The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-02-11
A REMARKABLE HORSE
BY ALEX. SWEET.

One day young friend of mine much depressed.
 ''I am feeling awfully down in the mouth. I have just returned from the funeral of poor Baron de Niver- leuse. What sad catastrophe Only twenty years old, handsome as pie ture, a gentleman of elegant manners from the ground up. He was in the best of health. He had a magnificent physique, except that one of his knees was little weak. He hurt it when he was little boy, and it never was as strong afterwards as the other one," he remarked, signing heavily.
 "Was he man of tamily?"
 "He leaves a charming widow. His wife was not only beautiful, but she was rich, and could play on the piano like an angel. And what was better she had no mother. Just think of that mans luck. He had no mother-in in- law. Moreover the poor baron is the father of a beautiful boy that is just beginning to lisp "papa" and he has an income of 10000 francs year, and now he is buried in a hole in the ground. It's too bad, too bad. But have to admit that it was his own fault.o
 "Yes, it is very sad in the midst of life we are in death."
 Poor fellow. And when l think, too, that ate breakfast with him the very morning that he died. I did him the honor to call on him four times a week. He kept pretty good table, but as far as that is concerned l would have taken breakfast with him if there had been nothing to eat except horse shoe nails, for I couldn't help liking the man. He was telling me about his plans for spending the win ter. Poor fellow, winter and summer are all the same to him now. But as was saying he has nobody but him. self to blame for it. l can't under stand how any man can act as stupid as he did"
 "By what act of stupidity did he cause his own death?"
 "Listen and I'll tell you what he did, and you can judge for yourself. One morning the baron sat at his breakfast table eating his breakfast and reading his morning paper. All at once he burst out laughing he fairly howled with laughter. That is the best joke I ever read,' he ex- claimed"
 "'What is it my dear?' asked the baroness, who was slipping her coffee"
 "'There is the darnedest advertise ment in this paper that l ever read. Here it is printed in big letters in conspicuous place. The baron was so convulsed with laughter that he couldn't scarcely read the following advertisement :-
 SUCKING HORSE FOR SALE.
 A thoroughbred bucking horse, which has already thrown three men and killed every one of them. Price, two hundred francs. This noble anil nal originally cost twelve hundred francs.
 "Now what do you say to that. Is it not one of the most original adver- tisements you ever read? Why, the man must be an idiot if he expects to sell his horse on that advertisement"
 The Baron and baroness talked for about an hour about that bucking thoroughbred.
 Next morning the baron was anx- ious to see if the advertisement was still in the newspaper. It was there but it had been changed a little, for it stated that the wonderful animal had killed another rider during the last twent, -four hours. The next day, according to the advertise ment, the animal beat his own record by killing two men in twenty -four hours.
 One morning the baron got up very early and walked up and down in a very excited manner. He said to his wife :-
 T have made up my mind to find out about that horse. want to know if he really exists, for suspect he is nothing but a myth. I am going to the office of the newspaper to see about it.n
 An hour later the baron returned.
 4Well?" asked the baroness.
 "The horse actually exists, and have bought him." he added after a pause.
 ~You don't say so7 Then he don't buck, I suppose" said the baroness