IN WHICH DR.

TOOLE AND MR.

LOWE MAKE A VISIT AT THE MILLS, AND RECOGNISE SOMETHING REMARKABLE WHILE THERE.
After church, Dr.Toole walking up to the Mills, to pay an afternoon visit to poor little Mrs.Nutter, was overtaken by Mr.Lowe, the magistrate who brought his tall, iron-gray hunter to a walk as he reached him.
'Any tidings of Nutter ?' asked he, after they had, in the old world phrase, given one another the time of day.
'Not a word,' said the doctor; 'I don't know what to make of it; but you know what's thought.

The last place he was seen in was his own garden.
The river was plaguy swollen Friday night, and just where he stood it's deep enough, I can tell you; often I bathed there when I was a boy.

He was consumedly in the dumps, poor fellow; and between ourselves, he was a resolute dog, and atrabilious, and just the fellow to make the jump into kingdom-come if the maggot bit: and you know his hat was fished out of the river a long way down.