The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1857-09-10

PROVE as good as he looks at cBaytown
Cannon. IS
.sfhe horse. Thornton" said the Ensign,
taking heart ut the manner of Miss Henley,
us snowy, but wants theppints of racer.
He may do for small affairs, with farmers
horses. But you should never have enter
ell him for the Harry Scury; he will be
sadly beaten"
"What'll you betl" said Tom, with the
air OF foot.pad about 10 lake wayiarer
by the throat.
"My good fellow, never bets said Dob.
son. "lf / were to bet with you, should
bet that he would be ds,a,ced"
The farmer surveyed the speaker, as il
revolving the propriely o. knocking him
down. He then turned TO the young la
dies, saying: Il don't ask eou to take my
opinion about Slrideaway-a the Squirrel
ask the Parson. they know little about a
horse, | think"
| should rather think thoy did, especially
The latter. DIR. RYDER was clergyman of
the old school; he rode fourteen stone in the
saddle, but selected his hunters so iudicious-
ly, that he was commonly in at the death:
and, at the end of some famous runs, his
black coat had led all tho red ones at the
finish.
81 do not require their assistance 10 ena-
bic me TO judge Of hotse," said Dobson.
"loar horse is snowy, as said before but.
on the whole, yerv inferior animal; and
the idea Of running him for the Hurry Scurry
is ridiculous"
"Oh really absurd, you know" said Miss
Dobson to Miss Henley.
"Do YOU think So, Miss Henleyl" said
Tom, appeaIingly.
Il cannot tell anything about it, SIR"
said the belle, codIy; and, declining the
pressing invitation OF the young G.umer 10
take tea, the party bowed, aad left him.
Tom Thornton stood with the racers
bride on his arm, looking Ter the miler's
daughter, as size ,ripped nioag, by the side
OF Ensign Dobson. y wish for bloody
war rose involuu,arily in the young farmers
mind, with an intense desire TO meet Dob
son ouxle battlefield, at tie point of the
bayonet, or in the rustic ung with the
naked fist. Had Dobson been Russian
Ensign, hy any inconceiyab!e possibility,
aud the siege cf Seba~;opoI in progress, a
recruiting sergeant might ,Jcu, aud there,
have ,cuJt'ed tie bounty aouey, with the
certainty OF its acceptance, the desceu
laut al Sergeant Tom Thornton, Of tue
Hampton Horse.
IIa was arouse! fom hi, regeric by the
near arproa-h Of three re lns: lis father.
Nj. Jolly, lie trs; or, 81. . ln Henley, ui
'hc Hampton Arms, ;he un', o: ;hc Belle.
- .l ,, a. oe-
he TAX. his irajuiu.!' said >- JyIy.
Never better, sir; hc c,ri,l me -four
mile gd'og, thi, morning. ike lhe wind,
and never turned hair"
That's the ticket" cried the three w2r.
jhiys, who hal each aul all backed him
largely. Mr. jolly turned 10 his compan
ions, as il he desired silence. He then
said:
Keep him 10 hi, work, Tom. keep him
10 his regular work, aud. ror your life, don't
do nothing to him without asking Inc.
Ask me about egerything.' Waving his
companions back, Mr. Jolly began to walk
slowly round Tom and the horse. "a an In
dian PAGES round the war post, or the Poly.
ncsj,n priest iabooS diving chief. After
he had surveyed Li,n from every possible
point of view, Mr.. Jolly came to halt in
his circumambienl course, aud said: lies
a horse rs anybody ought to think il a
privilege to bet his money upon. Hes q
horse a5 We knows The peligyee and perior.
manccs OF, and aS We have seen win in u
cauter; finally, hc', horse rs pronounce
10 be sound in wind and limb, and Il, TO
ran for a mans liirt"