A Couple Of Unhappy Hours

A rnther remarcable instaOce of fearlessness ix recordad as liaving been exbibited by a lady resident oí Covington the other day. A Mr. L , in business on this sido of the river, bnt reeiding on the other sido, hiid a black-andtnn dog in his fymily for many ycars, whioh waa a great pet and as intelligent ná a ohild. It was 14 years okl. Kecently it got siek, i]il ñnally went mad. Mr. L was absent at the time, bat Mis. Ij , in order to prevent tho dog from running loose umi biting anybody, got it iuto tho house andheid it down by the throat l'or more than two hours, until her husband oame home. The dog was lina takeu to the river and dröwned, - ( indnnati CütnmercicU, A Parisian and his wifi; quarreled. "I shidl drown myself," she tiually cried out, exasperated. "do, il' T am all that detersyoo," he akiswered. Slill, lie followed her, mul, whan she ilm-w bcnelf intp tlu Seine, plniigecl Lu and brought har to huid. A.s ba was climbing np the bank, however, he elipped back into the I rivéi, and, boing cxhauKtod by his previons oxcition, wus luiablo tu'save I self. His wife, socing liis Bituation, plungrd in alter liim, but, as slio twmld not Bwim, fliat wás ót no avail, aud boh must híivc been di-ownod liad itnot been for the timely ferriVal of some policemen, wlio pulled thom ont. Tlio pair went homo like.two turtle doves.