Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-05-05

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close 10y the side Of the rarson. "You
ride we'll"
Who-ho-ho.o o! who o-a!' yelled the
clergyman: Juggling at the reins with all
his might.
But it was Of no avail. Old Morgan
had now reached ahead of all competi-
tors, and he came up to the judges stand
three rods ahead, where the petrified dea-
cons were standing with eyes and mouths
wide open.
"Don't STOP" cried the judge, who
now recognized Parson Ridewell, and
suspected his business, and who also saw
at once into the secret of old Morgan's
Joining the race Don't STOP" he shout
Keep right on, parson. You are good
for another mile. Now you go-and off
it isl"
These last words were of course known
to the horse, and no sooner did Morgan
hear them than he stuck his nose out
again, and again started off. The poor
parson did his utmost to stop the bewitch-
ed animal, but it could not be done. The
more he struggled and yelled, the faster
the animal went, and ere many moments
he was again at the starting point, where
Morgan now stopped Of his own accord.
There was a hurried whispering among
the wicked ones, and succession Of very
curious winks and knowing mods seemed
to indicate that they understood.
upon my soul, parson," said the lead
er of the abom1nation, approaching the
spot where the minister still sat in his
saddle, he having not yet sufficiently re-
covered his presence of mind to aismount,
''you ride we'll. We had not looked for
this honor"
!" Honor, sir" gaspcd Ridcwell, look
ing blankly into the speakers face.
"Ay-for it's an honor. You are the
first clergyman who has ever joined us in
our Sabbath evening entertainments"
"I-I, sir! joined you?"
"Ha, ha, hal Oh, you did it we'll.
Your good deacons really think you
tried to stop your horse; but saw
through it; | saw how Silly you put your
horse up. But I don't blame you for
feeling proud OF Old Morgan, for should
feel SO myself if owned INN. But you
need not fear; will tell all who may
ask me about it, that you did your best
" oloP lIC DStsSL, t'l L WOulu 1dtllcl
stretch the truth a little than have such a
good jockey as you are suffer-"
This had been spoken so loudly that
the deacons had heard every word, and
the poor parson was beWildercd; but he
soon came to himself, and with flashing
eye, he cried:
CIVILIANS. what mean you? Why do We
thus"
Hold on" interrupted one of the
party, and as he spoke, the rest Of the
racing-men had mounted their horses,
Shold on moment, parson. We are
willing to allow you to carry off the palm
but we won't stand your abuse. When
we heard that you had determined TO try
If your horse would not beat US all, we
agreed among ourselves that if you came
we would let you in. We have done so,
and you have won the race in two mile
heat. Now let that satisfy you. By the
hockey, but you did it we'll. When you
want to try it again, just send us word,
and Well be ready for you Good byp
AS the wretch thus spoke, he turned
his horses head, and before the astonish-
ed preacher could utter word, the whole
party had riden away out of hearing. II
, was some time before one Of the church
men could speak. They knew not what
to say. Why should their minister's
horse have joined in the race without
some permission from his master2 They
knew how much he set by the animal
and at length they shook their heads
with doubt.
''lts very strange said one.
"Very," answered second.
Remarkable" suggested a third.
"On my soul, BRETHREN" spoke Ride.
we'll, 81 can't make 1t OUT
The brethren looked at each other, and
the deacons shook their heads in very
solemn and impressive manner.
So the party rode back to the breth-
ren's house, but none of the party would
enter. nor would they stop at all. Before
Monday had drawn to a close, it was
generally known that Parson Rldewel]
raced his horse on the Sabbath, and a
meeting of the church was appointed TO,
Thursday.
Poor Ridewell was almost crazy with
vexation: but before Thursday came
Pompey found out how matters stood ano
F he assured his master that he woulC
SlS"i tHC IHdLtcI up, dIlu AFTER u Gay
search, he discovered the astounding fact
that some Of those wicked men had beer
in the habit Ct stealing old Morgan from
the pasture, and ra-ing him on Sabbath
afternoons Pomp found out this muct
/, but he could not find who did it!'
, AS soon as this became known to thu
f church, the members conferred together
and they soon concluded that under these
, circumstances a high melted horse
would be very apt to run away with hi.
rider when he found himself directl,
upon the track.
) So Parson Ridewell was cleared, but i
was long time before he got over tn,
, blow, for many were the wicked wag
! who delighted to poster MIN by offering
t to "ride a race with him, to 8: bet o.
t his head" or to "put him against tn
y world on a race" But Ridewe!l grey
! older, his heart grew warmer, and finall
he could laugh with right good vii
e when he spoke of his unexpected race B
S sure there Was no more Sabbath racing il
n that town.
4 Rough I2etort.
In the city of Halifax there dwelt
lawyer, crafty, subtle, and cute as fox