Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1892-08-11
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''Three years ago."
IL was such a bold lie that Rosie's
face famed with Indignation.
She gave a very minute description
of the pony" said the squire.
'There are plenty of dark bay
ponies. ten hands high and slashed
with white, . was the logged reply
anybody could look at her across a
fence and then describe her," he
added with grin. 1.-THE girl must
bring better proof before I'll surren-
der the pony"
Rosie looked out of the rear window
Of the squirrels Office and saw small
pasture lot close by. Her face beamed
with an idea that had occurred TO
her.
81 Squire Barlow she said, her
strong voice filling the room, 'tO
whose satisfaction must prove that
the pony is mine?'
ITO the satisfaction of the court, "
decided the squire with a broad
smile.
GAN right" Rosie exclaimed with
a quick. pleased gesture. ''Make out
another warrant, please"
"FOr whom?"
''EOr DOllle."
'NOh, you want the pony arrested,
sh?" asked the squire, whereupOn
everybody laughed.
81 want her brought and turned
into the pasture lot" Rosie excitedlY
said, pointing out of the window.
''1'l prove that she is my pony against
ali comers."
The squire caught a glimpse of her
purpose.
CONSTABLE Finn, bring the pony
here, " he ordered.
Rosie beckoned the constable to her
and whispered:
''Mr. Finn, stop at the house and
get my riding whip. We are going
to have a circus"
In half an hour Constable Finn APP
peared with the pony and the court
adjourned to the pasture lot.
Poor Dollie, how she had been
abusedr' Rosie said, with vibrating
voice, her tears very near. ''Mr.
Finn, hand me my whip and then
turn the pony loose"
The pony scampered across the lot
and then returned. Rosie stood still,
the whip in her hand, all eyes rest
| ing upon her.
s'Here, Dollie" she cried. "Come
here, Dollie!''
The pony threw up her head,
looked at Rosie, whinnied her de-
light, and then walked up to her and
poked her in the ribs with her nose.
''Do you love me, Dollie?" she
asked.
The pony nodded her head.
Chow much do you love me?"
The pony made no response.
''How much do you love me?"
Rosie sharply repeated, with a
peculiar movement of her whip.
The pony kissed her by touching
! her check with her nose.
Rosie was so overcome that she
laughed and cried Historically. More
than one sturdy man drew his sleeve
across his eyes. The gypsy stared at
the experiments, his swarthy face
growing still darker.
"Kneel, Dollie,'' ordered Rosie, as
she swayed her whip.
Down went the pony on her knees.
''Sit up!' cried Rosie.
I'm moment the pony was on her
launches
''Shake hands, my lady"
The pony thrust out one foot.
''Now, pray"
In response to that the intelligent
animal folded her fore legs, rested
her head upon them and looked
comically demure.
''Get up" was the next order.
When the pony was on all tours
again Rosie struck her lightly on one
foot.
''Why, you poor child" she said,
commiseratingly; ''yOu are dreadful
lamel'
The pony limped around, bobbed
her head and looked so detected that
everybody laughed except the gypsy.
Constable Finn grinned at him and
said sarcastically.-
''You must have spent a power Of
time learnin' the pony all that 'ere. 81
The gypsy muttered something
under his breath, baleful CLEAN in
his eyes.
500 awaY!" Rosie angrily cried to
the pony, with fiirt Of the whip.
The pony ran to the rear of the
pasture lot and then came back at a
fearful rate of speed, her name
streaming, her Jaws apart, her teeth
cleaning.
''Look out, grip several of the
spectators cried in alarm.
Rosie 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.
''Mr. Finn" Rosie said, ''please
cover the pony's eyes so that she can't
See."
The constable did so, while Rosie
walked to the fence and dropped her
handkerchief. Then she came back
and strOked the pOny's nose.
''Dollie, " she said, in a tone of deep
concern, and she passed the whip
three times in front Of her, 81 have
lost my handkerchief The pony
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