The Press., 1888-05-24
in an instant he had recovered himse.

 sorry I had wounded his feelings and has tened to make amends. I know how sensi- tive servants are to any apparent disrespect to their master. and although the master in this case was but a livery ste ble keeper, who was known as doctor, I didn't want to lower his dignity in the eyes of his servant, so said:
 'tsVeterinary surgeon, believe horse doc tors are called it is the same thing
 SHe made no reply, though he still looked aggrieved, and we whirled along in silence.
 i've met various people whom knew. They stared slightly as they bowed to me, and even smiled more than was necessary.
 < 'tsThey think it is my own,' said to my self, meaning the decidedly swell turnout.
 tsWhen we reached Mrs. Staniford's told the driver to take the horse to the stables and be at the door in an hour. Let me pass over the hour spent in discussing that fine dramatic poem, spoiled by too much telling, ''The Ring and the Book" At the end Of that hour my driver was waiting for me, and we were soon whirling along again toward the city. When reached my whilom home I gave the man a little ''tip," and told him to come for me the next week at the same hour, and to tell the doctor, his master, that I wanted the same horse also. Then l went into the house. and instead of going to my room went into the drawing room. was so full of my enjoyable drive that wanted to talk about it. A group of the ladies ill the house were gathered around the open fire and joined them. They had been talking as I entered, but as I drew near they ceased speaking. Mrs. Otis was one of the group, and seated next to her was 8 big fellow who stared at me more than L enjoyed But was too full of my drive to resent it.
 Such a drivep exclaimed rapturously.
 "tI should think sor said Mrs. Otis, with peculiar infection.
 I am going to have that horse and drive every week. I continued.
 ''Indeedr said Mrs. Otis with the same infection.
 s'Yes. I told the man to tell the doctor that wanted it regularly. Did you ever hear of anything more absurd! That man was really hurt that should call his master a horse doctor-veterinary surgeon does sound better, suppose.
 "I should think sor murmured the big fellow with a broad smile.
 ''I can tell you was indignant at his inn pudence, but Mrs. Otis spoke before had chance to petrify this audacious fellow with glance.
 q "'Dr Mainwaring naturally would not be looked upon as horse doctor, or even vet erinary surgeon by his servant she said sweety. 1t is possible also that the servant found it hard to understand how a lady could speak disparagingly of his masters profes- sion when availing herself of his equipage' His equipager echoed. I don't under stand you, Mrs Otis Please make yourself clear
 But she did not have an opportunity. The strange young man rose and said with great courtesy, though his mirthful face contra dicted his grave words: T am Dr. Mainwar- | ing, and I am charmed if you are pleased with my horse like his gait myself, and I 1 am proud that an accident should have made it possible for Miss Lowering to judge of it. ''It all flashed over me then. I had taken the wrong horse.
 Do you mean to say that you didn't really know that it wasn't your horseP said Mrs. Otis, a little later, after everything had been satisfactorily explained. 1 Of course I didn't? exclaimed, indig- nantly. Do you think I am in the habit of stealing horses?
 '' I didn't know she replied. I knew | you were in the habit of doing exceedingly l queer things
 l 6 T don't call stealing horses queer things said"
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 "Did you ever see Dr, Mainwaring againF' l asked Laura.
 ''Yes," said Kate. | - eS, Sald JacR9 1OOKlnS aG nef QulZZl- cally.- ''She contrived many meeting after that know; was there"
 'But," said Berry, "his name was Main waring."
 "So is mine; John Mainwaring Gray is my whole name" Jack replied
 "Ohr' we exclaimed in contented chorus, glad to know that Kate's adventure had ended in romance.
 The big clock in the hall struck 12. 'Mid- I night" said Kate. ''To bed girlies or your roses will not bloom tomorrow. Good night"
 "Good night" we cried, dropping up the wide, old fashioned staircase. Laura lin gered moment behind the rest; Berry had some difficulty in lighting her bedroom can- dle. When she came into the room we shared together was looking out over the meadow glittering with frost under the light of the harvest moon.
 'I'm sorry the story ended that way" she said emphatically, rubbing one of her fair hands vigorously and suspciously with her handkerchief There is altogether too much nonsensical romance about, any way"
 "Is thereY asked dreamily, turning away from the sight of the fairy meadow bathed in the pale splendor of the emoon.-Louisville 1 Times.