The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1895-07-18
wouldn't have thought If YOU hadn't.

Wouldn't have thought ii you hadn't
VOW and he fetched another Shrek as
the sorreI stretched the halter an added
inch and snorted cupful Of foam down
Mr.. Wigglesworth's neck.
What We standing there for?' he
yelled. Don't We see I can't move
without losing my life and all I've got
on?"
"What shall 1 dor walled his wife,
wringing her hands.
EDO? Why get an axe and chop his
blamed head off! Go and get a wood
auger and bore a hole in him somewhere,
and see if that won't take his attention!
Col
Mrs. Wigglesworth was woman who
could be reused to momentous situa-
tons. She came down from the stairs
and waved her apron gently.
i "Shoow she said to the sorrel horse.
That's itr' her husband cried, that's
! the way to shoe a horser' and CHASTITY as
the humor seemed to be, he found him
self smiling at it. But his wonder re-
doubled when the sorrel horse, after
! looking at Mrs. WigglesWorth for a
moment with a surprised air, slipped
demurely down from the edge of the
stall and began scratching his neck re-
fectively on the manger
'There you are,' said Mrs. Wiggles-
worth, climbing down from the box and
cautiously approaching the stall. The
/ animal had his eyes closed, and Mr..
! Wigglesworth as he took hold of the
halter, remembering his suspender,
could not forbear giving it a vicious lit
tie jerk.
What followed Mrs. WigglesWorth eX-
planned to the doctors. The tall sorrel,
she said, when he felt the jerk. seemed
to turn and shot hasty but astonished
| look at her husband. Mr.. WiggleS-
worth's hands appeared to be glued TO
| the halter she said, for when the sorrel
stood up on his hind legs and walked
out of the stall, Mr.. Wigglesworth came
with him, swinging back and forth like
the pendulum to a clock, only faster.
| When the sorrel got out on the barn
floor, he looked around for Mrs. Wig.
ellsworth, but failing to discover her,
at first, he performed a few complicated
| dance movements, such as circus
horse makes, leaving portions OF Mr..
Wigglesworth's clothing and cuticle
upon the studding and rafters OF the
stable as he went along. Then he put
his hands around that gentleman and
charged out of doors. The hired girl had
Just time to look over her shoulder and
see the procession coming, and then
drop her clothes basket and crawl under
the stoop. When the sorrel horse came
down again, missing the hired girl by an
inch, he put his off hind foot through the
clothes basket and bore it away with
him.
It made one Of the best items of news
the local papers ever had, and even got
copied into city daily with cuts. Peo-
pie coming out of their houses would see
Mr. Wigglesworth every few minutes
going into the air, and then coming
down again, closely followed by the sor-
rel horse, with his leg thrust through
the basket, and accommodating mud
which ever and anon he would shake off
upon the bystanders as he went hustling
past.
Half an hour later Mr.. Wigglesworth
climbed slowly up the stoop, fragment
Of the halter, apparently forgotten,
showing in his hand.
my darling, darling Ellery?" sobbed
his wife, with a pale face, tottering for
ward.
"Don't We fall on mel! warned Mr..
Wigglesworth, the passionate lines ON
his face growing deeper; don't We come
whining around here asking for any
more family horses warranted to stand
without hitching! The kind of family
horse you want is gentle, long-eared
| donkey, and blamed if I don't wish
you'd got one before you ever saw me!'
And in explaining it afterward to the
woman across the way, Mrs. Wiggles-
worth said: "It did seem queer that
Ellery should lay it all onto her, when
the horse was just as much Of surprise
to her as it was to anybody especially
Mr.. Wigglesworth.