A Dog's Life.

A stranger was standing on the platform of a small railway station when the express flashed past. Into the whirl of dust raised by the train leaped the stationmaster's dog, and tore madly up the track in pursuit.

“Does your dog often do that?” asked the stranger of the stationmaster.

“Yes, sir. Every time the express passes, the dog is after it like a hare.”

“That's queer,” commented the stranger. “Why does he do it?”

“I don't know,” replied the dog's owner, scratching his head thoughtfully. “What worries me is, what is he going to do with it when he gets it?”

* * *