Moonlight Encounter
Meeting R. on • the moonlit road, I stopped to talk. He had a mongrel pup at his •heel, a lively little animal that he was already bringing into the way of rabbiting. It was too early yet, he laid, to take the pup out with the loUg net, for he would develop into a barker if introduced to the game too soon. When he had a little more dignity and restraint, his training would begin in earnest, and R. hoped he would come to take the place of a spaniel-cross he had long ago. This wonderful dog had died while R. was overseas, but a new dog of the same stamp would one day be his companion again. " Rather a good dog than two mates with me," he remarked, " but if you fancy a night with the long net,- the old moon will be gone next week, and I could call for you any time after." The old moon has gone, and I await his knock, a little apprehensively it is true, for I am not as fit as I once was, and it is a while since I helped put up a long net.
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