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past the cliurcli. Not till next day was the 

 service completed. 



Another good story has just occurred to me of 

 an ex-master of the Bedale Hunt. 



A tenant farmer, whose christian name was 

 Charles, called one day about noon on his land- 

 lord, and, while talking in the library, a bell 

 rang, and the Squire said, "Ah ! Charles, that is 

 my luncheon bell, and, as it is about your dinner 

 hour, perhaps you will join me, but I have only 

 some hashed venison." 



"Thank ye, Sir," said Charles, "I'll be very 

 glad, an' I'se quite sure that what ye hev will be 

 good enough for me." 



Charles, in due time, got his first mouthful, 

 and, after turning it over and over, eventually 

 managed, with a mighty effort, to swallow it. 

 Then he looked at the Squire, who was eating 



