Morning journal and courier., 1889-02-28

and all in tremble. You are afraid of him yourself"
 "W-whatl Afraid of him or any other horse living! You can't go with me, Mrs, Bowserl Go right into the house!n held the horse while he shut the barn door, and sized the animal up as @ vicious brute. I fully expected calamity of some sort, but I would not back out nor let MT. Bowser go alone. I entreated him to un- hitch, but he glared at me and replied: "Have you gone clean daft? This horse is as gentle as rabbit and I'd as soon let the baby drive him. Whoa, Claudiusl Now you may go."
 But Claudius didn't go. He paved the earth and the afr, stood on his hind feet and seemed to have struck circus
 ''Is this blooded horsea" asked of Mr. Bowser, who was looking puzzled.
 Certainly. He's Fearhaught."
 "Then he doesn't fear us, does he? And do Fearnaught horses always go through these cunning tricks before they start off2'
 "Keep still! Go on, Claudius!"
 Claudius dropped down on all fours long enough to use his hind feet and send the dashboard of the cutter flying high above our heads, and as picked the slivers out of my bonnet asked Mir. Bowser if he hadn't better let the baby drive. Just then the beast started. He started with a sort of hop, skip and jump which gave me the in- pression that the cutter wanted to get over the fence into the next yard. After getting start the horse laid himself out for run, and as realized this I said to MT. Bowser, whose eyes hung out like onions:
 "He was warranted perfectly docile, wasn't hea This is only his way of getting down town, isn't its'
 'He's running away" shouted MT. Bow ser, as his hat blew off and great clod of snow whizzed by his ear.
 "But you ain't afraid of any horse living, you know? It's probably some freak on the part of Claudius. What delightful paceI"
 Whatever else could be said against the horse he was runner. He had 8 contract to draw US at the rate of mile every three minutes, and he didn't stop to count the cost. How we managed to dodge street cars, sleighs, cutters and trucks and to turn three or four corners in safety I can't explain, but MT. Bowser was looking for soft place to fall out on. The brute stopped after two mile dash and when I brought him up to the eurbstone 8 policeman had to lift MT. Bowser out and give him a swallow of cor dial to brace him up.
 "1 had him almost stopped when a cramp caught me-" explained MT. Bowser to the crowd.
 "Ratsl" called half dozen voices. f'Say, old man, you aren't fit to drive no such beast as that"
 Nobody but fool would have bought such a brute!"
 'Come off, old man, and buy you hobby horse!''
 MT. Bowser and went home on the car. We didn't say much until we reached the house. I wasn't going to say much then, but MT. Bowser turned on me with:
 "Now then, explain your conduct"
 sWhatI"
 s'In snatching those lines out of my hand and trying to make heroine of yourself! Mrs. Bowser, there is limit to all things. You have reached that limit I may not be home again this week!'
 But he was. Indeed, he has been very humble ever since. He got rid of the horse next day, gave me money for a spring bon net, and it is mutually understood that we don't refer to the past,