A VISIT TO A VETERAN : WILLIAM 

 DAY AND FOXHALL. 



Geateley station on the London and South- 

 western Railway is far from being a cheery 

 place to arrive at about six o'clock on a wintry 

 evening ; but it was my destination on the last 

 Saturday in October, and having bundled out of 

 a railway carriage and looked up and down the 

 platform, it was something to be welcomed by a 

 dog. A good-looking fox terrier made his way 

 to me as I alighted, and gave every indication 

 of having expected my arrival, though why he 

 should have done so is a mystery, as I had 

 never seen him before. The fact remains, 

 however, to be accounted for as lovers of dogs 

 may be pleased to decide, that Tiger, as I after- 

 wards found he was called, appeared to know by 

 some sort of mysterious instinct that I was his 

 master's guest. It was less strange that a 

 porter should ask if I were looking for Mr. Day's 

 servant, as I was gazing about the platform 



