THE JUDGE'S DOG STORY.

Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2113, 23 January 1886, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE JUDGE'S DOG STORY.

— ♦ "Yon talk about dogs," said the judge, "you talk about dogs — I can tell you the funniest story about a dog." "Did you know the dog?" said the doctor. "I did. The dog belonged to a friend of mine, who used always to take him out with him," " A had habit," put , in the doctor ; " you should never let a dot; know too much," "The dog used to wait outside for him when he went in to call on a friend. One night there were a very merry party, and they kept it up late. My friend got very drunk. The dog finally got restless and began to howl. A champagne bottle just passed his nose, and he smelt it and shut up. Abont two o'clock in the morning my friend came out. He said good night, shut the door, walked in by the garden gate all over the flower beds, and finally, unable to get out, he lay down on a rose bush and went to sleep. The dog watched by him till the milkman came along in the morning, picked him up, and took him home,'' That's nothing," said the doctor. " You just wait a minute. Two or three nights later he went and called on his friend again, and took the dog with him. The dog waited outside a little while and began again to howl. Another champagne bottle was thrown at him. He smelt it, winked to himself, and trotted off. He went home, scratched at the door till the servant girl opened it, attracted my friends wife's attention, made her follow him to a pile of planks, and whined till they got ont a very long and broad one. Then he directed them to where his master was, and when the door bell rang and the door opened, the revellers found the dog, my friend's wife, the servant, and a stretcher. The dog knew what was needed, you bet." " Well, said the doctor, " I thought I knew all the dog stories, but that's a new one."

Some short time since, David Boardman, the sexton of Tonge Church, Middleton, near Manchester, went to his work in the churchyard. Shortly afterwards the people were surprised to hear the church bell toll three times. Mrs Boardman went to the hurch to ascertain the cause, and found her husband bagging from the bell rope. Life was extinct. Lord Charles Thynxe.— The ranks of the Roman clergy are about to receive a venerable recruit in the person of Lord Charles Thynne, who is an uncle of the present Marquis of Bath, , and is in , his 73rd year. Lord Charles was formerly a Canon of Canterbury Cathedral, and bad, besides, a charming Wiltshire vicarage, while his wife was a daughter of Dr Bagot, Bishop of Bath and Wells. But he resigned his preferments to join the Roman Catholic Church in 1852, and he has been a widower for some time. After living for many years in the Redcliffe region of South Kensington, Lord Charles recently bought a place near WoodChester ; but when be has received Orders, he will probably reside at Torquay.— World. .