Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1897-02-11
DOLLY GO.


Il smell steak scorching, Martby :
The voice had no trace Of impatience
though the owner Of it disliked burned
steak above measure.
"Well, l 'clar' for t, honey, da
piece do seem to be leetle sco'cheC
roun' de aiges," and black Marth'
snatched the meat from over the glow
ing Goals, and examined the lower side
critically.
"A leetle sco'ched 'roun de aiges,
she continued, "but dat don signerfy
A good many OBJ de good tings OBJ life
am leetle sco'ched 'roun' de aiges
honey. Yo' hab ter tex desc yer ting:
philosphicly. But yo' jes' hol' de
br'iler ober on dis side while 20 ol
aunty meks de coffee, and Martha
hobbled off to the storeroom.
well have to hurry this morning
aunty," called the girl at the fire
Papa must take the half-past seven
train, and l don't want him to hurry
his breakfast.
Out-of-doors the soft air of June
gathered fragrance from every flower
it passed and brought it in at the open
door, as though inviting Dorothy Gold,
er to take long sniff of its sweetness.
The fragrance Of June did not har-
monize WELL however, with the odol
of burned steak that still hung about
the kitchen, and Dorothy was glad,
moment later, to get out into the sun
shine, where she could get the June
flavor unmixed.
Stretching away on all sides were
undulating fields of grass and grain
rustling in the light breeze. At the
left was broad highway, keeping
close company past the farm with a
noisy brook, whose merry chatter coulc
be heard this morning rising won
drously loud and clear.
Off to the right were the long, low
stables, and beyond these the grass!
paddocks where were kept the scores
of trotting horses that had given Roll
ing Meadows" a national reputation.
But the queen Of them all, the brigh
particular star of the stables and tn,
grassy paddocks, was glossy, silk
coated trotter that years before ha'
been named, in a way, for the httl
queen in the house. Dorothy was six
teen now, and Dolly Go was in tn
full tide of her greatness as a trotter.
The business of breeding horses 70
the Northern market had been carrie,
on at Rolling Meadows for many years
Dolly Go was the consummate creatur
of all this careful breeding. The fin
est qualities of long line Of speed
producing ancestors appeared to hav
crystallized in this bonny, silk-coate,
thoroughbred, whose disposition wa
as kindly as her feet were fleet.
"She am one OBJ de seben wonder
oh de warl',' said Uncle 'Rastus, tn
stableman, as he carefully placed
light harness over his favorite httl
later that June morning. "De bette
OBJ her don nibble grass dis side d
Hio. Jes' look at de eyes oh her !
he went on to himself. "Dey's ik
de eyes OBJ leetle gal, dey's dat gen
tie"
He patted Dolly's soft coat admir-
ingly Oar, now, yo's all ready fc
yo missis. She know how to pull d
ribbons ober yo' -
Hitched to the lightest of light roa,
wagons, Dolly had not long to wait be
fore the door Of the house until Doro
thy and her father came out and 60
into the wagon.
"All right, Uncle Rastus, said tn
girl, gathering up the reins. "Al
right, Dolly" and Dolly perfect strid
carried the wagon smoothly and rap
idly down the turf-covered road t
the broader, dustier highway beyOn,
the boundaries of the farm.
Dorothy had for years driven Doll.
Go all about the country alone; 70
though but sixteen, she was as familia
with the driving of horses as any nal
upon her fathers place. AS for Doll,
why, a babe in arms, Dorothy woul,
have assured you, could be safely trust
ed with Dolly, so gentle, obedient an
careful footed was she.
When Mr.. Colder and Doroth,
drove together she always held tn