Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1884-12-27

break, little roam mustang he had
told his wife there was no sense in
breaking a colts sides in to break 1t.
He had been reading "Rarey on Horse
Training" and he told his wife to come
out in the barnyard and see how he,
with kindness, could master a colt. This
colt was easily bridled and would lead
anywhere. Some old harness was gently
laid across its back, and though a trlhe
scared, 1t worked eighteen carats fine.
Smith was delighted. He took OF the |
harness and told his wife he was going
TO ride the colt. She gave little scream \
and pleaded with him TO wait until to- 4
morrow.
Never Put of until tomorrow what /
ought to have been done yesterday" !
said Smith, getting funny. women are /
all right in their place, L alus said, but /
when a man is breaking a mustang, sill /
ence is a regular COmstOck mine" At
this junctUre the colt stepped on his
foot.
go dang your eternally dodblasted
feetl Amt there room in the hull barn
yard for them internal talOns of yOur'n2"
and he gave the colt a slap on the neck
and backed and pulled TO get his foot
out.
kindness, John, kindness" said his
wife, wildly.
"Lookahere, Susan J. Smith, want to
/ know vino is breaking this ere colt" he
] said in tones Of enforced calmness. 81
/ suggest that 1 am breaking thls-this
/ measly mustang"
Did it hurt, dear?"
ooh, no, it was perfectly delightful;
! never had anything to feel so good in all
my life" he replied with infinite sar-
/ casm. 81 suppose if this barn'd fall down
on me I'd hear you a cOOnin' through
/ the fence, Did it hurt YOU, dearP Some
women are born handsome, an some
amt got no sense. I've seed lots o. hand
| some women in my time, but Pm not
acquainted with any at present" and
| with this annihilating remark, he re-
turned to the colt.
He made a leap and got on the colts
back. There was a movement Of legs,
and Smith was setting on air for a second,
and then tumbled headlOng into a fence
corner.
ooh! Ohr' screamed his wife.
cob, what?" said Smith, getting up
and trying to look unconcerned, while
he wiped the blood of his ears.
Il thought that-that-," faltered his
wife.
"Will you state to the audience your
valuable thoughts? I'll get 'em framed.
/ Never wanted anything since was born
so bad. Did ye think didn't get off on
purpose? May be you thought that the
colt thrOWed me. Do you suppose I've
monkeyed around horses as long as L
have, to let little calf like that throw
me?' he rOared. Susan j. Smith What'd
I marry ye for? tell yer to yer teeth
got of. Lots Of consolation can get
from a woman chatterIng like a Guinea
hen. No wonder the colt is scared.
Poor colty, poor COlty, come now" and
the colt followed as meek as a lamb.
Maybe you wouldn't get on the colt,
Susie, dear" and he looked very hard at
his wife. Would you, Susie2" he draWl-
ed in killing irony.
John, pIease-dOn't-get of so quick
this time, and-ifyOu have to get off
very quick, please get off further away
from the fence"
Smith got on, determined to stick or
/ die. A few people may have an idea of
/ what a mustang can do, but the majority
/ Of humanity will remain in sublime
/ ignorance until time is no more. 1t went
| every possible direction except straight
| ahead, and made every possible motion
| except a decent one. Smith stuck well,
/ so did the colt. The wife, remembering
/ the bread in the oven, returned to the
| house, and an hour later came out on the
/ field Of conflict and saw her husband
/ still making WIS in the air The barn
/ yard was all plOwed up.
/ 'Suse, Suse," he called between bucks,
make my will. Tell Jim to bring my
/ gun, and tell the neighbOrs 1 died game,
he called out, trying to get his wife eX-
cited. It's me on the colt, and it's nip
and tuck, with the chances in favor Of
| the colt"
Suddenly the colt walked straight
ahead in a peaceable manner. Smith |
came riding up to the fence, his hat of, |
his face as dirty as freman's. and his
/ ear still bleeding.
Talk Of breaking a colt with kindness, !
/ oh
the eternal daylights out of i'm. A colt |
wants to be killed, killed, dye heaf?"
He got of and struck it In the flank /
with his fist. Quick as lightning the /
colt wheeled and kicked HIM through |
the fence. "Oh?' screamed his wife, /
ARE you hurtP'
"Oh, no, Susie, I'm not hurt. Pm Just |
killed, that's ALL" he said in a weak |
voice. If you amt tired, Mrs. Smith, you |
might get me a little cold water. just a /
little BIZ; wouldn't have you straiA your /
self for anything"
When his wife returned he was stand /
ing by the fence very pale and weak.
1T you viii return, Mrs. S, and bring /
me the gun, I'll kill something. Blood |
has to be spilled now. I'll wipe this
out with goTe-the reddist kind Of gore.
What are you standing there for, staring
at me like lunatiC? Maybe you'd like
to be kicked through a rail fence, or
barn or suthin?"
ooh, John, dear, there's some horrid
blood on your carr" and she threw her
apron over her head.
ION my ear? My boot is full Of blood.
tell you I'm killed, killed." he
spelled.
"Let me give you a pointer, Mrs.
Smith" he said, as he hoobled to the
house. eff you want to die, die hard,
die all over, you just get knocked
through a rail fence by a mustang. II
you want to be an angel, and die by still
waters, try this eternal, GOd-forsaken