Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1860-04-16
How Bob c. Sold His Horse for the Pu,nose
of Leaving the CITY


of Leaving the City.
Those gentlemen who are familiar with Bos-
ton as it stood some fifteen years since. will
rec0ilect that 1t was entirely connected with
other parts OF the known world by bridges.
Those not familiar with it must take the aver
ment OF this relatOr as a sad and sober reality
In Boston paper of blessed memory, at said
aboriginal and meaieval period of Bostonic
existence, the following advertisement an.
peared one morning:
p Horse for Sale.-A fine -sorrel horse
sixteen hands high; excellent for carriage and
broken to the saddle, is now offered on advan.
tageous terms to any one wishing to purchase
Sole reason for the sale, that the owner wishes
to leave the city. Address Robert C, No
-, fremont street.
On the following day, as Robert c. was
walking up Chestnut street en- route for his
counting room, he WIS overtaken by a friend
who, after passing the usual compliments Of
the season, remarked
Il see you wish to dispose of your sOrrel. -
"Yes," replied Bob leisurely in monotone
Good horse?' ventured his friend
Sublime! returned Bob
81 presume yOu' ii warrant him ?"
Warrant him '" and Bob took long puf
at his cigar. "Of course. 1 shall warr mt him
literally to my advertisement"
"And you will guarantee him good and
sound? Do you know, Bob, I've hall a mind
II
YOU have for selling is that you wish to leave
the city"
Correct to the letter.
After few moments thought, the bargain
was struck. and in half an hour Bob smiled
pleasantly to see his friend gallop down the
street astride the sorrel.
Afternoon came round, and the "purchaser'
came with it.
Bob,'' he said dismally, Bob,
Yours to command, sir"
4" Bob, don't want to get in fine frenzy
about my sOrrel. [ entertain great respect for
that sorrel, when [ remember his pedigree
and all that sort of thing"
Damned by Lady Suffolk
And damned by myself Bob by thunder
Bob-Now, l. swear, Bob, you know that
am not apt To-
- should say not, was the meek reioinder.
But swear, Bob, it's too bad"
" No; you don't tell me So
But [ insist that | do tell you So. The
miserable brute won't-Ah, now own up,
Bob, you've swindled me. You knew he WASH t
worth his feed"
splendid animal, But I'll abide bv INV
warranty"
. And literally to your advertisement
" Literally"
Well, Bob, he goes very well till he comes
to bridge, and then he stops Pom nv word
I've done everything but pry1ng him over
Win fenCe rail
And he won't stir ,"
" Not step
| knew it, said Bob calmly.
knew 1t Then what becomes of your
warranty Knew it, And yet you called
him good horse p
IL didn't warrant him on that point, though.
In tact assigned it quite plainly in the morn
ing paper at a reason for not wishing to part
with him, that he would never cross bridge.
Il have copy here. Read such a clause if
you can. and I'll submit to the loss with plea
sure Would not cross bridge, eh Why.
there not such word in the advertisement;
Bob took the paper from his hand and read
slowly and distinctly, with a curious twink
ling of the eye:
Sole reason for the sale, that owner xishes
to Ieaue tie city," n As the last rays of
the setting sun tinged the high chimney pots
and clothed the dark, dead walls with golden
splendCr, a9uivering little voice was heard to
respond: That's soi''