The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1866-10-05

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than we have taken to chronicle them
However, to resume. After applying the
bottle we have noticed to the nostrils Of
Iriar, the jockey gave quick glance around,
and bcheld the English horse scarcely with
in dozen lengths. Quickly he bent down
and seized the reins Of the PROSTATE steed
he obeyed, and in moment was up. AS
he rose, cold shiver passed through his
body The opposing horse was several
lengths ahead Was Friar's owner to be
ruined? The mysterious jockey bounded to
the saddle. He applied neither whip nor
spur, for they were not needed, and Friar
ashed away like a spirit Of the breeze
But would all his swiftness make him victor?
We shall see. The English horse, as we
have noticed, was several lengths ahead
when Friar was ready to go, and one mile
only was to be covered. What a sickening
sense of ruin must have overspread the
heart of the Irish gentleman, as he saw his
noble horse such a distance behind! He
lost all hope, and sat back in mute despair
in the carriage in which he was. On and
on CAME the two steedS struggling wildly to
the winning post, scarcely a quarter of a
mile distant On and on; Frar seems to
|ork every muscle; he is a noble steed.-
What enormous and rapid DO ads for 4
horse that cannot but have ben injured!
Scci see! he seems TO shorten the interven-
ing distance 'twixt him and the other horse.
Work on, noble animal you seem to know
the destruction attendant upon your defeat
-tweaty more bounds and the fate of the
day is decided
''Hurrah Friar nears him - shouted
the excited crowd Yes, he nearS him he
is side by side with him! One mighty
heart-rcndering bound, and Friar-the no
bic Friar-hies past the winning post, the
victor by single length Loud, long and
uproarious was the shout of admiration that
rose from the crowd as they behold the
noble animal retrieve what he had lost by
the fall
The race was over. The English horse
was taken off to his stable. Friar was lying
on the ground, about hundred yards be-
yOud the winning post, in Il state Of fearful
exhaustion; the hOstler was striving to pour
some spirits down his throat when the
owner approached. He bent down anxious
~ toward the animal; the hostler marked
the pang Of sorrow that shot across his
face as he observed the dreadful state in
which Erar was, and said
Il m aicarcd, yer honor, poor Friar has
run his last race: see, yer houor, the dead
looking, glazy look his eyes have.
eyes, james, | see i; pool Friar has as
YOU say, run his lat race. :" Poor, noble
beast, how my hear; blceds to see You thus.
\ tear cour,cd down his cheeks. Despise
him not, gentle reader; think him not faint
hearted, childish. Many human being,
gifted Ivy God with a soul and talent, has
run his career and passed the bourne Of
death, and get has not saved a fcI.uw crea
turc from destruction. Poor, noble Friar!
Sec. see, the Jockey going over the hill, -
shouted those standing around.
TO alter him and tell him | wish to
speak TO him" said Mr.. Smith.
! Several started to obey tie order. a
young lal approached Friar's owner and
handed HIM a ate, which he said the
TRANCE jockey had given him for Mr..
Smith. 1t read thus:
'Iou are saved as | promised In half
an hoar i'riar viii be dead. l.eMembor my
advice"
Now, as old story tcllcrs say, Ito makca
long story Short" i'r.ar did die Mr..
/ Smith, in presence Of tic English gentle
/ man, tore the agreement that made lim
master of the other estate At the pres
cnt day the Traveller visiting W can be-
hoid the head OF Fiar over the main door
Of tic fine old mansion Of the Smiths
Reader we leave You to form your own
Conclusions concerning the niystcriou, Jock
cy We all have heard from the time We
were "gorS0oaS knee high, stories Of The
fairies OF dear Cd Ireland, and touching
these fairies every one has Il right to his
own opinion.