The Carrollton sun. (City of Carrollton, Parish of Jefferson, La.) 185?-1???, 1860-08-04
Rob C's. Horse Warranty.

- Says the last boston saturday
Express:
lase gentlemen who arc familiar
xfEh Roston as it stood some fifteen
Sn2fs 3 since, will recollect that it was
tnely connected with other parts of
~ known world by bridges. Those
e Familiar with it must take the aver
of this relator as a sad and sober
s3lity.
In Boston paper of blessed mcm-
6ry, at said aboriginal and medieval
periods Of Bostonic existence, the fol-
aowing advertisement appeared ono
morning:
HORSE FOR SALE.--A fine sorrel
horse, sixteen hands high; excellent for
carriage and broken to the saddle, is
now offered on advantageous terms to
a~v one wishing to purchase. Sole
reason for the salo that the owner
wishes to leave tho city. Address
Robert c, No. - fremont
street,
On the following day, as Robert
c. was walking up Chestnut street,
en- route for his comting-roon, he was
overtallcn by friend, who, after pass
ing the usual compliments of the season,
remarked:
81 see you wish to dispose of your
sorrel.'
'Yos," replied Bob loisurely, in
monotone.
Good horse?" ventured his friond.
s'Sublime ~ returned Bob.
II presume you'll warrant him :" and
Bob took q long puff at his cigar.
"Of course. | shall warrant him lit
orally to my advertisement"
''And you viii guarantee him good
and sound! DO you know, Bob, I've
half a mind to invest personally? /
think the only reason you have for
selling is that you wish to leave tho
city"
Correct to the letter. -
After a few moments thought, the
bargain was struck, and in half an hour
Bob smiled pleasantly to See his friend
gallop down the streetAastaide the
sorrel.
Afternoon came. around, and the pur-
chaser came with it,.
"Bob." he said dismally, t'Boh.'"
''Yours to command, Sir"
"Bob. [ don't want to get ,h.;A, fine
frenzy about my sorrel. ] vntertain
great respect for that sore1, when |
remember his pedigree and ell that
sort of thing"
Damned by Lady Suffolk.'''
''And damned by myself! Bob, by
thunder-now, l swear, Bob, you know
that i am to-
Il should say not" was the meek
rcjoinder.
.sBut swear, Bob, it's too bad"
"No, you don't tell me so.''
''But l insist that I do tell you so.
The miserable brute won't-Ah! now.
own up, Bob, you've swindled me. You
knew he wasn't worth his feed.''
"Splendild1 apTirnal! But I'll abide by
my warranty. J
"And literally to .your advertise
ment?
"WeH, Bob, he goes very well till he
comes to Il bridge, arid ttcn he stops.
Pom my word, I've done everything but
prying him over with.a fence gail"
% .'And he won't stir -
= "Not STEP
81 Knew it, said Bob, calmly.
'Knew it Thcn what becomes Of
your warranty? Knew it? And yet
you call him u good horse -
II didn't warrant him on thrl point,
though. In fact, + assigned it quite
plainly in the morning paper, as Il roa-
son for wishing to part with him, that
he would never gross q bridge"
81 have copy here. Read such a
clause if you can, and III submit to the
loss with pleasure. WouId not cross n
bridge, eh? Why, there is not such u
word in the advertisement"
Bob took the paper from his hand and
read, slowly and distinctly, with curl
Gus twinkiing Of the eyes:
" Sole reason for the sale, the owner
lrishes 10 tcare the city !" As
the last rays Of the setting sun tingcd
the high chimney-tops and clothed the
dark, dead walls with golden spIcndor,
a quivering little voice was heard to
respond
That's 50!