Daily Republican., 1889-02-05
TWO WAYS.

Irving horse In that condition. Can't |
you sec how lame he Isl"
"Yes, can see IT," said Petts, shortly.
swell, why do you do 1t thens It's |
! clear cage for the Society OF Proven
ton" but here the wheels started up |
again, and Mr.. Richmond turned from
the window red and angry.
I'll report that fellow this very day."
and accordingly, one of the Grst things he
did after reaching bis place of business,
was to write letter to the Society with |
the long name, setting forth In graphic
language the inhumanity of John petts
and the suffering OF John Petts' horse.
After doing this, he felt warm spot at
his heart all day, an when be went home
at night, be told his wife, across his boun-
tiiul dinner-table, that he did not count
the day wholly lest, for he had done one
good deed In 1t.
About tho time he was writing this
letter, Judge Farnsworth, coming out OF
the postollice, with his hands full of let
iers, had his attention caught by white
horse limping painfully along; attached
to him was job wagon, which bo;e the
legend, I'm Pets, Light and Heavy
Trucking. Furniture moved With care"
John Farnsworth had heart In which
mercy sometime got the upper hand OF
justice, and now 1t was stirred within
him. Perhaps the driver Of the white
horse felt the Judges stern look, for he
glanced up suddenly, aud met mis- eye.
If that was John Potts, he hadn't bad
face, but It was very much against him
to drive such horse, and when Judge
Farnsworth reached his office, the first
thing he did was to take down the dlrec-
tory, and run his fluger down the pages
TIL he came TO the name;
''Pctts, John, truekman; h. 1G Dover
street."
He wrote this in his notebook, and
then dropped the white horse completely
out Of his mind, aud took up the papers
Of great railroad case, and after that
the contested will OF millionaire, and
so on through the day. But when night
came, aud he set bis face homeward, he
went out of his way, and stopped at No.
1O Dover street
"ne's at the barn, SIR" said Mrs. Potts,
who answered bis knock; eff you will
step insile, will call him"
No." said the Judge, II can do my
GRAND just as well there" for he intend
ed to cay some sharp edged words to
John Petts; but what he saw when he
reached the barn made him change his
mind.
He waited a minute or so, before going
In, for even a lawyer doesn't always know
what he wants 10 say, and while he stood
there, he heard a great splashing and
rubbing, and rough but kind voice, say
ing, "Poor DiekW "Essyp snow the
other"
stepi Ing softly inside he saw John
Petts, hot and tired, rubbing the lame
legs Of the white horse up and down, up
end down, with many soothing words
and pate, 1t didn't feem to help the
white horse very much for when his
master backed him he hobbled and
cringed In pitiful way.
Then John Petts did very strange
thing. He laid his two arms on Dicks
dusty, white back, and hid his face in
them.
Judge Farnsworth stepped softly out
and took turn or two in the small
yard, then went up to the barn door with
considerable unnecessary noise.
John Petts was busy measuring out
sc me oats,
SIS your horse sickl" asked the Judge,
CHANGING at the bottles and pals.
Lame, faid John Petts, grufIly.
rs 1t anything seriousi"
"Yes."
"What seems to be the troublein
There was no mlstakiug the genuine
interest aud sympathy Of the tone, and
John Petts was In sore need OF gympa-
thy.
ats the payements, they say. He be-
gan to limp two weeks ago, and he keeps
e. tting worse"
"Wouldn't rest help ~"
81 81 ore so, but it's pretty much the
n mo mini tgIa with fnIka. fIa,,
that eau have rest, don't need Il, ana
them that need It, can't have it. I've
favored Dick all can, made short days,
and let many Il good job 60, because it
would be hard on him, but he keeps get
tin worse. just see how hot his knees
arc +" and the soft, white hand followed
the rough, brown hand up and down the
poor, still legs, while Dick looked at them
with eyes full Of troubled inquiry.
"The doctor says If he could rest
through the summer he might come out
all right, but he can't do that. I'm a
poor man; l've only Just got my team
paid up for, and | can't buy another
horse and keep this one idle. And |
can't sell him to anybody who would buy
a lame hofse-just to use him up-you
know how 'twould be. II he don't get
well pretty soon, don't see any way but
he'll have to be killed"
There was burst of grief from the
manger and little boy rose up out of 1t,
all tears aud hAyseeds, and throwing his
arms about Dicks head, Rugged it tight
to him
"You sban't kill Dicbr' he cried in q
passion Of grief and anger, my Dick
shan't be killed. He's good horsey,
and IN 90 away with him and hide
him."
'It's my little boy" said John Petts,
and many's the thug they We gone with
out the past weeks, so that Dick could
be doctored."
The Judge looked at his watch.
81 must 70 now" he said, but will
tell you what l viii do. have stout
work horse at my place just outside the
city, that's really suffering for the want
of something TO do and 1t you like you
can drive out Ia the morning, and Just
harness Club into your wagon, and leave
Dick till he gets we'll"
eyes, l mean It," for John Petts looked
incredulous. "Dlck shall have good care,
and 1t will be a mercy to Club to eYer-
else him. Good nightp' and the judge
was gone.
The next day when the agent for the
society with the long name succeeded in
finding John Petts, aud II was no easy
matter, for John was making up for lost
time, there was nothing to say to him, for
the big, fat, lazy horse between the shafts
could, by no stretch of imagination, be
considered a sufferer.
But the agent was bound to know what
became of that lame horse, and after a
few kind QuestlOns il came out how Dick