, my sister had called him Miracle, and his name, which contrasted with his homeliness as well as with his contin- nal gayety, had often diverted us from our griefs. In spite of the care which I took he would sometimes get out, and I never thought that this could be any harm to any one. How ever some of the inhabitants or the town bet anne alarmed and thought he might bring the germs of our malady among them. They complained to the city government and my dog was or dered to be killed. Soldiers, accompa- nied by some of the people, came to execute this cruel order. They put a cord around his neck in my presence and dragged him away When he was at the gate of the garden I could not help looking at him once more. I saw him turn his eyes towards me to ask the succor which I could not give him. They wanted to drown him in the Doire, but the populace who were i waiting outside stoned him to death. | I heard his cries and I re-entered my tower more dead than alive. My i trembling knees would not sustain me. |