The Washington herald., 1907-02-24


OF Oakland. While on the boat my atten-
ton was attracted by the repeated laugh
ter Of crowd short distance away.
Snaliy saw what was amusing them
Il would have made any one laugh to
watch the actions OF the intelligent little
dog, whose master, a grun-looking man,
was sitting on the corner Of q cushioned
seat on the upper deck. The man looked
ike the sheriff in the Girl from the
Golden West" You wondered what had
ever induced hIm to leave san Francisco
for a journey into the fields even Tor such
a short trip as to Oakland. lie looked
more like an illustration in dime novel
than a real human being.
lie was very tall with coarse air, due
perhaps to the fiber Of his hair and mus
tache. the latter giving that peculiar effect
Of saddle bags which all mustaches have
when they grow wider as they leave the
chin.
His clothes were Of the finest cloth you
ever saw; in fact, / had never seen such
cloth before except IN neciSties- His over
coat must have cost "a small fortune, and
in his tie he wore "a long yellow diamond
that looked at "a distance ike an imported
Hartz Mountain canary. His cane was
gold-headed, and under his thin gloves
you could see Jumps that were caused by
big rings. Around him was rank odoT
OF musk and cloves.
He was surly and rather tipsy. and was
continually falling asleep. When his eyes
closed and he began TO nod, his little dog
would scratch him gently on the back Of
his left glove till he awoke. These were
the times when the crowd had broken into
the laughter which 1 had heard
You never saw a finer dog than was
this black-and-tan terrier. He was as
sleek as the seals at the Cliff House. !
can't imagine a more intelligent-looking
dog The little fellow was 50 polite
Every time he woke his gruff master he
looked as though he were bowling and
begging his pardon. He seemed TO tel
him that with this big staring crowd
gazing at him. and on this swaying boat
il would probably be better for him TO
keep awake-if he didn't object-and that
he. the dog. would Just sit there and help
him-if he didn't mind.
Threw DOG DNtEHBaEus
Every time the overdressed loafer fell
asleep the faithful little dog woke him
and was scolded for his pains. Finally
the bejeweled brute shouted: Prince. if
you wake me again III have to beat
you.'
/ could hear grown people rs well as
children wishing they owned that dog.
One mother told her little girl to quit
teasing her 10 buy the dog. because il was
easy 10 see that the little dog loved his
master, so that he couldn't ever love any
one else. Whereupon the child said oh"
The boat had got hale way across the
bay The dogs master had gone TO
sleep again. The bright-eyed, nervous
little animal again awoke him Again his
owner threatened so roughly as 10 make
the little girl and few other children
shudder.
II you wake me up again III throw
you overheard
The dur-Witted, heavy-eyed creature
again dozed, and as gently as an angel
would awaken a sleeping baby this little
terrier began 10 stroke his owners hand.
The man awoke and grabbed his dog
by his sparkling silver collar. While the
people gasped, he walked TO the railing
Of the upper deck and threw the loving
little guardian overheard into the bay
he disappeared Urder the big paddle
wheel at the side on the boat.
Women screamed and children cried as
IL one OF their parents had fallen over
board. Men rushed the gambler TO d
corner. where he backed against the wall.
He held his right hand behind him AMI
deGed the crowd. Some shrieked that
they would Ike u help string him UP.
Deckhands gathered around him and
helped him of the boat. where he was
guarded by the police.
DOG of Boyhood's Memory.
He was my dog when I was a boy.
l loved him then and 1 love his memory
now. lie died in my lap I'm Portland,
Greg. when he was about six years old.
Some one had poisoned him Every time
I go 10 Portland there is no place I look
on with more deep regret than the spot
near the railroad yards where he lies
buried
owned this dogs mother. and he and
I became pals. He was more than a
dog. He had almost a human inteIli-
geEce, but passed in a crowd for a dog.
In that way he fooled fleas, as they
stayed or him in preference to me.
nSr1Ted him Duff when he was a few
weeks old, and when l was at the Lewis
and Clark Exposition, in Portland. year
before last. many We're the people that
came. not TO see my exhibit Of birds and
horses. but TO talk about Duff. These peo-
pie had been impressed years before by
this rather ordinary looking bull terrier
He was anything the crowd he was
with wanted MIN 10 be. His early char
acter in Silverton represented the local
color OF the town. As a result he was
more or less a clown. He and 1 went
about without much purpose. and where
there was the least resistance-nOt mean
ing that We tried any Of the doorknobs.
But we sort of loitered around at our
leisure. and in that way got to know
each other very well, and. incidentally,
a. lot OF other people.
One Sunday We went to WiIhoit Springs
a mountain resort, where many prominent
people came from Portland to spend
week or So The proprietor was a cross,
surly man. and his guests were pining for
something intellectual. They sOCn found
Duff They marveIed at his tricks and his
keen mind They said they wished he was
the proprietor of the soda springs.
II was here that Duff introduced me into
the first real artistic atmosphere 1 had
experienced. The man that admired my
dog chum most was photographer named
Walling. 1 drew pictures for him on bark
and chips while Duff was resting Mr..
Walling told me that both Of Us ought 10
come to Portland. where lac was sure our
talents would make a hit.
Canine Stunt az $3.50 Per.
We finally did so to Portland after sew
aral years. and Duff's friends received us
warmly. I had expected to make my for
tune and to support Duff royalty. But my
drawing was net appreciated in Portland
as il was in Silverton.