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There is an old Btory, but never before printed in this column, that has always appealed to me aE very funny after a fashion.

It concerns Sir Percival, one of King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table. It seems that this gallant Knight was trying to find his way back to England after escaping from hostile hands, and found himself in the mountains, while a terrible blizzard blew and the snow became so deep he could hardly make headway through it. When night came he was exhausted, and half ftozen, and was given up to despair over the hopelessness of the situa' tion in which he found himself.

And then, just when all seemed lost, he was found by a great St. Bernard dog, whose business it was to help travelers in the mountains, after the fashion so well known in song and story. The brandy the dog carried on his collar did much to revive the half frozen Sir Percival, and he sprawled on the back of the great dog, holding to his back with both hande wrapped in thc shaggy coat, while thc dog worked his way with his burden, through the deep drifts of snow.

And so they came to a mountain inn. Those were dan' gerous days, and innkeepers had to be very careful who entered at night, lest their throats be cut and their tills robbed. So when the innkeeper heard the feeble shouts of the gallant Knight, he opened the second story window, and inquired who was there' and what was wanted. Sir Percival said, "I am Sir Percival, Knight of King Arthur's Round Table, I have been to the wars, became lost in the snow. am half frozen, and beg to be admitted to your inn."

Ancl the innkeeper replied, "All right. I shall admit you, FOR I WOULD NOT EVEN TURN AWAY A KNIGHT. ON A DOG LIKE THIS.''