Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1860-07-18
MISCELLANEOUS.
How Bob e.. Sold his Horse for the
Purpose of Leaving the City.


ton as it stood some fifteen years since, will
recollect that it vas entirely connected with
| other parts of the known world by bridges.
| Those not familiar with it must take the aver
ment of this reiator as sad and sober real
ity.
In a Boston paper of blessed memory, at
| said aboriginal and mediovol period of Bos-
| tanic existence, the following advertisement ap
| pearance one morning:
! Horse for Sale "A fine sorrel horse, six
| teen hands high; excellent for carriage, and
| broken to the saddle, is now offered on adyan-
| tageous terms to any one wishing to purchase
Sole reasons for the sale, that the owner wish
es to leave the city Address-Robert c.,
No, fremont street.
On the following day as Robert c., was
walking up Chestnut en- route for his countin z
room, he was overtaken by friend, who,
after passing the usual compliments of the
season remarked
Il see you wish to dispose of your sorrel
horse
Yes" said Bob in monotone.
Good HORSE" ventured his friend.
'Sublimel" returned Bob.
Il presume you'll warrant him?"
Warrant him. and Bob took a long puff
at his cigar. ''Of course, I'll warrant him
literally to my advertisement"
"And you will guarantee him good aud
sound? Do you know, Bob, I've half no.
ton to invest personally? L think the only
reason you have for selling is that you wish
to leave the city"
Correct to the letter"
After few moments thought, the bar
gain 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
bob [ don't want TO get in a phronzy
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, Bobby thun-
der. Bob-now swear, Bob, you know
that l am not ap. to-
Il should say not" was the mock rejoln-
der.
''But swear Bob, it's too bad"
mo, you don't tell me So"
but insist that do tell you so. The
miserable brute won't-Ahl now own up,
Bob you've swindled me. You knew he
wasn't worth his feed
'Spiendld ANIMAL. But L III abide by nv
warranty"
.'And literally to your advertisement"
\ Literally"
E"Well, Bob, he goes very well till he gets
to . bridge and then he stops. 'Pon my
wor1 I've done everything but prying him
over,Eith fence rail"
''Ald be won't stir?"
INC step"
Il Kew it," said Bob. calmly.
''Knev IT. What becomes of your war
ranty? Knew ii? And you called him a
good hors?"
Il didnt warrant him on that point, thou'h
In fact. l assigned it quite plainly in the pa
per a reaaon for wishing to part with him,
that he woull not cross bridge"
Il have aeopy here. Read such clause
if you can. AID I'll submit to the loss with
pleasure. Wuld not cross bridge, eh?-
Why there's n,t such word in the adver-
tisement"
Bob took tholaper from his hand and read
slowly and disuntly, with curious twink
| ling of the eye:
'.Sole reason foi the sale, that the owner
| avistes to leafs the. city,
As the last rays q the setting sun tinged
the chimney tops arb clothed the dark, dead
walls with the goldel spleudor. quivering
little voice was heard o respond:
That's so."