Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1888-03-31

lhls is better horse than the other |
one said.
&c ! don't know he said, doubtlngly. |
Some like the other best J
Impossiblep l exclaimed, remembers
ing the other
"'I like this best, though they go we'll
together, so they can't be SO very different
he said, somewhat as though he resented
my noticing any difference.
eco well together echoed How
could that be?'
"'All the doctors horses are fine ami
mails he continued.
"sAhr | said. l didn't care to enter
into discussion with the driver, but some
thing impelled me to say, Your master
knows how to select horse, OF course, be-
ing in the business
"No one better, Miss. The doctor never
gets taken in in horse trade
"' Your master is a horse doctor p |
said.
"sThe well-bre English-looking driver
actually turned his head and looked at
me- In an instant he had recovered him
self, and answered me-
"'No, Miss, he amt
"rIIis tone was so aggrieved that | was
sorry | had wounded his feelings and
hastened to make amends. | know how
sensitive servants are to any apparent dis
respect to their master, and although the
master in this case was but livery stable
keeper who was known as doctor. l didn't
want to lower his dignity in the eyes of his
servant, so | said:
Veterinary surgeon, believe, horse
doctors are called; it is the same thing
"'H He may no reply, though he still
looked aggrieved, and we whirled along in
silence
"'We met various people whom / knew.
They stared slightly as they bow to me,
and even smiled more than twas necessary
"sThey think it is my own,' | said to
myself, meaning the decidedly swell turn
out.
"When 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 dis
cussing 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 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 | wanted the same horse also. Then
/ went into the house, and, instead of 60
ing to my room, went into the drawing
room. | was so full of my enjoyable
drive that | wanted to talk about it. \
group of the ladies in the house were
gathered around the open fire and joined
them They had been talking as | en-
tered, but, as | drew near, they ceased
speaking. Mrs. Otis was one of the
group, and seated next to her was big
fellow who stared at me more than / en-
joyed. But | was too full of my drive to
resent it.
"'Such drive' l exclaimed raptur-
ously.
90 / should think SOP said Mrs. Otis,
with peculiar infection.
go am going to have that horse and
drive every week. | continued.
Indeed said Mrs. Otis with the
same infection.
"' Yes. told the man to tell the doc
tor that i wanted it regularly. Did you
ever hear of anything more absurd, that
man was really hurt that should call his
geon does sound better, | suppose
"' should think so y murmured the
big fellow with broad smile
g / can tell you l was indignant at his
impudence, but Mrs. Otis spoke before
had chance to petrify this audacious
fellow with glance.
DR.. Mainwaring naturally would not
be looked upon as horse doctor, or even
veterinary surgeon by his servant she
said sweetly. 1t is possible, also, that the
servant found it hard to understand how
lady could speak disparagingly of his
masters profession when availing herself
of his equipage.'
90 His equipager / echoed. don't
understand 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
contradicted his grave words: | am DIR.
Mainwaring; and | am charmed if you are
pleased with my horse. / like his gait
myself, and | am proud that an accident
should have made it possible for Miss
Lowering to judge of it.
1T all flashed over me then. had taken
the wrong horse.
"' Do you mean to say that you didn't
really know that it wasn't your horse !?
said Mrs. Otis, a little later, after every
thing had been satisfactorily explained.
Of course / didn'tp | exclaimed, in
dignantly. Do you think l am in the
habit of stealing horsesY
" Il didn't know she replied Il knew
you were in the habit of doing exceed
ingly queer things
az don't call stealing horses queer
things | said.
"Did you ever see DR.. Mainwaring
again p asked Laura.
"Yes," said Kate.
Eyes" said Jack, looking at her quiz
zically. ''She contrived many meeting
after that. l know, | was there"
But" said Berry, his name was Main
waring."
$50 is mine; John Mainwaring Gray is
my whole name," Jack replied.
"Oh," we exclaimed in contented chorus,
glad to know that Hates adventure had
ended in romance.
The big clock in the hall struck y.
Midnight said Kate. "To bed, girlies,
or your roses will not bloom tomorrow.
Good night"
Good nightr' we cried, trooping up
the wide, old-fashioned staircase. Laura
fingered a moment behind the rest Berry
had some difficulty in lighting her bed
room candle. 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.
8 am sorry the story ended that way"
she said emphatically, rubbing one of Ler
fair hands vigorously and suspiciously
with her handkerchief. "There is alto
gether too much nonsensical romance
about, anyway"
:" Is there?' / asked dreamily, turning
away from the sight of the fairy meadow
bathed in the pale splendor of the moon.
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