New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1898-01-30
THE WRONG SIDE.

,srnoon each taking more gloomy view OF
~. case than the last old Daniel Curtis, de-
Ito his Cockney breeding. listened mostly in
.rorce 10 the croakng Of his acquaintance.
1.e-e is limit. however. TO all endurance. and
Ar, Curtis reached his when Silas Jones told
,,u clearly with no beating about the bush,
,.., the old horse had done his last days
~o,k and was only good for cats meat.
81, that's all yerve got to say yer needn't
tara took the trouble TO walk dahn. Mr.. Jones.
TN wish yer good AFTERNOON" and Mr.. Curtiss
A,csr nointed Enthusiastically at the door. Mr..
Lanes after passing his free opinion on Mr.
rr,,,s,s temper gratitude and hospitality, took
the hint and departed
wbep Mr. Curtis had satisfied himself that no
zach visitor was imminent he turned back into
tho stable. where a bony chestnut morse $1,000
,ueubriously on three legs
~Don't YOU listen TO EN-. my beauty" said Mr..
Curtis. putting the untasted food more prom1-
..,,v before the langud brown nose. yen
ann be as lit as ever Yer was. or my name
ain. Dan Curtis. Try a sup. Gahoper- NO
49, don.t yer go thinkin' about what them
Moomin fools said. Why, theer was Coiinan
mare as all said was conner, as Nveiy TO-DAY
.s foal He he" concluded Mr. Curtis. with
IN encouraging cackle
Rut Gauoper was beyond taking an interest IN
co,man.s mare. he shifted his legs YEARLY. and
turned his head away.
~Old age and too much work. Mr. Curtis,
.s,s the vet half an hour later. Keep cold
h.,aares on the legs. iced him up well and let
him rest for a fortnight
"a ole fortnight. sir? Is he as bad as that"
easped Mr. Curtis
"Be's in rather bad way. I'm afraid. You
see he's no longer young 'un won't they
give you another at the gardens
NO sir. and they told m. this mornin as
how they could get another man and 'orse
By a-'odin' up Of their inger-whlch Is true,
=, hut il don't help Galloper and me at all.
Mr. Ford whistled reilectively.
at amt So much a-losin' of my plice. can
rub along on next to no,hin'. but Galloper-
You see. sir. I've 'ad i'm now a matter Of twelve
years and We sort Of understand'-
"Why don't you see if they will take him at
the Home for Horses at Paiey?' said the
young surgeon with sudden inspiration. They
look after them there for next TO nothing. and
I believe they would lend you another while
he's pulling around | think that's the best
thing you can do No. Mr. Curtis, never mind
abou, the fee Good afternoon. Mind you keep
the bandages wet"
All llldl ISHt MI. NNi Nt' H"N ~f 1850
patient. wettng the bandages as fast they
dried The first sunbeam Of July morning
stole through the cobwebbed window. and dis
closed the old mans face very white. but with
strong purpose and determination stamped
thereon.
At o'clock Mr. Curtis hurried into the cot
tage made a careful toilet and gulped down
hasy breakfast of bread and dripping and weak
10 Oh in C,allODar
to eat and then lead him out Mr.. Curtiss
eyes were red and swollen with his long vigil.
but anxiety sharpened them. In the searching
sunlight Galoper cut a sorry figure and his
master could not blind himself TO the fact
Bidding the horse stand still-a superfous in
junction-Mr Curtis went into his small gar
Den. and picked two large cabbage roses These
be fastened at Galloper's ears, and then led
him slowly down the lane.
"'Ulow Takin' your 'unter for a constitoo
tona?" said Mr. Jones. emerging from his shop
q Mr. Curtis and Galoper walked down the
village street.
"Mornin', said Mr. Curtis. ignoring the re-
mark with crushing hauteur.
"Mornin' Mr.. Curtis" called out the CHEEKY
proprietor Of the Fighting Cocks "Old horse
dom better en-"
no. sir. 'e's VERY bad Mr.. Ford says. but
I'm atakn i'm TO the One at Paley; they'll
Set In up theer to rights. said Mr.. Curtis with
decision.
why. that's a matter Of four miles. Mr.
Curtis. YogW never get there"
oh! yuess well do 1t all right and well ave
SIGH rest az never was when We gifts there"
said Mr. Curtis loudly.
The old 'orse thinks it's May Day. SEEM
hgly." remarked the irrepressibe Mr.. Jones