Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-05-30
He WALLoPso The HORSE.
hut Not Until After the Brute Had Made o
Full Meal.

Full Meal.
A sedate old horse, yet cheerful
withal and seemingly possessed of a
kindly and philosophic spirit, meandered
up Washington street in the tender city
of Brooklyn yesterday and halted at
the acute angle where it runs into Full
ton street. says the N. y. Herald.
He was attached to the business end
of dump cart, this horse. Seated on
the drivers throne of said dump cart
was n man OF such benignant counten-
ance that you would have sworn him
first brother to the horse on the evil
dence of vision. He, too, was cheerful
and philosophic, and the very spirit of
sedateness sat upon him. He was not
a man to joke or to be joked with.
Life wore to him a serious aspect. ANY
one could see that at a glance.
1t would be rash to say that the man
drove the horse. He didn't. The
bond between them was far closer than
represented by cord or lcather-and
they were both in the aged harness.
The lines lay on the horses back. and
the latter took his way sedately. as q
horse who knows he is doing contract
work for the city might be expected to
do. If computations of conscience
smote his equine breast no signs there
of appeared in his benign and tranquil
eye. His master-or should say, per-
haps. his friend-did not urge him.
AT the junction heretofore mentioned
in these memoirs the pair paused and
looked about them. They paused long.
1t was so much easier to pause than
work. The saucy wind caught up vast
clouds of dust-the dust that they were
paid to cart away-and tossed it in the
faces of the passing throng making the
good to pray and the bad to swear.
But this ruffled not the philosophy of
man or beast. The voice of the boss
was not heard, for the boss was in q
neighboring ginnery tuning up. and it
was so much easier to rest than work
the wear and tear were so infinitely
less.
AT length the Italian gentleman who
peddles fruit at this busy confluence of
human life broke in on the dual revery
please minda standa moment for
me?" he asked.
"Hoyp"
'Minda fruit a moment while 1 go
awaP"
why, to be sure Oh wuil, my dago
fri'nd. Take yurc time. Oil kape me
Dies on yure doigistibles."
The Italian went off TO transact his
errand.
Pretty soon the horse reached tran.
gully over picked up. n banana with
his teeth, and munched it down with
satisfaction beaming from his eye. His
master looked at him admiringly, and
then looked the other way. Reproof
was far removed from his face.
The horse took another and then a
third. There was neither haste nor
trepidation in his action. He appeared
to secure the full flavor of each banana,
skin and all, before he began upon
another.
In this way dozen were comforta-
bly, disposed of, and the oat cavity in
the horses interior was much reduced
in size, when suddenly an electric
shock seemed to seize the owner. He
whirled about and began lathering the
brute with IN appearance of the most
fiendish cruelty, cursing him the whilo
as thafe of the wurruld, an omadhaun,
and l don't know what other titles.
The horse started on run up the
street-not very wild pace, by the
way-and the owner climbed into the
dump cart from behind and made a
tremendous show of tussle with him.
II did not last. A moment later they
were going down Myrtle avenue at a
pious walk, and if there was not a
twinkle in four sedate but cheerful
eyes then may never see twinkle
again. AS for the poor Italian, he got
back in time to save his stand, and
surely that is enough to make any
Italian grateful. What do they want,
anyway-the earthP