The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-05-19
BILLY MYERs's MARE.
A Story for Railroad Men Having o Little
Moral in IL,
futile, of Wabash College.

comfort to the traveler-and was interesting
myself in observing my fellow-travelers. 1t
is an old habit of mine to seek entertainment
OF such as may be so fortunate or unfortu-
nate as to travel with me- l keep wondering
who this is, and who that is and what they
are here for.
Sometimes the answers inferred are not
very pleasant For instance, on that very
road l saw a woman and four children
They were very still, and l wondered what
was the matter. At little station thew left
the car, and there stood little group of peo-
pie to meet them, In an instant all were
weeping. l wondered why. Our cars moved
on and then the reason was revealed in the
box that had Just been lifted from the bag
gage car, containing some ones coffin. l
said To myself: mo doubt it contains the
mortal remains of the husband and the
father"
But it was not of them or of him they were
mourning l meant to write There is class
OF men who ride on every train at the West,
of their own sort, enterprisng, jolly, and
Tree in speech and manner. Among them
are some OF the smartest fellows. and for
| them predict fortune. They encounter Pc
culiar dangers from their rowing kind of life,
and not the smallest of these is from Tip
ping. 1t is very easy to imagine that the
water is bad, or to feel damp" or exposed
to some disease or that one is very tired, and
elid1 u lltIl0 WHISKY VIII De gOOQ. i 0Otlce
also that many young men make mock"
OF my fears They are merry as crickets as
they tell their drinking exploits. Many of
them carry well-filled flask. And thus they
get very familiar with that which has de-
stroyed multitudes.
Two of these men met in our car. They
were merry, and at last they went back to
the water-tank to get water to mix with
something else which they drank. And when
they returned to their seat either because l
looked like one of their sort-as trust I do
motor because they noticed my interest in
their movements one of them asked me ''if
would not take little? 1t is real good the
genuine articlel'
thanked the young man for his Offer al
though my sense of duty struggled with my
politeness, and felt that ought rather to
say Get thee behind me, Satanl" But still
l thanked him, and added: LET me pay you
by telling You a story"
Now a story in tedious ride on a railroad
even if it be in one of the elegant Panhan-
dies, is always welcome, and so they all
listened as began.
''The fact is, gentlemen" 1 said, whilst
thankful for your offer, l am afraid to accept
it,"
well, / am not afraid" said the young
man, as if little hurt
II was not speaking of you, but OF myself"
replied. THE fact is, am afraid. But
was to tell you story, not an original one,
DuL one IN WHICH Unab man,
Father Hunt, the temperance lecturer was
an actorl
You may not know that on that subject
it was not always wise for an opposer to at
tack him. He was sure to be little singed
in the conflict.
Zone day Mr.. Hunt was making hard as
Sault on rum drinking in a neighborhood
where Dutch distiller named Billy Meyers
was a sort of king. This man was present
and continually interrupting the speaker by
saying in loud voice Mr.. Hunt, money
makes the mare gol AT first it raised laugh,
which Mr.. Hunt took in good nature.
AT last he stopped for personal colloquy
with his tormentor, and said; Look here,
Mr.. Myers, you say money makes the mare
go, and you mean that l lecture on temper
| ance for money, don't youp Yes, that is
what | mean Mr.. Hunt Well, Mr. Myers,
you carry on distillery, and you do it for
money. don't your To be sure do, Mr..
Hunt; money makes the mare gop And so,
Mr.. Myers, you say have mare, and you
have mare also; suppose we trot them out
together and see how they compared
THE meeting was in a grove, and the
sharp lecturer knew thing or two; and SO
the old distiller found out for Ne Hunt
pointed to a young fellow who was quite
drunk, and was steadying himself by a tree,
and said. Mr.. Myers who is that young fell
low2' The distiller started as if stung as he
| answered, That is my son. Your son,
is ne, MT. MNeTSl L guess ne mas Deen riding
| your mare, and got thrown, hasn't hep
"And who is that young fellow sitting so
drunk on that log out thereT" asked the lee
| turer, pointing to a second one.
THE dis tilier uttered an exclamation of
real pain, as he said, That is my son. tool
| He is, is her said Mr.. Hunt 4 guess he has
! been riding our mare, also, and she has
kicked up and thrown him over her head,
| hasn't she? Your mare must be vicious,
| dangerous brute, isn't she, Mr.. Myers
THE distiiler could not stand it any
longer, but said, Look here Mr.. Hunt, l
won't say another word if you will let me
| off,
"And there is my story about Mr.. Bill
| Myers and his mare. 1t may not seem TO
| yoc, young man. to have much point but the
| fact is have noticed bill Mye-ss mare" a
great many times, and | have seen a great
many men as fearless as you attempt to ride
the vicious creature, and have seen great
many of them thrown and their necks broken.
1t may seem cowardly, but l am afraid to
ride her, and most earnestly advise You to
get off whilst your neck is whole, for feel
sure she will some day throw you, and per-
haps kill you. l beg you not to ride Bill
Myers's marei" % s'
such was my story. It was not very deli
cate in its illustration, but is man to sickle
| for the niceness of words when he sees fine
young fellow riding down to perdition on
such jade2
My story hit the mark, and the young man
| to whom it was addressed was quite ''cut
down." and, to lease up the matter"
asked him his business, and found he was
agent for a large glove mandatory, and
forthwith he opened his satchel and present.
ed me pair OF gloves, as he said, "As sign
that my honest dealing was appreciated"
OF course l accepted them with thanks,
but added as a parting admonition: MY
young friend. take the advice of casual ac-
quaintance whose chief business is with
young men, and dismount as quickly as pos
sible from Bill Myers's mare?'
In Which They Are Unanimous.
Texas Siftings.
Johnny Fizzletop accompanied his sister to
party at the residence of Colonel Percy Yer