The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1906-05-22
LOVE Of A DOG
FOR HIS MASTER
Breaks Into Jail Rather Than
Suffer the Pain of Sep
aratiOn.
HOW HE WORKED THE
MAN WITH THE KEYS
Canine Eloquence That Proved
Too Much for the Prison
Keeper.

Jaller Wilkinson of the city prison was
on Sunday given n striking illsutratIon OF
a dogs lovo for man.
At IL o'clock I'm the forenoon Sergt.
Roberts arrested Mike Garvin. proprietor
of a Camp Lano hog ranch and carried
him TO the police station In beastly
and helpless state Of drunkenness, Car
vim Is the man who found the mysterious
hat in the Bullock mystery.
Didn't Notice the Dog.
Mikes utter inability to help himself
made tho Job OF searching, booking and
locking him up so strenuous that the Of
ficers about the Jail paid no attention to
the highly excited conduct of beautiful
shepherd dog, which accompanied tho
Sergeant to headquarters with his pris-
oner, threw himself into the midst OF
the scufile as the hog man was dragged
through the corridor and set up woetul
monologue OF canine protestation MS the
big steel door OF the drunk cell changed
to, shutting the helpless Garvin from the
light OF day. Then Wilkinson mopped his
brow and began to take notice OF the
dog. wondering to whom he belonged and
how so handsome an animal could have
been allowed to stray away from his
master.
Caught in the Act
His duties calling him elsewhere, how
ever, the jailer forgot about the dog for
half an hour, but at the end of that
time found him In the side jail yard gaz-
ing intently through the bars OF the
drunk cell window,
What arc you lampin' in there for"
asked Wilkinson, You don't want To
break into jail, do YOU? Them old soaks
ain. ht to 'sociate with the likes OF a
beauty like you be" Then the dog told
Mr. Wilkinson what no wanted.
Resorted to Force.
Taking flrm grip on the jailer's trous-
leg he proceeded to haul him around
the corner OF the jail. down a short flight
of stairs and up against the drunk cell
door Without releasing his hold with
his teeth he set up a scratching and
growing which left no doubt as to the
aJl-controlling desire Of his canine heart-
We'll let go my leg COMMANDED man tbro% the
you into jail. II that's what you're look
Ing for"
Instantly the dog released his hold and
the next minute the door swung open
and he threw himself upon the PROSTATE
form of his maudlin master. Tho shock
reused Garvin, and lecring about with
blood-shot eyes, he recognized his faith
full dog,
Contented at Last.
Putting an arm about the animals neck
he drew him down beside him and In an
instant man and dog seemed to have
drifted away into the land Of dreams.
minute and then walked. mumbling,
away to the booking sergenats desk.
"Put a charge o jail brcakln' agln Shep
Garyin." was all he said.
Early In the evening two Of GarVins
neighbors came in a wagon and. though
the man prisoner was not considered suf-
ficently sobercd TO be released. the dog
was taken to his Camp Lane home, dis
tancc OF at least three miles.
Couldn't Stay Away.
No one about police headquarters ex-
pccted to see him again. but at / o'clock
Monday morning the jaller was awakened
by something tugging at his blanket. 1t
was "Shep Garvin." and he handed tho
custodian of the bastile a few lines Of
hog-dog talk that no man with soul
2n him could get away from.
"Blast your curly hide" growled the
sleepy Jailer. as he pulled on his slippers
and took up his keys. this Is yer second
ioffcnse In one day, You'll sure get thirty
days for this. Come on"
And Shep and Mike were cell mates
lagain