The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1894-04-25
SHELOVEO THE HORSE.
But the Policeman Thought She
Spoke Endearingly to Him.
Mrs. lie MouIt Explains Her Remark,
"You Know | Love YOU"
1t Made Mccullough Blush and Say,
"G'way."

A little red buggy on three wheels is
being doctored up at Days livery stable,
at 6l 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 McCulagh, 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 a drive. Just before din
ner time she drove down Broadway at
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 wreck before
long. Sure enough, the brown horse
veered suddenly to the west and made
wide sweep around the corner OF Twen-
tieth street.
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
nor her maid was hurt. They, climbed
out of the wrecked buggy and Police
man McCullaEh ran up and led the
horse to the curb.
Mrs. LIE Moult told the maid to run to
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
close to the animaFs. and said assur-
i Hos}.; you know you love me- don't
Policeman McCullagh, who heard it.
blushed and stammered something un..
ineligible. A bystander grinned. and
"G'wan now"
OF course a newspaper reporter was
there just then, and he was sure Mrs.
knew she loved him.. Anyway. that is
Mr.. LIE Moult read It this morning.
vent Mee to a see Mr.. he Monit this MORN
ing to get the story straight. that gen
tleman was much disturbed. He
wouldn't say what he thought about II,
however, and the reporter took little
walk up the street to see Liveryman
| Daily.
very plump and stylishly dressed
the reporter entered. At the first ques-
ton put to the liveryman the plump
lady's round face disappeared behind a
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 little
brown horse, and both It and the buggy
belong to Mr.. lie Moult. not to me. So
you see the whole story is all made up
Mr.. lie Moult arrived at this juno
ture and said: Sure"
"Oh, yes" continued Mr.. DAILY, there
is an3ther thing that's wrong. Mrs.
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 women will talk to horses when
Sure. that's It," interjected Mr.. lie
Eyes, indeed" came from behind the
newspaper in 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 didp't you keep still"
Now. now, now. you've put your foot
ii don't care anyway: I'm Mrs lie
Moult and l didn't say that policeman
knew he loved me-" persisted Mrs. LIE
Moult with tears in her big blue eyes.
rested fn' Feb @tr FOR fast driving
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
! too"
sure" echoed Mr.. lie Moult. Good
by" he concluded; come around when
ever you want bunch of flowers"