The Wichita Daily Eagle

Honors to a Dead Dog.

I saw a queer corpse in the undertaking establishment of Lewis Jones, on LaGrange street, a few days ago, queer even in that grim receptacle. On the embalming board lay the body of a pretty brown spaniel and near by a handsomely constructed hardwood box, elegantly lined, which was to be doggie's chamber when planted in the cold, cold ground. The animal was the pet of a rich lady, who, when he one day became ill, sent him to the dog hospital, and when he died had his body cared for with as much tenderness as though he were a human being. Doggie was shipped from here to the lady's former home in Maine, where the animal was interred with full honors. -Boston Record.