The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-07-03

DIDN'T LOOK AS IF HE'D LIE.
And Yet He Told n Tale of Tin Pal
That Was Fem arksbIe Indeed

ana 1et He Told q Tale of a Tin PAtl
That Was Remarkable Indeed.
He was sitting nthe sloverfsrward deck
of one Of the StatenIsIandsrapid transit
ferry boats. -. He was an old man, with a
Sserious expressions mis- gray eyes, and his
mouth above his snowy beartfwas thin and
tightly closed. He. diesnet look ct all like
Z a man who would xjoke upon any subject
|. He did not look ) like .a3manswho would
lie unlesS.there was money to be made by
so doing. Yet the following is truthful
account of what he said to an aceuaint-
ance who came. and ssat- near him. There
were several horses on the boat, and few
words concerning, one OF them gave the old
man a chance to unbur6en mis- mind This
is how hedidit
yes, sir; talkin' of, horses reminds me
Of suthin' that happened to me t'other day
when I was out riIiin's with my little boy
We wasin my buggy ar, was drivin' that
old mare O. mine. ~ GU know that old
mare, I've hed'herEowA goin' on six year
Never was askinder, animal inifarness than
that mare. She amt got no,bad tricks an
she never he'd. my old weman" has driv
her ever sence Tgot her, san,she never he'd
no trouble O. no kind with her Well, sir,
l was drivin' her as Isvsyt a-sayin', with
my little boy, last Thursday afternoon.
Remember what a showery, day it was last
Thursday? well oneS O. sthem showers
come up when Twas a-drivin, an / put
the mare into attfot TO git tasshelter SOS
the boy woUldn' q get wet. Make her go
faster, pop, says ny, little,boySan' hit her
lick with the.whip to sort o hurry her
up. First thing. you knowtshe was goin'
at a two-forty, gait an leant back an put
the whip aw5y. jest then we ran over
tin bucket that was a-lyin' inithe road an
somehow or other the handle of. the bucket
got caught 'roundo1e Of the spokes of the
buggy wheel an went a-circhn' round with
it.
''It made the darndest chatter ever did
hear, an it liked to have scarf the wits
clean, QUITO that there mare < She jest laid
back her ears, kim o's snorted like, an
bumped herself; for all she knowed how.
Go? 1 never-sesd the like ia my life. She
Jest whizzed along, an every time that old
tin bucket pounded the ground she hump
ed herself along;faster. You bet my little
boy didn'ttell. me to4driyeino faster then.
He wasrasscaEt as .the-rnare took him
between my knees aaa' ,lieatj ento him tight
Well, sir, I don't know. what wouldn't a
happenedSf'it hedn9 fbsen. that the tin pail
fetched.loose from the wheel, san went a
whizzin' By nv hesdstowart:the mare, an
I'll be gosh durneds iftfit didniata hitther in
the flank an kketch1onto $her tail an stick
there. That's sahateit did Then she did
go. D'yever see ana sEaceS horses a-comin'
down the homestret6R ina close heat3
Well, they wasn't a circumstance to the
way that mare O. mine srunaast Thursday.
She got rightf down close ITO the. ground
an skinned aAeag the street ike light
MIN express on .downtgrade with all the
brakes wide OPEN %.
''The tin, bucket kept swingin' from side
to side an Rittin' her on first one flank an
then the other, an at everYhck she went
faster. do reckon she was a-goin' most
mile a minute, when St last the bucket
broke loose from lIer tail. Then 1 got
fresh hold on the lines an sorter slackened
her up, an fore long she was a-trotting
just as nice aR' easy as you please. 1t was
the queerest thing that ever happened to
me in all the years I've been a-drivin', and
don't want nothin' like it to happen
again. The next time | see tin pail
a-lyin' in the road you kin bet I'll give it
all the room it wants Hello! here we are
in the slip. l didn't think we was much
past Gov'ner's Island. / reckon we'd bet
ter be movin' TO git off. the boat"
And the old man shut his lips close to
gether again and was lost in the crowd
which was fastening, to get uptown from
the Battery. The man to whom he had
been talking was standing stock still gaz-
ing after him and shaking his head slowly
from side to side.-New York Sun.