_THE DOG OF MR.

BUTTERWICK'S, AND OTHER DOGS_.
One day I met Mr.Butterwick in the street leading his dog with a chain.

He said that it was a very valuable dog and he was anxious to get it safely home, but he had to catch a train, and I would confer a personal favor upon him if I would take the dog to my house and keep it until he returned from the city.

The undertaking was not a pleasant one, but I disliked to disoblige Butterwick, and so I consented.
Butterwick gave me his end of the chain and left in a hurried manner.
I got the dog home with the greatest difficulty, and turned it into the cellar.

About an hour later I received a telegram from Butterwick saying that he had been compelled to go down to the lower part of Jersey, and that he wouldn't be home for a week or two.