Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-07-29
ostler. thanking heaven and looking care

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THE inn was crowded with mourners
eating and drinking and discussing the
dead mans virtues. The assembly room
at the back, where the subscription dances
were held, was filed with a suffocatine
crowd, a reek of hot joints and the click
ing Of knives and forks. caught sight OF
the widow moving up and down before
long table and shedding tears while she
changed her guests plates. She heard my
message, and welcoming me with effusion
hurried away to put on her bonnet for the
funeral
more than an hour later hurried back
from the churchyard to the Inn and told
the ostler to put my horse in the gig. The
funeral was'over and had not much time
TO spare.
at beg your pardon. SIR the ostler said,
but Pm new to this place Which is your
horseY
"'Oh, / answered, he's brown. You'll
know him easily enough.
1.-THE man returned in about FIVE min
utes. There's six brown bosses in the
stable, sir. Would ZEE mind comm an
pickin out yournP
~ followed him with sense of coming
evil ouEc NhtIC nOIo olA bIONu
horses in the big stable and to save my
life | couldn't tell which was mine. OF
any difference between horses, except that
of color, I'd no idea. | scanned them all
anxiously and felt the ostler's eye upon
me. had an impulse to confide my diff
Guilty to him, but reflected that this
wouldn't help me in the least. After a
minute, pulling out my watch carelessly
said:
"'By George, I'd no idea It was so early,
Never mind | won't start for few min
utes yet
This was the only course-to wait until
the other five owners Of brown horses had
driven home went back to the inn and
talked and drank sherry, watching the
crowd thin by degrees and speeding the
lingering mourners with all my prayers.
The time dragged on till nothing short OF
= miracle could take me back In time for
the night class The widow came and
talked to me | answered her st random
Twice | revisited the stable, and the
last time found but three brown horses
left ! went back and consumed more
sherry and biscuits Ten more minutes
passed. Snd there were left only the widow
herself and s tho Of elderly men AS
hung about trying 70 look unbounded
sympathy 81 the group, il dswned on me
thAi they were beginning 10 eye NE IN
easily. took sponge cake and another
glass q vios One q the nea-who wore
8 high stock and 81 sdging Of stiff gray
hair around his bald bssd-s6vAnce5 70 ne
Tins funeral, sid be Is over
Yes, yes. ] s1Ennsrsd- and choksd
over SIP ufshsr-y
We ARE vEiuIag-lsi ne tap yoc O, the
bsck-ws are waiting to read the will
! rushed out Of the room and down 70
the stables The ostler Was hArnessinz
The one brown horse that remained !
was thinkin you wouldn't be long, sir be
said; you're the very last, g b'leve. an
here ends hard days work"
i drove of Il was nearly : by this
buf ] didn't even think Of the night class
was wondering II the horse drove " re
really Farmer RetAllack's Somehor -
whether because his feed Of corn pric d
him or no, ] can't say-hs was a deal % g
lively than on the outward journey. 1
looked at him narrowly and began TO Ell
sure it was another horse. In spite Of ne
cool evening a sweat broke out upon u
Reaching home, ] found the farmer
dressed and leaning on a stick in the do
way.
'Lor bless my soulF be hailed me. I've
been that worried about re ! couldn't stay
in bed The parsons been up twice from
the school house to make inquiries Where.
In the name Of goodness
That's LONE story said |. and then,
feigning to speak carelessly. though
heard my heart go thump How dye think
the brown horse look after the journey
"'Oh, he's right enough, the old man
replied indifferently. It'd take a lot to
hurt he. But
But had never felt so glad in my life"
Arthur T. CUTLER Couch in Speaker