A WIGGING.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1526, 9 April 1886, Page 3

A WIGGING.

; The Rev. Dr Macleod (father of the { late Dr Noriqan Macleod), was pro* i ceediog from the manse of D—- to ! church, to open a new place of wor- | ship. As he passed slowly and grave* | ly through the crowl gathered about I tbe doors, an elderly man, with the j peculiar kind of wig known in that , district—bright, smooth, and of a red ! dish brown—accosted him—" Doctor, if you please, I wish to speak to you " " Well, Duncan," said *the venerable Dactor, " can vou not wait till after wgrship?" "No, Doctor. I must speak to you now, for it is a matter of conscience." " Tell me what it is; but j be brief, Duncan, for time presses." j " The matter is this, Djctor. Ye see the clock yonder on the face of the | new church. Well, there is no clock really there—nothing but the face of the clock. There is no truth in it but only once in the 12 hours. Now it is in my mind, very wrong, and quite ogiiust my conscience, that there shonld be a lie on the face of the Lord." " Duncan, I will consider the point. But lam glad to see you looking so well. You are not young now; I rear ember you for many years, and what a fiue head of hair you have still!" " Eb, Doctor, you are joking now ; it is long since I have lost my hair." " Oh, Duncan, Duncan, are you going into the house of the Lord with a lie upon your head P" This settled the question, and the Doctor heard no more of the lie upon the face of the clock,