The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1884-07-22
SHE WANTED A HORSE.
And Got the Advice She Wanted
From the Intelligedt Horse
Reporter.

Good day, sir.
A young lady stood beside the horse
reporters desk. ] came up here, she
said, because l often read in the Trib
une-papa takes it-about people thai
you give information to, Papa sayi
can have a horse, and one of thoss
sweet little village carts Won't it b
just lovelyf
The horse reporter subscribed, by
an inclination of his head, to the en-.
trancing nature of the prospect allud
ed to.
And I want to find out, she contin.
ued, Just what sort of a horse / ought
to buy, because papa doesn't know
anything at all about snch matters,
and I've got to do the whole thing.
1 suppose that you want a horse
that you can drive yourself?
Yes. And it must have its tail
square, like those at the races.
Weren't those lovely little horseys
that ran last Tuesday ?-the cute
things. / won a box of candy on that
delicious little Wanda. Isn't she
splendid Do you think l could get
Wanda?
You don't want a race horse
said the horse reporter, you want one
you can drive. You can get a bay
flly with her tail banged, though,
and that will answer the description
of Wanda pretty well.
Get a what?
A bay FLY.
What's FLY? Is it new kind of
horse, and are they fashionable?
A FLY, replied the reporter, els a
girl horse.
Oh, said the young lady, blushing
violently. And do you think I'd
better get a FLY?
1t will do as well as any. 1 sup
pose you want gentle one?
Oh yes. | want a sweet little
horsey that won't kick, or run away,
or anything like that. That would
be perfectly terrible. Why, Belle
Jones had a perfectly charming little
donkey last summer, and the nasty
little thing went right into the flower
bees at Central Park with her, and
ate up a lot of begonias and things,
and q horrid policeman said she
ought to get married and practice on
her husband a year or two before try
ing to drive a real donkey. Wasn't
he mean?
The scholarly forehead of the horse
reporter was again inclined in an
manner.
And 30, continued the young lady,
l want a nice horse-one that will do
just whatever / want him to as soon
as he finds it out. And it must be a
bay horse with square tail, and have
white harness.
They are not growing harnesses
with horses this year, said the horse
reporter. "They used TO do it, but it
is cheaper to let the horses grow up,
and then have the harness made.
Why, of course! exclaimed the
young lady. / ought to have known
better than that. Why, Gen. Grant
was a harnessmaker, wasn't he? And
that's how he came to be president. l
remember papa saying that no matter
how humble station a man got on at
be might attain any honor in this
country.
Gen. Grant was not a harnessma-
ker, said the horse reporter, aud your
papa didn't say anything about a man
getting on at station. Prosperity
sn't railroad train.
Well, perhaps he didn't, but any
way, / want a white harness, and a |
blue ribbon on the whip. 1t will be
ust too lovely-and the young lady
'at back in her chair and for a mo-
nent silently contemplated the &C.
tatic vision thus conjured up. Then
he said: What shall 1 call my
horse?
Have you decided to get filly2
Yes.
Well, there are plenty of good
names. How does Beatrice strike
you?
o, that would be elegant. And
hen / could call her Trixy for short,
couldn't II 1t will be simply raw
shing to have that dear, darling
title horse, and a cunning cart with
'ellow wheels, and think you're
Iwfully good to tell me all about it.
And will there be an item in next
sundays paper that Miss Lillian
smith appears daily on the boule-
ard driving beautiful bay 6lly.
Yes, we'll have an item prepared.