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

A little red buggy on three wheels Is
being doctored up at Days livery stable.
Mt AL Fourth avenue, to-day. and Mrs.
Emil lie Moult, wife Of the florist. who
furnishes flowers for Murray Hill folks.
from his store at 1876 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 IL 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
q wide sweep around the corner Of TWEEN
A heavy delivery wagon belonging to
Herter Brothers came along Just then hen.
shrieks and one, of the buggy's red
wheels went on by itself until caught
by small boy. Neither Mrs. LIE Moult
nor her maid was hurt. They climbed
out of the wrecked buggy and Police
man McCullagh ran up and led the
horse to the curb.
Days stable and have somebody come
after the rig Then she cried very hard
and began to pet the brown horse. She
rubbed his nose and put her face very
tvfNn nd
i yuaE' you know you love me- don't
Policeman McCullagh, who heard It.
blushed and stammered something un-
inteliigible. 4 bystander grinned, and
McCullagh said:
"G'wan now"
OF course newspaper reporter was
lie Moult ha" told McCullagh that he
knew she loved him: Anyway. that Is
what he wrote, and Mrs. lie Mouit and
wi when an "Evening World reporter
went to see Mr.. LIE Moult this morn
ing to get the story straight, that gen
eant %Ss wb muf b about
however. and the reporter took little
walk up the street to see Liverynan
DAILY.
A very plump and stylshly dressed
woman sat in Mr.. Days office when
the reporter entered. At the first ques-
ton put to the liveryman the plump
newspaper, which was held very high
and very much spread out.
Mr. DAILY is big and good-natured and
Irish. He smiled and said:
why the story is. all wrong. The
horse wasn't a big bay, but a little
brown horse. and both It and the buggy
belong to Mr.. lie Moult, not to me. So
Mr.. lie Moult arrived at this juno
ture and said: Sure"
lo ,.tla tpey thnt Ire
lie Moult never told Policeman Nc
Cullagh that she loved him. Why. she
said that to the horse"
Sure" remarked Mr.. lie Moult.
You Know" went on Mr.. DAILY. "how
foolish woinenn, will talk to horses when
"sure. that's It," interjected Mr.. LIE
"Yes, indeed" came from behind the
newspaper in a very decided feminine
voice.
THAT policeman don't dare to face me
and tell me that / said I loved him.
I'll 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.
Moult, and / didn't say that policeman
knew he loved me-" persisted Mrs. LIE
Moult, with tears in her big blue eyes.
And this horrid paper says was ar
Seventh avenue. and fined $40 in the
Harlem Court That's not true one bit.
"Of course not" said Mr.. DAILY. THAT
horse can't go eight miles an hour to
save, its life. SO you see that's all wrong
Sure" echoed Mr.. lie Moult. Good
by" he concluded; come around when
ever you want a bunch of flowers"