Sharp County record., 1890-01-16

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with snort an obstructing pile o.
brush, and sending back a defiant chal.
lcnge from the farther side, When the
sex are in this mood wise man knows
what to do. SO man and boy adjourned
to the woods, and began cutting bean
poles When they came back with
their load, dusk was just falling, and
the common all deserted, without sigr
of life. They looked down all the roads
and every opening Of hills and woods
but all in vain. Coming in then from
such an afternoon, waiting, hot sup
per was irresistible. Then it was dark
and a thanklcss chase with lantern
followed. They found all the bitches
and pools, and soft spots and wire-grass
and bramblos. The boy went home
"bcatcn out, and the father continued
the search alone till he was in like con
dition.
With the first streak of dawn the par
son was out on the commons, bride in
hand. He came in late tired and faint
to breakfast, but Nell was still like the
lost bride of Netherby.
For two days he pervadcd the city
with a bride done up in a religious pa
per, asking every one about that horse,
till he felt as if he had placard on his
back announcing his business. He de-
sCribed the animal till he seemed to
himself like book-agent repeating his
Finely bound in limp Levant morocco,
silk-sewed, dOublc-back." etc. But all
in vain. The pound contained solitary
mule, who looked as If it was a long
time since he had contained any thing.
The police were very clear that the two
tramps had chcCkmated the one minis
ter, and made off with the nice animal
As to the chance of recovering her in
that event, they were not nearly so
clear. But the minister kept one obsti-
nate Consolation-th repeated attempts
of strangers to capture her, which he
had seen the bright creature Outwit
He made up his mind to quit the city
and sCour the country.
The third morning, early, he went to
Deacon Goodman, and came back with
his stately and feet black steed, which
stood paving at the gate, while the hur-
ried breakfast was eaten. Should they
stop for family worship this once?
Yes" said the parson, prayers and
provender hinder no mans journey"
From the Holy Book to the dusty
road behind the trotters flying feet.
Here comes man riding horse
something like Nell Shall we pull up
and ask him? Is it any use? Yes, well
try once more. Feeling as if the man
had already heard it five hundred times,
the stereotyped question, with the cluck
already on his tongue, to start his horse
on when he gets the expected negative.
But, to his vast surprise, comes the an
sWer:
Eyes, | saw her two nights ago going
out this road near the toll-gate. The
gate-keeper was watching her, and his
boy started with another horse to catch
her, but she left him out of sight"
At last on the track of the game, on
went the hunters.
THAT delay of worship, Charlie, just
sent MS to Wais lhan. .OSnerl~ise -
should have passed the turn of the road
without meeting him."
On now, to Brother Ransom's, where
Nell was purchased. Beyond the high
mill, down a little green lane, they
found the miller. He was unatfectedly
dismayed to find that his fayorite, which
he had been slow to part with to the
had disappeared. She had not
been there, nor been seen by any one on
the place.
"Whom did you buy her Of, Brother
Ransom?" the minister asked.
"Why, of DR.. Douglas, of Warsaw.
He has large farm at South Salem, but
is president of the national bank at
Warsaw, and you will find him there in
business hours
South Salem was twenty-six miles east
the direction the mare had taken, the
minister having turned from the straight
road to drive around to the mill-where
he supposed she would have gone had
she kept on straight east. 1t was
slight clue, but would do for what the
call working hypothesis"
Across then to strike the great road
farther on. Then came discouragement.
The blacksmith at the four corners had
seen no such animal, and, like most
people who do not know thing, was
sure he should if there had been any
thing to know. But with faith in the
equine instinct the parson still pressed
eastward. A gang of men in a meadow,
building great haystack-a sudden
halt by the hcdge-a hail and ques-
ton: "Ye-e-s" came the far reply; Just
before dark, two nights ago! She went
by flying! Going that way, with long
arm pointing eastward. A "thank you
and away! 1t is well known that min
listers do not need to eat; but the horse
and boy had to be fed So a hospitable
farm opened its wide gates where the
pastor had been a guest before.
Fresh, then, for work, and sped
with good wishes, away the pursuerS
went, hot upon the trail. The little
burg of Windsor crowns the hill few
miles on. All questions are referred to
Rip Van Wrinkle, the tayern-keeper,
ore-keeper, postmaster, and imprinted,
viva yoce newspaper of the place. There