A NARROW SQUEAK.

NZ Truth, Issue 57, 21 July 1906, Page 6

A NARROW SQUEAK.

* A-terrible tragedy happened m a first-class carriage at a southern railway station one morning last week. A spinster, carrying a rug, stepped into a car, and she placed the rug on the seat while she skjpped across to the bookstall to get a paper. A 24st man at that moment came along, and stopping at the open door pulled himself through and dropped down on the rug. There was one smothered yelp, a convulsive tremor, and the shrieking old maid pulled the carcase' of a dying poodle out of the "bundle. All efforts to revive the small section of dog proved useless, and he died m the arms of his mistress, while the porters stood round reverently, thinking the old girl might offer one of them a sovereign to give the pup a Christian burial. The fat man wiped the perspiration from his face, and chatted with another passenger, but the moment the pup expired the spinster called him "Murderer," "Assassin," "Thug," and other insulting epithets. "Murderer, am I ?" said the fat one. "Why, you nearly killed me with shock when you let that yell out of yer., I'm congratulatin' meself that I didn't sit down on a bulldog, who would have ripped g, piece off me leg; before I 'ad timp- to back water."