Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 15, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 April 1893 — He Went to Walk. [ARTICLE]

He Went to Walk.

There is a story of a French dog whose breakfast was forgotten, whereupon he" ran into the garden, and returning with a sprig in his mouth, deposited it at his master’s feet. It was a sprig of forget-me-not. The truth of this story is perhaps open to question, but a story almost as remarkable comes from a Florida correspondent whose veracity is undoubted. Jack is a handsome Newfoundland dog. Every evening at 9 o’clock he is taken to walk by his master, who has an orange walking? stick, which he particularly likes and usually carries. Every evening on the stroke of 9 Jack rushes to the hat-rack in the hall, noses about among the walkingsticks and umbrellas until he finds the orange-wood Stick, and immediately afterward appears before his master carrying it in his teeth. He wags his tall and prances delightedly about, and shows as plainly as possible that he will be a broken-hearted dog if his friend and master omits the usual evening stroll. One evening the family were in the sitting-room with some guests. A shower had come up, and it was raining hard when the clock struck 9, The strokes had hardly died away when Jack danced gayly into the. room with the orange-wood stick in his mouth.

“No, Jack,” said his master, “we cannot go out to-night. It is raining too hard. We should get wet. Just listen to it rain, Jack.” With that the host turned his attention once more to his guests, and presently they heard Jack pulling over things in the hat-rack. They supposed he was putting away the walking-stick, like the clever dog that he is. A few moments later a .beseeching little bark was beard. There in the sitting-room door stood Jack. He had an umbrella in his mouth. Everyone flew for the rubbers, water-proof, - and hat of the man pf thq house, and that gentleftian, bearing the umbrella so persuasively offered him, took Jack out to walk without father delay.