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RECREATION. 



minute, in doubt as to whether he had gone 

 mad or had turned human. 



"Wonder if that bulldog would know 

 enough to drive. Give him a trial," said 

 Jim. 



"Can you drive?" said Tom. Yelps, bob- 

 bings and a general stampede around the 

 sulky seat told the story, and then it was 

 that Deacon's application for the position 

 of driver for Ashwind was accepted and 

 he became a horse jockey. 



When the last buckles were fastened and 

 Ashwind, with a satisfied whinny, started 



for the track, the look of mingled triumph 

 and contempt the Deacon cast back at the 

 wondering Collie would have done credit 

 to a Booth or a Jefferson. 



At the fall meets and the country fairs 

 you may still see this oddly matched pair 

 performing their strange feat; and when 

 Tom takes his place before the grand stand 

 and tells of Ashwind's many victories, and 

 how Deacon became a horse jockey, the old 

 bulldog looks almost as proud as he did the 

 day Collie became a memory, and his own 

 future a fact. 



MISSED. 



FROM A PAINTING BV W L, STEWARD 



Clerk — There is a woman outside who 

 says you have robbed her of all she had. 



Trust President — I wonder which one it 

 is. — Life. 



