The evening world., 1894-04-25
SHELOVEO THE HORSE.
But the Policeman Thought She
Spoke Endearingly to Him.
Mrs. Le Moult Explains Her Remark,
"You Know ! Love YOU"
Il Made Mccullough Blush and Say,
"G'way."

little red buggy on three wheels Is
being doctored UP at Dalys livery stable,
ot 451 Fourth avenue to-day, and Mrs.
Emil lie Moult, wife Of the florist, who
furnishes flowers for Murray Hill folks.
from his store at 436 Fourth avenue. Is
busy making 1t understood among her
friends that she did not say that big
Policeman McCuliagh, OF the West Thir-
tieth street station, knew she loved him.
Yesterday afternoon Mrs. lie Moult,
who is plump and pretty, took her maid
and went for drive. Just before din
ner time she drove down Broadway at
a swinging clip. The brown horse at
tached to the red buggy swerved several
times in and out of the cable road track
as II the hand that held the reins was
not SO steady as 1t might be.
Policeman McCullagh, who patrols
twentieth street between Fourth and
/ Seventh avenues, stood at Twentieth
street and Broadway and predicted that
the red buggy would be a wreck before
long. Sure enough. the brown horse
yeered suddenly to the west and made
O wide sweep around the corner or Twen-
A heavy delivery wagon belonging TO
Herter Brothers came along just then.
There was a crash and two feminine
shrieks and one of the buggy's red
wheels went on by itself until caught
by a small boy. Neither Mrs: LIE Moult
out Of the wrecked buggy and Police
man McCullagh ran UP and led the
horse to the curb
Mrs LIE Moult told the maid to run to
after the rig. Then she cried very hard
and began to pet the brown horse. She
rubbed his nose and put her face very
ktngly: You know you love me. don't
Policeman Mccullagh, who heard 1T,
blushed and stammered something un-
cCullagh said:
'G'wan now."
bf course newspaper reporter was
ere just then, and he was sure Mrs.
Moult ha" told McCullagh that he
lew she loved him. Anyway: that is
hat he wrote. and Mrs. lie Moult and
when an Evening World' reporter
ent to see Mr.. lie Monlt this morn ,ri
ouldn't say what he thought about It,
owever. and the reporter took little
ESoaIIki! SaIk up the street to see Liveryman
A very plump and stylishly dressed
Woman sat In Mr. Days office when
The reporter entered. At the frs first q9ues,
pady's round face disappeared behind a
newspaper. which was held very high
fnd very, much spread out;
/ Mr.. Daily is big and good d-natured and
4" Why the story, is, all wrong. The
Prse wasn't a big bay. but a little
own horse. and both 1t and the buggy
Hong to Mr.. lie Moult, not to me. So
u see the whole story Is all made up"
ir, l. Le Mo M9ult ..sarr arrived at this juno
KOh, yes" continued Mr.. Daily. there
another thing that's wrong. Mrs.
ke Moult never told Policeman Nc
Hulagh that she loved him. Why. she
bid that to the horse"
I"Sure," remarked Mr.. lie Moult.
I"You know" went on Mr.. DAILY, "how
polish women ON, n will talk to horses when
Sure. that's It," interjected Mr.. lie
lfoult.
n "Yes, indeed" came from behind the
Newspaper in very decided feminine
foce.
THAT policeman don't dare to face me
md tell me that said / loved him;
III go right now with you and ask him."
"Oh, dear" exclaimed Mr.. lie Moult.
'why didn't you keep still"
Now, now, now, you've put your foot
In It," from Mr.. DAILY.
II II don't care anyway; I'm Mrs lie
Moult. and l didn't say that policeman
knew he loved me-" persisted Mrs. lie
And this horrid paper says was ar
rested in February for fast driving on
Seventh avenue, and fined $40 in the
Harlem Court That's not true one bit.
"Of course not" said Mr.. DAILY. That
porse can't go eight miles an hour to
oo."
Sure" echoed Mr.. lie Moult. Good
by." he concluded; come around when
Ever you want q bunch of flowers"