A DOG STORY.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE " firscrAToR.1 Srs,—In these days your paper may have no room for a dog story, but I will venture to send you the following. On July 29th a lady was travelling from London to the North of Scotland, and after the train left St. Pancras, a beautiful West Highland terrier came into the com- pertinent, and made friends with her as if at home. The poor little thing jumped up beside her, nestling his head under her arm, but with sad look as if lost and lonely, and asking for kindness. No owner could be •found on the train by the guard, so at Hawick the lady telegraphed to the address on the collar, saying the dog would be returned to London by the midnight express, and had been cared for. He arrived safely, but the mystery remains of how he found out, and knew, the Scottish express.—I am, Sir, &c., C. Fox. Shute Leigh, Wellington, Somerset.
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