Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 88, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 April 1913 — DOG DIES RACING WITH TRAIN [ARTICLE]

DOG DIES RACING WITH TRAIN

Greyhound Followed Master Seated In Express, but Collapsed After Game Struggle. Meteor, a blooded racing greyhound, that was the pride and pet of his master, Lucian Gray, of this place, ran himself to death the ether afternoon Fyi A fiiY.milA anoori Tt/tni/hai AAA a DIA AAAAAC7 OjJCtStA LUUtt/3l Wltu a 1V CTV Haven railroad locomotive, says a South Norwalk (Conn.) dispatch to the New York Herald. Mr. Gray boarded a Boston express for Stamford, believing his Cog, which had followed him to the station, would go back home. But as he sat by a window and- the train moved out he was surprised to see the hound bounding alongside, glancing up affectionately. The master tried to raise the window to order Meteor home, but by the time he was able to do so the train was going so fast-and the noise was so great that the dog did not understand and kept pace gallantly with the car. “Please stop the train! I love that dog’of mine and I’m afraid he’ll be hurt,” Mr. Gray begged of the conductor, but the train was an express and couldn’t be stopped until it reached Stamford. For two miles the contest of muscle and steel went on evenly, watched by scores of passengers. Then the hound began to drop back. Mr. Gray walked from car to car, trying to order the dog home. As he reached the rear platform of the last car Meteor was passed by the train. ' Surely thp dog would give up then, the master thought, and he yelled a final order for the hound to stop. But the roar of the train drowned his voice.

Passing through Rowayton and then Darien, the latter town six miles from the starting point, Mr- Gray could still glimpse his pet struggling along desperately, far back ih the distance. But a little beyond Darien he saw Meteor fall, then roll over a couple of times. The master got an automobile as soon as the train stopped at Stamford and sped back to the outskirts of Darien. There he found a little crowd around the dog.

“We tried to do something for him, Mister,” said some one. "But it wasn’t any use. He was dead when we picked him up.”