The evening world., 1894-04-25
.SAEL0vED The HORSE.
But the Policeman Thought She
Spoke Endearingly to Him.
Mrs. lie MouIt Explains Her Remark,
"You Know | Love You
II Made Mccullough Blush and Say,
"G'way."

A little red buggy on three wheels is
being doctored up at Days livery stable,
at 45l 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 a 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 If 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
yeered suddenly TO the west and made
a wide sweep around the corner Of TWEEN
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
by small boy. Neither Mrs. LIE Mouit
nor her maid was hurt. They. climbed
out Of the wrecked buggy and Police
man McCullagh ran up and led the
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
I,.h INI h 81 ,,.N ha- 10 artT
close to the animals. and said assur-
ingly; "You know you love me. don't
Policeman Mecullash; who heard it.
intelliEible. A bystander grinned, and
"G'wan now"
or course a newspaper reporter .was
LIE Moult han told McCullagh that he
what he wrote. and Mrs. LIE Moult and
When an E 5sen Tvs World G"n reporter
went to see Mr.. LIE Moult this morn
Ing to get the story straight. that gen
tleman. was much disturbed. He
however, and the reporter took little
walk up the street to see Liveryman
Daily.
woman sat in Mr.. Days office when
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
belong to Mr.. lie Moult, not to me. Sc
you see the whole story is all made up. >
Mr.. LIE Moult arrived at this juno
tstr nd a.
LIE Mouit never told Policeman Nc
cullagh that she loved him. Why. she
said that to the horse"
remarked Kent M ar H. M bay chow
foolish women. will talk to horses when
"sure. that's It," interjected Mr.. lie
Eyes. indeed" came from behind the
THAT policeman don't dare to face me
and tell me that said l loved him.
III 60 right now With you Nm and ask h htm
why didn't you keep still"
In It," from Mr.. DAILY.
81 don't care anyway; I'm Mrs LIZ
knew he loved me-" persisted Mrs. LIZ
And this horrid paper says ! was ar,
sested in sr6 for o1 fast dTvns
Harlem Court. That's not true one bit
"Of course not" said Mr.. DAILY. THAT
horse can't go eight miles an hour tc
save its life. So you see that's all wrong
"sure" echoed Mr.. lie Moult. Good.
ever you want bunch Of flowers"