The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1893-06-15

wretches, and if they will down upon
their knees, and implore God S mercy,
and promise to do so no more, we
will not take legal action against
them. Oh, that my own land should
be desecrated thus!' for it was indeed
a section 81. his own farm.
" AS the good clergyman thus spoke,
he started on toward the scene. The
horses of the wicked men were Just
drawing up for a start as the minister
approached, and some of the riders
who at once recognized sold Morgan .
did not recognize the reverend indi-
vidual who rode him.
"Wicked men!" commenced the
parson, as he came near enough for.
his voice to be heard, "children of
sin and shame"-' ~
'sCome on, old boss" cried one of
the Jockeys, turning toward the min
ister ssIf you are in for the first
race, you must stir your stumps. Now
we go.' T.,
calais! Oh, my wicked' = .-.
Gall ready!'' shouted he who led in
the affair, cutting the minister short.
land off it isn' y A..
And the word for starting was
given Old Morgan knew that word
too we'll, for no sooner did it fall upon
his ears than he stuck out his nose,
and with one wild snort he started,
and the rest Of the racers, twelve in
number, kept him company.
"Who-oa! whO-oa-oa!" cried the
parson at the top of his voice.
..'By the powers, old fellow, you're
keen onen' shouted one of the
wicked men, who had thus far man:
aged to keep close by the side of the
parson. "You ride we'll"
"Who-ho-ho-o-o! who-a-oa!" yelled
the clergyman, Juggling at the reins
with all his might
But it was all of no avail. Old
Morgan had now reached ahead of all
competitors, and he came up to the
judges stand three rods ahead, where
the petrifed deacons were standing,
with eyes and mouths wide open.
''Don't STOP cried the Judge, who
now recognized Parson Ridewell,' and
suspected his business, and who also
saw at once into the secret of old
Morgan's joining the race. Don't
STOP he shouted again; lit is tw o.
mile heat this time. Keep right on,
parson. You are good for another
mile. Now you go-and off it is''
These last words were of course
known to the horse, and no sooner
did Morgan hear them, than he stuck
his nose out again, and again started
off. The poor parson did his utmost
to stop the bewitched animal, but it
could not be DONE The more he
struggled and yelled, the faster the
animal went on, and ere many mo-
ments he was again at the startin @
point, where Morgan now stopped of
! his own accord. There was a hurried
whispering among the wicked ones,
and a succession of Very curious
winks and knowing mods seem to in
dictate that they understood.
''Upon my soul, parson," said the
leader of the abonination, approach.
ing the spot where the minister still
sat in his saddle, he having not vet
sufficiently recovered his presence oil
mind to dismount, '.you ride we'll
We had not looked for this honor"
! ''Honor, sir!" gasped Ridewell
looking blankly into the speakers
face.
'Ay-for it's an honor. You are
the first clergyman who has ever
joined us in our Sabbath evening en-
tertainments. -
ell, sir! joined you?"
"Ha, ha, ha! O. you did it we'll
Your good deacons really think yor
tried to stop your horse; but I saw
through it; saw how slyly you pu,
. your horse up. But I don't blame
you for feeling proud of old Morgan
for l should feel so myself if 1 owned
him. But you need not fear; I will
tell all who may ask me about it tina
you did your best to stop your beast
for | would rather stretch the truth
a little than have such good locke,
as you are suffer-
This had been spoken so loudly tina
the deacons had heard every wore
and the poor pastor was bewildered
DuJ ne soon came TO himself, and will
a flashing eye, he cried:
"Villains. what mean you9 VIII,
do We thus
"Hold on" interrupted one of tn
party, and as he spoke, the rest O
the racing men had all mounted thei
horses, shold on moment, parson
We are willing to allow you to carr
/ off the palm, but we won't stand you
abuse. When we heard that you ha
determined to Try if your hors
, would not beat us all, we agree
, among ourselves that if you came W
would let you in. We have, done sc
and you won the race in two-mil
! heat. Now let that satisfy you. B
;, the hockey, but you did it we'll. Whe
, you want to try it again, just send u
word, and we'll be ready for yor
Goodbye :
AS the wretch thus spoke, h
) turned his horses head, and be
; fore the astounded preacher coul
81 utter a word, the whole party ha