MEETING OF THE DOCTOR AND THE CURATE.
“When riding out one day, he observed Standish coming on with his usual ‘dash, dash, dash,’ and stoical look. The clerical gentleman put spurs to his beast, and charged the man of pills and pukes at full tilt. Within three feet of Standish’s horse’s nose, the young curate reined suddenly up. The doctor’s horse, as anticipated, came to a dead halt, when the burly body of old Standish rolled into the muddy highway, going clean over the horse’s head.
“‘Ugh!’ grunted the doctor.
“‘Good morning,’ said the curate, good-humoredly.
“The doctor picked himself out of the mire, and, with a volley of expletives ‘too numerous to mention,’ clambered on to his beast, and trotted on, dash, dash, dash! as though nothing had happened.”
