Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1886-09-29

ARMY master, SOlcmnly. his master,
which was Major-Gcneral, never cx-
pccted To got him home alive"
''But he dido" asked Mary. breath
lcssly, quito forgetting herself.
''Yes, marin. He did. That there
is the very horse. And he's as kind-''
"lIe looks kind" observed Corona.
tendcrly.
"How old is hep"
Truth compcls me to state that 10
had not, up to this moment, occurred
to her that the military career of Old
Army in the Civil War could have any
disadvantageous connection with his
age. To put it delicately, was it not
one in which she herself sharedp Had
not she, too, lived out the WARP And
did it seem other than year before last
since she babe Tom goodbye in the
dark, on the piazza ut their fathers
house? Handsome boy! How brave
nc looked, with that CULVER in the lip
that kissed her! And was il more than
last year that she caught him to her
heart sgainP Safe, safe, safe, thank
God and fought il through! No. She.
too, had "been through the war;" and
to her, too, as to all others like her, it
was living, palpitating present, on
which age could lay no hand. 4
quarter Of century since Toms regi-
ment had marched away? A quarter
Of century since she snatched the list
of "Killed, Wounded, Missing" in tho
blurring, shaking paper every day.
A quarter of a century since"
Hes just as kind" the master Of
Old Army was saying very distinctly.
Corona started and begged his pardon.
"-And Mary, did you speakp What is
the price, sir, Of this kind and patriotic
horsep' A price was named, but Cor.
ona did not listen, did not hear.
She and Old Army regarded each other
closely. She looked into the eyes Of
the ancient Warrior. She stroked his
cheek tenderly. She wanted him. But
the veteran responded to her gaze with
deep and intelligent look. He knew
better than that. II ever horse tried
to say to a purchaser: Don't do it!
You're very complimentary, and APP
preciate it, but don't you do it!' that
horse then and there essayed to do
that thing.
"How much did you say?" asked
Corona, coming slowly to herself, and
trying to look like ''The Horse and
his Habits bound in two volumes, at
Old Army's master, who replied that
he had said $3.50.
THAT seems large price for 50 old
n horse"
"Oh! he was only ten come last
March," said Old Army's master, con-
fidently. He amt what you'd call
old yet"
"He isn't exactly young, you know"
dcmurred Corona, politely"
"Wall, l didn't suppose you was
after colt, for a lady's horse. There's
this about good, mature horse, you
know. He's had the measles and all
those juvenile diseases. You're sure
he hasn't got 'em to 60 through
again"
Mary hastily said that she thought
this was a great point.
''How many miles does he makcp"
asked Corona, pursuing her inquiries
more vigorously now, by force of reac-
ton from that vision of a score of
years ago. Smoke, blood, butchery,
the arms thrown up in falling, the flag
flung to the bright sky above it all--let
it pass. Let come, as come it must,
and pass. Through the red and awful
mist how pathetically look out the eyes
Of these dumb things that VIC made
soldiers of, who learned the deadly
skill of war, acquired its valor, bore its
fortunes, earned its GLORY they knew
not how, and died, they knew not why!
"How fast" proceeded Corona, bring
ing herself violently back-''how fast
Fan Old Army 60, on an averaged"
''Wall, he amt a racer" reluctantly.
81 perceive that. But how much, for
Instance, will he make an hour? What
Kind of II roadster is hep
"Wall, he don't 90 so very fast. But
he's an excellent lady's boss. He's
Just as kind"
Il don't underratc his kindness.
Rut what / want to know, before ! pur-
chase that horse, is, exactly how much
lime you can get out of him."
If you feed him well?" hopefully.
go, yes! If you feed him.very WELL"
"And don't over-usc him?"
Never"
Give him twelve quarts day and
his hayP"
Certainly. Fourteen, if he wishes
{ and can work for it.
"Wall, slowly. "Wa-al," family.
Hes an excellent lady's boss. And
lc's Us kind. But he amt SO
much on speed as some bosses is. Fact
S, he won't"
well? He won't"
"Why, the fact is, he won't trot at
,llr'
"rhcre's been horse man here to
zee you," said Puelvir. "Three of him.
sent the fust one off myself"
"Why, Puclvir!'
swell, l did. He had a sort OF
shiny, SIXTY, graham-Hour-colored horse
nc said he was sure you'd buy. So
,sked the grocer when he came, and
ne said the crittcr had the ganders.
He said he'd known him ever since
him and the horse were babies"
Didn't he say the CHAMBERS, per-
maps, Puelvirp"
"No'm," said Puelvir, stoutly. This
horse had the gandcrs; I'm sure of it.
So / took it upon myself to tell him it
wasn't your reception day, and you
couldn't see fashionable callers. So he
went away. He swore at me, too"
"Sworc at you, Puclvir?"
eyes. He said l was darned old
TOOL. 1 don't knows I blame him. I
hadn't got my switch on, and l think l
10 look little mature mornin's. The
next one, he came to the front door
and sot down in the parlor, do my best.
He said he'd wait for you, N there he
,ot."
He had span he wanted you to buy.
told him you couldn't keep span,
because you hadn't only me, and l
couldn't take care of two; it would
interfere with the cookin'. He asked
1926 for 'em. asked him what he
took you for"
Dear me, Puelvir! You do turn
them off easily"
swell, this one took the life out of
me. He sot, an sot. warn't agoin'
TO leave him alone in the parlor, so !