Nevada County picayune., 1891-10-22
''Sit up!" cried Rosa.

In moment more the pony wa on her launches
 "Shake hands, my lady" , The pony thrust out one foot. , "Now pray" , In response to that the intelligen animal folded her front legs, rested her head upon them, and looked comically demure.
 Get up," was the next order.
 When the pony was on all four' again, Rosa struck her lightly on on, foot.
 Why, you poor child you!" she commseratlngly said. You arc dreadful lame! !'
 The pony limped around, bobbed her head, and looked so dejected that everybody laughed. except the gypsy. Constable Finn grinned at him, and said sarcastically:
 You must "a spent a power O time larnin' the pony all that are. y The gypsy muttered something under his breath, baleful gleam in his eyes.
 "Go away!" Rosa angrily cried to the pony, with flirt of the whip.
 The pony ran to the rear of the pasture lot, and then came back at a fearful rate of speed, her mane stre aming, her jaws apart, her teeth gleaming.
 Look out girl?" several of the spectators cried, in alarm.
 Ros ie felt no dismay. She stood still, her arms folded, her whip in her hand. The pony did not run her down, but stopped directly in front of her, and whinnied, and thrust out her head to be caressed.
 MT. Finn" Rosa said, ''please cover the pony's eyes, so that she can't sec"
 The constable did so, while Rosa walked to the fence and dropped her handkerchief. Then she came back and stroked the pony's nose.
 "Dollie," she said, in tone of deep concern, and she passed the whip three times in front of her, 'I have lost my handkerchief" The pony snuffed about her dress. ''It isn't in my pocket" Rosa said. ''l must have dropped it somewhere. Go look for it.
 The pony went around the lot, found the handkerchief, picked it ur and brought it to her young mistress.
 ''Is the court satislied!" asked Rosa, quizzical look on her face.
 'Ihe court is satisfied" Squire Barlow said. "ln fact, the court is overwhelmed. Rosa Watson, the pony belongs to you. Take her home, she is entirely too smart
 But ain't l to be compensated in any way?" asked the gypsy, with q fierce scowl.
 You are getting off cheaply enough as it is," was the squire comment. You ought to be glad that she did not charge you witt stealing the pony.'
 Well, I'm going to give the pony good by. anyhow" the man said.
 He stepped quickly up to the pony grasped the halter, and pressed closely to her.
 But Rosa had her eyes about her She gave loud scream, and dealt the pony stinging blow on the nose The animal sprang back and the gypsy fell flat on his face. When h' rose to his feet he had an ugly knife in his hand.
 "The coward was going to kill my pony" cried Rosa, in terror.
 Stoutly built though the miscrean' was, Constable Finn seized him by the collar, and shook him until hls teeth chattcred. The crowd surget down upon the gypsy, to do hin further harm, but Squire Barlow m terfered.
 Look here, you scoundrel,' he said, in great rage. "If you are no out of the township in half an houl your whole gang, bag baggage lock, stock and barrel-you'll tind yourself in the county prison. Now be sharp!"
 The gypsy sneaked sullenly away Constable Finn following closely al his heels.
 The bystanders congratulated Ro sa, and cheered her heartily as she vaulted unaided npon the bare back of the pony and rode home with it For weeks Rosa's case before tho squire was the topic of conversation - Frank H. Stauffer, in Interior.
 A Philosophical Family.
 Amelia has pimples and sores in the head,
 From humors internal her nose has grown red Shes boil on her neck that is big as bell