Daily Democrat and news. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1859-1864, 1860-04-30

How Bob c. sold his Horse for the Par.
pose ~ Leaving the City.
Those gentlemaa who are familiar
with Boston ~ it stood some fifteen
years since, will recollect that it was en-
tireIy connected with other parts of the
known world by bridges. Those not f.
miliar with il must take the averment OF
this rslator as . sad and sober reality.
Ina Boston psper of blessed memory
at said aboriginal and mepaval period
of Bostonic existence, the following ad-
vsrtisement appeared one morning:
Horse for Mle.-A fine sorrel horse,
sixteen hands high; excellent for car
riage and broken to the saddle, is now
offered on advantageous terms to any
one wishing to purchase. Sole reason
for the sale, that the owner wishes to
leave the city. Address Robern c.,
No. -. fremont street.
On the following day, as Robert
c., was walking up Chestnut street
en- route for his counting-room, he was
overtaken by a friend, who, after pass
ing the usual compliment of the season,
remarked
81 see you wish to dispose Of your
sorrel."
"Yes," replied Bob leisurely in mon.
otone.
"Good horse ?" ventured his friend.
Sublime !" returned Bob.
81 presume you'll warrant him q
"Warrant him - and took a long
puff at his cigar. "Of course. | shall
warrant him literally to my advestise-
ment."
"And you will guarantee him good
and sound! DO you know Bob I've
half mind to invest personally
tt ink the only r.ason you have fo'
selling him 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 sor-
rel.
Afternoon came round, and the 'pur
chaser came with it.
"Bob," he said dismally, "Bob."
"Yours to command, sir
"Bob, don't wont to get in fine
frenzy about my sorrel. l entertain
great respect for that sorrel. when re
member his pedigree, and all that sort 0
thing"
"Dammed by Lady Suffolk"
"And damned by myself! Bob by
thunder. Bob-Now, l swear, Bob
you know that / am not apt to" =.
Il should say not" was the meek re
joinder.
"But I swear, Bob, it's too bad"
"No; you don't tell me so"
"But l insist that l do tell you so.-
The miserable brute wont-Ah nov
own up, Bob, you've swindled me. Yo'
knew he wasn't worth his feed"
splendid animal. But I'll abide by
my warranty"
"Aud literally to your advertise
ment ?"
"Llterally."
"Well, Bob, he goes very we'll till h
comes to bridge, and then he stops
'Pon my word, I've done everything bu
prying over him with fence rail-
"Ant he won't stir -
''Not a STEP"
81 knew it," said Bob, calmly.
"Knew it! Then what becomes o
your warranty! Knew it? And ye
call him a good horse
Il didn't warrant him on that point
though. In fact l assigned it quit
plainly in the morning paper at reason
for wishing to part with him, tina
he would never cross a BRIDGE"
81 have copy here. Read such
clause if you can, and I'll submit to tn
loss with pleasure. Would not cross
bridge, Ell! Why there's not such
word in the advertisement"
Bob took the paper from his hand an.
read slowly and distinctly, with curl
Gus twiukling of the eye.
"Soe reason for the sale, the owner
wishes to leave the city," As tn
last rays of the setting sun tinged tn
high cbimney-pots and clothed the darl
dead walls with golden splendor, a quiv
ering little voice was heard to respond
chats so -