The Press., 1893-06-22
CONSUL TED THE WRONG MAN.

A rather rakish-looking fellow occu- scarfpin and long moustache, which he chewed spitefully as he looked over a veterinary surgeons bill and frowned Just ahead of him good old Presbyteri- all preacher sat with a mourning man who had just buried his wife. And as the B. and O. s. w. express moved down it's vest bound time card the minister spoke soothing words of comfort to the be- reaved husband and sought to console him in his grief by hopes of future life and lessons to be learned by bitter trials here below.
 "She was good woman-a very good woman, Henry, but the Lord had need of her, and we must bear it bravely."
 The husband choked, but said nothing. The minister arose, passed down the car and took drink of ice water; then with pended head and heartfelt mind still deep in sympathy, returned and sank into the seat
 'There may be yet some now unknown lesson in this loss," said he, softly, to his companion, not staring at him in his grief.
 "Yes," was the reply, -tinged with ill., temper; ''I'll, know a darn sight better than to hire such highwayman for a doctor again."
 Somewhat surprised, the minister ex- claimed, But then, my friend, what is that compared to her worth to you?" But you see had her heavily insured, and wasn't a red cent in the hole; but this chump flung the stinger into my pOcketbook for all he's worth, because he knew had the stuff. And she ain't been worth so much to me after all-she's lost mo more than she was worth from first to last. I'll never take up any of her blood again-there's bad streak in it."
 Shocked be yond expression at the heart less words, but knowing that deep grief often unseats the reason, the minister sought to soothe the unsettled mind.
 "I never knew her family, but she wa good in her ways, and always did her best"
 "Oh, yes, she's good enough in her line, but, confound her skin, she never did do her level best. Why, blame it, man, she'd lay right down and give it up when she had everything her own way, hands down. By Joe, you ought to see her slap the mud in Nancy Ms face at Sabina last fall! :"
 "What?" gasped the paralyzed minis ter.
 "Why, she knocked her eye out in a jog trot till she reached the finish, and let down there-gave up, dogone her But I've entered her on the kite track at Chillicothe for the summer meet, and ii she don't pull down third money in the year-old 2:25 I'll knock knot-hole iu her neck with fork handle.''
 With an articulate gurgle of horror the minister turned and looked at his com panion.
 He had dropped by mistake into the seat with the Kentucky horseman, who had just received the doctors bill for at tendance upon his trotting mare during g siege of pneumonia Cincinnati Conanoer. c5dI Gasette.
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