Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-07-19

week had passed since Zeb's memorable
visit to Pittsburg. 1t had given him taste
for sightseeing, and the poor old man felt
shat unless he utilized every opportunity of
t'eoin' to town" before my sojourn in the
country ended, he might never get the
chance again.
Wanted to See the Fire Horses.
He was bitterly disappointed that he had
not been able on the occasion of his visit to
the city to get time to see something that
he had often listened with open-mouthed
amazement to nv descriptions of That
was the performances of the horses of the
Pittsburg Fire Department. he could
scarcely conceive how horses could be so in
telligent or SO well trained, and he doubted
about the electric attachments to their
stables. So I invited him to go to town
with me some time again and see it al for
himself
He was shv about asking Hulda's advice.
He knew how she would object. He was
well aware that it was foolish for him to
leave the farm again, even for day, in the
busy season. His own reason told him that.
But, suddenly, Hulda herself unconsciously
offered the opportunity. She had insisted
that Zeb must make marketing trip to the
village. That took him away from the farm
work whole day, and, as be said to me
during the week, "If l have to leave the
place q day anyhow, why not fix things so
that can have the benefit Of that daT2"
Would Market by Proxy.
I scarcely saw how the marketing trip TO
the village would help matters, but when
Zeb laid before me q scheme to trust the
DAYS business in the village to Tom while
he went TO the city with me for six or seven
hours 1 understood. And, now, when the
wagon from the farm took me up at the old
church, the amused expression on Zeb's
face told me that they had succeeded in get
ting away without Hulda suspecting any
thing. Tom was willing party to the
plot, and had memorized all the messages
which Hulda had intrusted to Zeb.
Don't bother anything about It." he
called to US as we boarded the train at the
railroad station. "I viii be waiting here
for you with the wagon when the o'clock
train pulls up this evening"
And Zeb didn't bother He was positive
that Hulda would never know ANYTHING
shout the little plot, and he gave himself
~ TO days sightseeing without qualm
of conscience.
"What was the use of tellin' Hulda?
She'd only worry lest l should tire myself
out runuin' about the city. Tom will do
everything right, and when we both 20
home tonight in the wagon agin it'll look
quite natural" And Zeb chuckled to him.
self
An Even Hundred of Horses.
During the day took Zeb and my little
camera around among many of the fire en-
gine houses Of Pittsburg. What a magnifi-
cent troop Of horses in the Department of
Public Safety stables. Ninety-nine altogether
there were the day we saw them, and by the
time this is in type the one hundredth horse
viii have been added. Some are worth $3.50
apiece, OF more, and the total value placed
upon the 90 by Chief j. o. Brown averages
$3.50 each.
They are every one beautiful Faultless
IN svmetry, sound in health and limb, sleek
in their perfectly groomed coats, and re-
markably intelligent, they will excite the
admiration Of any enc, TO say nothing of
provincial. We city folk think there is no
grander spectacle than a team of those
matchless steeds madly galloping along the
street in front of the FURNISHED fire engines.
Yet Zcb's restricted ideas appealed to a
higher ideal of grandeur than ours
t'Oh, TO see these horses, all free of har-
ness, turned loose in .he same field, he ex-
claimed.
Dress Parade AT a Brookside.
And 1 recollected the scene L once wit