Patrick McHenry, of Manayunk, keeps a small cigar store, and adds to his income by serving a number of his neighbors with their morning and evening papers. Of late Patrick has received a good many complaints about the non-arrival of the papers, and, as he is a most conscientious man of business and serves his customers with clock-like regularity, he was sorely puzzled to solve the problem of what became of the journals after he had tossed them upon the doorsteps or into the vestibules of those who declared they never received them. It was puzzling, becaause Patrick had watched again and again, but could never detect any evil-minded tramp or small boys following him to pilfer along his route. The mystery was not solved until last Tuesday, when it was discovered that a cunning little scamp had trained a big Newfoundland dog to steal about half a dozen papers every day, which the youngster would sell at the railroad station and then squander the receipts upon corn balls arid other dainties dear to the juvenile palate. The dog was trained to lay down upon a folded paper, and, as he had a large lump or two of shoemaker's wax stuck to his belly and is a heavy animal, the papers would stick to him and he would trot off to his young matter, who would wait around a corner nearby. (402)