Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-09-20

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| for discussion again, has long ago been
- answered by every man who has owned
a dog and loved it enough to win its conf
dence. Dogs not only think, but in some
cases develop extraordinary reasoning pow
ers. Furthermore, they have, after assOcia-
ton with the right kind Of people, a con-
science. And finally, not even the human
being is capable of a deeper love. The
writer once saw a fifteen-months-o pointer
pup that had never been in a body of
water, plunge into a lake and attempt to
bring his master to the shore from a group
of swimmers. When permitted to do this
his joy was apparent to everyone. After q
long experience he fully realized that the
master was in no danger but never did he
see him in the water without going to him
and staying within reach. What could have
suggested danger to that inexperienced little
animal but reason, and what could have i'm
PEELED him to go to the rescue but love?
dog known to the whole of Macon
many years ago was Dr. H. A. Mettauer's
setter jeff. The doctor lived in the bust
ness section, on the second floor of a build
ing at the corner of Third and Cherry
streets. Every day he would tie a nickel
in the corner of a towel and send Jeff with
it for ice. The ice dealer, two blocks away
would unite the knot in the towel, in Jeff's
presence, tie up a piece of ice in its place
and Jeff would gallop back with it to the
thousands of people and continued for sew
eral years.
But once a week the doctor would give
Jeff a nickel in his mouth, for a beef bone
| This he would carry in another direction to
AbePs meat shop, and be given a bone in en-
change. Jeff was never known to go with
the ice money and towel to the meat shop
and never of course, bought ice with his
meat money. Once, however, the good doc
tor forgot Jeff's bone for a whole week
and then trouble ensued, for the dog took
the towel to the ice house. laid down in the
sGWdust there, knawed the nickel free
buried it and placed the towel on the coun-
ter. The ice man, who witnessed the per
Torrance, to see what would happen, gave
him the ice in the towel, whereupOn Jeff
galloped back to the office, delivered the ice
and retuH ed on the run for the stolen
nickel, which he dug UP and spent for meat
This successful piece of cmbezzlement ruined
his character. He could never again be
trusted with ice money. Even in that he
was human, too.
When John T. Boifeuillet was\a boy and
both of US, prisoners every Sunday in the
Presbyterian Sunday school on Mulberry
street, his father was the owner of a New
foundland dog. older, probably, than either
of us. This dog was accustomed to lying
out in front Of the family residence, on the
grass, and bowling whenever the Presbyteri-
an church bell rang. The Methodist Baptist
Catholic and Episcopalian bells, all near at
hand, brought no RESPONSE but at the first
stroke of the Presbyterian bell his heart
seemed to break. The BoifeuiIIets were
Presbyterians and whether the old chap cried
because he knew he was to be left alone for
several hours or because at some time earlier
in his life he had ventured to church with
the family and been held during the better
part of the morning, I never learned.
only know that at times I would like to
nave howled with him. What there was in