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one day she met her fate in a trap, and so 

 brought her course to an end. The dog was 

 a well-bred fox-terrier, and the cat a tabby of 

 nothing beyond ordinary characteristics, save 

 in her early life having been fostered by a 

 hen, and in her prime the staunch friend and 

 comrade of poor old Foxie, the terrier. If 

 there are " happy hunting-grounds " for the 

 animals hereafter, and such things are 

 allowed in them, no doubt they will renew 

 their intimacy, if not their poaching forays, 

 together there. 



R. J. GRAHAM SIMMONDS. 



