The broad ax., 1897-03-27

and the train men tired hearing him
reiterate, Are we maist there moor
They took interest In the man. how
ever, seeing his devotion to the horse.
which he seldom left, even at the
stations where they stopped to dine
upon the dyspeptic-looking pie and
muddy coffee which Dauvit said, YIN
maun be gey cautious aboot swallow
in" But when the wide prairies
were reached, and the box-car rock
ed and rolled over the roughly-laid
single track, the poor fellow said
never a word when the perspiration
dripped from his brow In the super
heated atmosphere, and his tired limbs
trembled from so much standing. At
last the train pulled into the little
station Of Bonneville, Freeman coun-
ty, and the car was shunted up an
Incline into the weed-growing siding.
With thankful heart Dauvit united his
stallion, and led him forth, loud neigh
heraldtng the arrival Of the first
Clydesdale that had entered Kansas
Extra polish had been put upon his
skin, and the ribbons that decked him
out at Paisley streamed gaily from his
name and tail as he kicked up his
heels with Joy at feeling terra frma be-
meath him once again, making the
citizens" who pressed around jump
nimbly aside in alright
Stranger, what may you call that
thar?" cried Ike Moseby, the city
sheriff" and when Dauvit answered,
That's Ardencaple Conqueror, by
Dumbarton Baltic DOT o. the aud Tin
took meer Maggie O. Duntocher Mains"
the inquisitor and his friends laughed
loud and long; then, rolling the guild
OF tobacco in his cheek, Ike calculated,
do tell" and asked again, But what
kind Of q animile is it,"
"Clydesdalel can ye no see? an
perfect pictur'," said Dauvit. "Soond
in win an limb; nae cleek nor grease;
free frae spavie, ringbane an side
bane; no a shiverer, a gran goer, an
as shair's deith" But we need not
repeat the rude remarks of the crowd
anent the hairy legs of the stallion, his
ponderous body and gay accoutrements,
for Dauvit got out Of hearing as quick
ly as possible. This was but the be-
ginning Of a wordy warfare against the
horse; yet that night Dauvit merely
said, as he stretched his weary frame
upon the corn-husk mattress in the lit
tie hotel, We'll maybes win a welcome
the morn or neist day"
But Dauvit was mistaken in his
reckoning. Next day, next month-yes,
many a long day afterwaTd-he failed
to find patronage for his horse, for the
Kansas folk would none of him.
They wad actually hae me clip his
legs" said he one morning as he
was busy rubbing in the sawdust. AN
sic gran featherl The auld horse him
sell hadna finer. Clip him! the haver-
in eedeets; aid as sumo hae ma ain
held glen a convict crop like theirsr'
And so the weeks went by, Dauvit
trying to convert the people to ap-
probation Of Clydesdale pedigree and
excellence. while they on their part,
turning a deaf ear, continued to use
plebeiar stations which the owner OF
Ardencaple Conqueror often rated in
their hearing as "wastrel weeds, just
fit for a mairch tae the hidden"
What with the excessive heat, pinch
ing economy, and increasing worry.
Oauyit fast faded to a shadow OF the
robust man that bid weeping Janet
farewell at Liverpool, and his slender
purse was getting alarmingly light.
The horse, however, seemed to suffer
nothing, for he had his loving own
er's unwearying care, and many a
mile they walked daily over the IN
dulAting prairies, where the CHEEKY
notes of the "bob-o-link" and the
scent Of myriad flowers soothed Dau-
Wits sorrows, and brought him into 81
lent communion with well-loved scenes
abroad. and his heart turned longingly
towards his fatherland and family.
The sweet wild grasses brought plump
ness to the frame Of the horse, the
fresh air filling his lungs, gave him
vim that contrasted strangely with the
saddeRed mien of his master. Its a
gran thing, ma lad" said Dauvit one
day as they rested in the shade of the
creek-side willows-"ay, it's ate
either an unco blessin' that ye're no
a man-no tae say Scotchman-ken-
min he's ava frae hame, ava frae
the bonnie bit BARNES, ava frae the
douce guidwife; but let's see what she
says" and he drew out letter which
had reached him that day, and read:
'Dauvit, ma ain man, a. Gamma, Gamma
thole It much LANCER. A. try tae keep
up ma heart and quaet the BARNS wi
tales o. the auld hame; but Dauvit, o
DauvitI ma hairt'l shairly break gin
ye dinna send sumo. Am wac for the
SIGHTS an soonds o. the countryside.
Whites, when the bairnies are beddit
A. sit WI ma cen shut, an a. hear the
whimple o. the burn, an the nnties Hit
In, an the gloamin' win soughin'
through the rowan trees where wee
Elsie lies; an yer voice comes frae
the steadin' cryin' tae the kye. An