The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1892-02-12


beamed with an idea that occurred to
her.
esquire Barlow" she asked, her
strong voice filling the room, ''to whose
satisfaction must prove that the pony
Is mine3 To that mans satisfaction, or
to yours7"
"To the satisfaction Of the court"
decided the Squire with broad smilc.
GAN right" Rosie exclaimed with a
quick, pleased gesture. '.Make out
another warrant"
''For whom2" asked tho Squire.
"For Dollie, replied Rosie.
"Ob, you want the pony arrested ,eh?"
asked the Squire, whereupon everybody
laughed.
III want her brought here and turned
into this pasture lot," pointing out the
window. ''1'll prove that she is my pony
against all corners aud goers."
The Squire caught glimpse of her
purpose.
Constable Finn," bring the pony
here" he ordered.
Rosie beckoned the constable to her
and whispered to him. "Mr. Finn, stop
at the house and get my riding whip.
We arc going to have circus"
In hall an hour Constable Finn ap-
pearcd with the pony, and the court ad-
journed to the pasture lot. =.
"Poor Dollie, how she has been
abused" 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
theu returned. Rosie stood still, the
whip in her hand, all eyes resting upon
her. "Bere, Dollie," she cried. "Come
here, Dollie!"
The pony flung up her head, looked at
Rosie, whinnied her delight, aud then
walked up to her and poked her in the
ribs with her nose.
"Do you love me, Dollie2" she asked.
The pony nodded her head.
"iow much do you love me2' Rosie
asked.
The pony made no response.
"How much do you love met" Rosie
sharply repeated, with peculiar move
ment of her whip.
The pony kissed her by touching her
Cutch Will uCT nose.
Rosie was so overcome that she flung
her arms around the pony's neck ard
laughed and cried Historically. More
than one sturdy man drew his sleeve
across his eyes. The gypsy started at
the experiments, his swarthy face
growing darker.
"Kneel, Dollie," ordered Rosie as she
swayci her whip.
Down went the pony on her knees.
"Sit up" cried Rosie.
In Il moment more the pony was on
her launches.
"Shakc hands, my lady"
The pony thrust out one foot.
"Now pray"
In response to that, the intelligent
aninlal folded her front legs, rested her
head upon them. and looked comically
demure.
sect up" was the next order.
When the pony was on all fours again,
Rosie struck her lightly on the foot.
"Why, you poor child, youw she
commiscratingly said. "You are dread.
fully lamc!"
The pony limped around, bobbed her
head and looked SO detected that every
body laughed except the gypsy. Con-
stable Finn grinned at him, and said sar-
castically:
"You must a-spent power O. time
learnin' the pony all that arc."
The gypsy muttered something under
his breath, u baleful look in his eye.
"Go awayv Rosie angrily cried to
the pony, with fit of the whip.
The pony ran to the rear of the pas.
turc lot, and then came back at fearful
rate of speed, her name streaming, her
jaws apart. her teeth cleaning.
'Look out, girl!' several of the spec.
tators cried in alarm.
Rosie felt no dismay. She stood still,
her arms folded, her whip in her haud.
The pony did not run her down, but
stopped directly in front of her, aud
whinnied, and thrust out her head to be
caressed.
"Mr. Finn" Rosie said, "please COW
er my pony's eyes, so that she can't
The constable did so, while Rosie
walked to the fence and dropped her
handkerchief. Then she came back and
stroked tho pony's nose.
"Dollie," she SAID, in tore 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. at isn't in my pocket"
Rosie said, 81 must have dropped it
somewhere. Go look for it,"
The pony went around the lot, found
the handkerchief, picked it up, aud
brought it to her young mistress.
els the court satisfied" asked Rosie,
9uiZzical look on her face.
"The court is satisfied" Squire Bar
low said. "In fact the court is over
whelmed. Rosie Watson, the pony be-
longs to you. Take her home, she is en-
tirely too smart"
''But amt to be compensated in any
way2' asked the gypsy, with fierce
scowl.
"You are getting off cheaply enough
as it is" was the Squire's comment.
"You ought to be glad that she did not
charge you with stealing the pony"
"Well, Pm going to give the pony
good-by, anyhow" the man said.