The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1890-07-09
ne WhLLoPeD TIE HORSE.
Es. n7aa Until After the Brute Had Made o
Full Meal.
, se<iatc old horse, vet

d sedatc old horse. yet cheerful
with&, and seemingly possessed OF a
klndiT anc; ohiiosophic spirit. meandered
Up W ashington street in the tender city
of Brooklyn yesterday and halted at
the acute angle where it runs into Full
ton street, says the y. Y. Herald.
He was attached to the business end
OF dump cart, this horse. Seated on
the drivers throne of said dump cart
was { man Of such benignant counten-
snce that you would have sworn him
first brother to the horse on the evl'
dence OF vision. He. too, was cheerful
and philosophic, and the very spirit Of
sedateueSs sat upon him. He was not
man to joke or to be joked with.
Life wore to him q serious aspect. Any
one could see that at glance.
It 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 leather-and
they were both in the aged harness.
The lines lay on the horses back, and
the latter took his way sedately, as a
horse who knows he is doing contract
work for the city might be expected to
do. If compunctions of conscience
smote his equine breast no signs there
CT appeared in his benign and tranquil
eye. His master-or l should say, per.
haps, his irierd-did not urge him.
1t the junction heretofore mentioned
in these memoirs the pair paused and
looked about them. They paused long.
It 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 rufled not the philosophy of
man or beast. The voice of the boss
was not heard, for the boss was in a
neighboring ginnery tuning up, and il
was 80 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
meen he asked.
"Hoy2"
..Minda fruit moment while I 60
awa?n
why, to be sure OF wull, my daga
fri'nd. Take yure time. Oil kape me
o;es on yure do:gistibles. ."
The Italian went off to transact hi'
errand:
Pretty soon the horse reached tran
gully over, picked up banana with
his teeth, and munched it down with
satisfaction beaming from his eye. Iii:
master locked at him admiringly, and
then looked the other way. Reproot
was far removed from his face.
The horse took another and then
third. There was neither haste nol
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 a 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. HI
whirled about and began lathering the
brute with an appearance of the mos'
fendish cruelty, cursing him the while
as a thafe of the wurruld, an omadhaun
and I don't know what other titles
The horse started on run up thu
street-not very wild pace, by th'
way-and the owner climbed into th'
dump cart from behind and made
tremendous show of tussle with him
It did not last. A moment later the,
were going down Myrtle avenue at
pious walk, and if there was not
twinkle in four sedate but eheerfu
eyes then may 1 never see twinkl'
again. As for the poor Italian, he 60
back IN time to save his stand, ant
surely that is enough to make an,
Italian grateful. What do they want
enyway--the earth?