The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1875-12-02
A FEARFUL UFSET- BOUND TO REPENT
AND THEN DIE.

A certain Cantonia who has gained consdera
BILE local fame as a successful horse trader bought
steed the other day-a t0uchy youn colt aged
about ten. accurately speakng)-and he needs
must try her m, tile, He also enticed along with
him The correspondent of sporting journal who
is acquainted with bud DObe, aud is Judge of
herse flesh and whisky-by theory. To the end
that they might view the colt IN the best light,
they took in several glasses of fluid extract of
CON, alter the fashion Of turfmen generally and
then started fur Louisville, or thereabOuts. They
stopped at several saloons IN get the opinion of
the bar tenders on the merits Of the colt, and
finally reached Louisville street. They went
down this avenue like schooner under full sail,
the carriage lacking from side " side, and the
drivers pulling first one line aud then on the
other.
Near the end Of the street the sportive colt tirel
of this style Of driving and wheeled around ~ 70
homeward. The buggy went one way aud the
horse another, and then the vO age ended In a
grand capSize OF the buggy and it1 occupants,
5hrieES Of pain and hnwls OF rage, with cries OF
help! firel police urderl yells aud groanS
rent the darkness and walked the sleepy inhabt
ants Of the street, The mOunful music Of pistol.
shots like minute guns of distress, came from
the stranded vehicle Help finally came, and one
of the sports was pulled out from under the car
rage body, covered with mud and nearly breath
less and the owner of the Sleed fshed out of the
mud. where he rat holding the peaceable colts
tore leg With tragi moan lie tell into the
helping arms and begged IL be taken home II
die. He was carried INTO neigh Iorng house
and stretched upon couch where he gave iull
vent to his mortal paia and his Ovelt wing
feelings: I'm dead man," he rOared in thrill
ing q, cents; that burned colt has been the death
of me. 0 my side OUCH I'm going to die!
can't livel Bill. don't leave me, stick To me till
the last and don't leave mel somebody pray
everybody pray. Haint there any Christian peo
pie here who can lray for dying siuner2 send
for doclorl I'm dying, Pray for NIT You wo
man, over there-Mrs. Goldsmith here and
pray for me. lOu know my mother; you know
me, Mrs Goldsmith Kiss me once beiOle die
U what sinner | have been! o Lord II be
good now. oh, my side Bill, I'm killed, that
burned colt" And then he lay over and h0Wed
and gruaned and refused u be cOmiOrted until a
doctor was brought who, not finding any hurts
upon him. aud discovering his bi6ulous cOndi'
ton, departed with the remark, ben, YOU won't
diejuSt yet" NheIeupOn the dying youth reared
up from that couch hobbed inlO carriage and
was driven home, sorrowiul but not very prayer
iul any louger. His death bed repentance was as
sincere as several other conversions he has ex
perienced, but. we trust. will last longer Neither
o. the parties want anything said about this seri
GUS matter but their friends wont hear of its be
ing forgotten, aud stll persist in asking questions
about the late deunct, which are very hard to ALI
swer without laughing Repository, NOv. 26th.