Butte record., 1856-03-15
"When!n
Last week"

/ never mnd tnat. II he should
call, say she's dead-tell him | broke
her leg on the Troy Road, in conse-
quence of which We had to blow her
brains OUT
"Will you back me up in the sto-
ry?"
"Of course | will.'
''It's a bargain, then. Give me the
five hundred and fifty, and I'll send
the mare down tomorrow night. But
hadn't we better crop her name and
bob her tail, 50 that Skerrett cannot
sue me for lying to him!"
Just as you plcase-thcre's Your
money. BE sure to send her down on
Tuesday night, on the Knickerbock-
er."
Mr.. Mccall promised to do So
Soon after which he folded up his FIVE
hundred and fifty, and walked around
to Capt Knights for the purpose of
putting the party through.
This was Monday morning. That
afternoon Mr.. Skerrctt made his ap-
pearance in town. He met Mccall in
State street.
"Well, Mac, I've called to pay you
for that mare"
"What marc?"
"The gray mare-the one yoa wrote
me about last week"
Haven't you heard about that?"
"About what?'
"About that gray marc-she is dead
and buried"
''Dead-nonsense. You are fool
ing me-"
''Not at all. If you doubt it, ask
your noighbor Havens, who broke her
leg on the Troy Road"
''Is Hayens here!"
"Yes-you viii find him at stan
wix Hall"
It's not necessary for us to say that
Mr.. Skerret went to Stanwix Hall and
saw MIR. Hayens, neither is it necesa-
ry for us to say that Mr.. Havens
swore that the gray mare was dead,
and that he had killed her. He could
not do otherwise, without bsing ''los-
ing one of the best bargains he ever
made.
Mr.. Skcrrett regretted the ca
trastrophe, but concluded ther was no
use for crying over split milk. He
shook hands with Havens and left, say
ing he would Try and find piece of
speed in some other part Of the city.
IIavens having quoted Skerrett, took
the IS train for New York, and ar
rived at Brooklyn little after 10 on
Monday evening.
Mr.. Mccall promised to send the
mare down on Tuesday evening. He
did not % anything of the kind. In
consequence Of this, Havens came up
or Wednesday to see, as he said, what
the ID it ali meant"
He found Mccall at the new steam
boat landing.
"Why didn't you send that mare
down last night?',
"What mare!'
"Why, that gray marc l bought Of
you on Monday"
''On Mondayp
eyes, on Monday"
"You're mistaken. sold you no
mare on Monday, and for the best
reason in the world-she was dead a
week before"
Dead What do you meant"
"What do | mean? and have you
forgot that You broke her leg on the
Troy road, and that so badly that We
had to blow her brains out!''
"You don't mean to swindlc me by
any such game, do you?'
:'SwindIe! ID bit Of It. You
killed the mare, and | can prove it. )"
"Who by!'
'EYour own neiglbor, Skerrett, Of
Brooklyn.
"And what does he know about it,"
"Just what you told him, and that
is, that YOU killed the mare while try
ing her speed on the Troy Road"
Havens could hear no more, but
rushed for the police Office, where he
swore out a warrant against Mccall
for swindling. 1t was issued BY JUS
tice Parsons. But as "Mac,' proved
by Skerrett that the complainant adj
mitted that he killed the mare on the
9TH Of December, Of course he could
not have purchased her on Monday,
the 10th. Verdict for the defendant.
Mr.. Hayens left for New York on
Wednesday night, in the Manhattan.
He was accompanied by Skerrett. On
going forward, after tea, he saw a gray
mare that led to the following dia-
logue:
''Whose bob-taiIed mare is that,
Skerrett."
"Mine.
"possible-vhere did you get
her.
Bought her from Mccall. She Is
not quite as good looking as the one |