The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-09-03
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Equine Veteran of the War With Mar,
Faults and Single Weakness

O''SlC w GdkneSS.
lie was a veteran of the late war D,
wy Oh evincing his distaste for tbe
ways OF peace he had just kicked sew.
efal holes in the dashboard of the car,
winch 1t was his business to draw HI,
driver stood on the sidewalk and alter.
nately cursed and coaxed. the rar,a,,,.
oeing punctuated by occasional crasbe,
Oh the woodwork, as the veteran lifted
ms powerful heel. 1t was on tha nortt
S,ue Oh Washington square and thu
Usual crowd was offering unprOfitahIs
| doVlce. Down the steps Of one of thf
oIg old-t1me mansions stroIled Ian,
suld young man clad in afternoon les
rdlfnents. He cast casual glance al
the equine veteran, then FASTENED dowr
Ine steps and pushed through tho
| horse. S'''N ~ 'ii'
He do be a devil all right, Sorr," said
the driver. But Pete Is not his name j
Inc animal, however, seemed to think
| otnerWise. Up went his ears and the
SKIN on his broad nose wrinkled in =
| peculiarly sagacious way. The next in.
staht the young man jumped back with
cessation of lsnguidity that saved the
polht OF MS chin, The horses big teeth
snapped in the air.
| UP to your old tricks, are YOU" said
the young man, and his gloved hand
lanoed with smart whack across the
wrinkling jowl.
The veteran tossed his head and
snorted, but he didn't kick again. In
stead he kept his eyes intently on the
| glVer of the blow, evidently solicitous
lest another should follow it.
Hit him agin, Sorr" besought the
driver. "Av had cracked him like that
there Wud have been no cart left at all. "
Where did you pick him up?"
Back luck to the Harlem man that
sold him to me-" said the driver "You
know the horse, Sorr"
Rather" said the young man. He's
one Of Teddy's Terrors. Aren't you,
Pete?"
Pete started to reach again but
changed his mind hastily as the gloved
| hand swung toward him. The crowd,
ever eager in interest for anything
about the war, stood waiting.
He's a real terror, too" continued
the young man. HE never got any
farther than Tampa toward the front,
but he made a record there. There
were men in every troop that had the
mark of his teeth on EN-, and we called
| him the cannibal."
You was one of the rough riders,
sorr?" said the driver respectfully.
Not rough enough to tackle Pete. It
wasn't that he bucked but he had a
trick of turning his head and getting a
man just above the knee. don't be-
lieve there's a horse living with as
much rubber in his neck as that beast.
How you ever got him in harness is
more than l can guess"
when l got him." said the driver,
| "he was that thin you cud play chunes
on his ribs with a stick. AS soon as
l begun to feed him, he got gay. I'm
thnkin' I'll have to starve him to
death to make him any good at all"
What started him kicking just
now?" asked the rough rider.
Sure, he started himself. He took
dislike to go any farther and when
bate him he begun to kick.
| "Oh, I'll show you how to cure that
baking" said the ex-soldier Here, one
of you boys, run up to the corner and
get me an apple Pete will follow an
ample as far as he can see it. After
he got back to Montauk and the horses
were sent up there, l found out his
weakness, and I could make him fol-
low me around by putting an apple in
my pocket. He could scent it a yard
away. COULDN'T you, Peter
Crack! sounded a blow that landed
where the first had struck, for Pete
had essayed another bite.
Have to Keep your eye on him all
the while" said the young man. Hand
the apple over here. Thank you"
He held the fruit up to Pete's view
and walked away. The veteran am
bled after. The driver clambered into
his somewhat fractured cart and the
crowd followed After a few rods had
been traversed, the apple was given to
pete. who actually had the grace to
whinny his thanks. He then logged
away steadily enough, his driver shout-
mo hack at the ex-soldier his gratitude,
mingled with offers to sell the horse for
zen dollars-NeW York Sun.