Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-04-11
HE HAD A GOOD HORSE.
And They Hated to See His Talent
Wasted.

And They Hated to See His Talents
Wasted.
At recent Monday gathering of Method
list diyines, one of the gentlemen of the
cloth narrated pretty good story of an
itinerant clergyman in the southwest and
his experiences in hamlet given over to
The passion of running horses.
sit is not many years ago." said the speak
er, 'that Clergyman, well mounted, rode
ND one afternoon to a small hotel in little
town in Western Tennessee and dismount-
ed. As he threw the reins to the stable
boy and gave some particular instructions
for the care of his horse, he noticed a half
dozen or so men gazing admiringly at the
animal.
Entering the hotel. the brother wrote his
name in the register without prefixing the
abbreviation Rev Then he went to the
Mushroom, and was busily engaged in re-
moving the signs of travel when teamster
rushed in and said:
"'By the way, Mr. Blank, will you let
your horse run? There's short track right
back here piece, and the moneys up
With these words he shook in the face of
the astonished clergyman anumber of bank
notes.
"'No, SIR replied the minister, with great
dignity Most assuredly not and then he
turned away and busted himself with other
affairs. Shortly after this the supper bell
rang, and Mr.. Blank, who was strolling up
on the plaza, when he turned to enter the
dining room was met by a courteous stran-
ger, who, addressing him politely, said:
"T hope, sir, you will allow your mare
to run. AS soon as you rode up this after
noon offered to bet 5000 that she would
cut down anything here, and the money is
up / am judge of horses, and yours is u
pretty piece of flesh. If you let her run,
Pm sure she'll win.'
"Do you think, sir, replied Mr.. Blank,
that it is compatible with my calling to
sanction horse races? Let me inform you,
sir, that am Methodist minister
'The man was too much surprised to re-
ply, and the minister went to his meal.
Later in the evening the stranger came to
him, and getting him one side remarked:
You must excuse me, sir, but must apol-
ogze. assure you was unaware of your
calling and beg your pardon. Nothing
could induce me to knowingly insult cler-
gyman.'
81 am certain replied the reverend gen.
tleman, that no insult was intended, and
therefore no pardon is to be granted
After that the two spent a pleasant hour in
conversation, and the following afternoon
the minister, having completed his errand,
rode away
"a few months following Mr.. Blank rode
up to blacksmith's shop in another por
ton of the county. After he had dis
mounted the smithy, who had come for
ward. said, Wasn't you at Cross Roads
village with that mare one day last sum-
mer?
Eyes replied the clergyman. Why do
you ask?'
"'Oh, for nothing The boys wanted to
run her, didn't they?'
"'They did, indeed, but refused my per-
mission. l am minister CT the gospel
"'Well, now said the smith, chuckling
at the recollection, that's all right, preach
err, but the boys got her out, they did, and
they run her anyway, but l say, preacher,
she beat, she did. She won the money in
as pretty a race as / ever see'
"Judge," said the speaker, in conclusion,
''of the outraged feelings Of our reverend
brother when he learned that his horse had
been made to race, without his permission,
by the apologize stranger. Still, there
was one feeling of satisfaction in that it
had won so handily."- New York Herald.