The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-11-19
MY OATH TO A CAB HORSE.
BY Madge Davis.


One cold winters morning I stood on
the edge of the curbstone in front of one
of Boston's department stores, waiting pa
tiently for a car to come along for the
Union station. Just in front of me stood
a hack with a big gray horse hitched to it.
Now it is nothing unusual TO see a horse
standing by a curbstone, and I simply
glanced at the horse, and the thought came
to me: IT wonder if he is cold"
have read about electric waves carry
ing thoughts from one brain to another,
or something of that kind. 1 think the
old horse must have felt a slight shock
via his backbone. am sure I saw him
SILVER He threw his head from side to
side and then looked up in my face and
deliberately winked at me,
well" thought l. this is a funny
thing for horse to do; guess he has some
thing in his eye" l was quite interested
and wondered if it hurt him as it would
me, when 10! saw another ripple crawl
up his back, and when 1t got 10 where his
brain is heated he threw his head to one
side and winked again. L was astonished.
The horse was evidently trying to firt
with me.
you old white-haired rascal" I said,
under my breath, you do that again and
I'll call policeman How dare you stand
and wink at a defenseless woman in that
fashion,"
Another ripple climbed slowly up his
spinal column, and he actually smiled,
while he slowly shut and opened his right
eye twice. 1t was the funniest thing I
ever saw. l forgot all about the police
man, and just threw back my head and
laughed.
Just then I heard a gruf whisper right
near my elbow. Say" 1t said, you
wouldn't tell a policeman on a poor old
chap, would your
1 turned around to see who it was. There
was no one in sight 1 was beginning TO
get scared Mercy sakes! ] must be crazy,
1 thought / surely heard some one speak.
That's what you did," said the voice
again and this time 1 could see that it
came from the horse.
Wen, if that horse hasn't swallowed a
graphophone or may be he has eaten the
driver; he surely has got something inside
him that talks" l said to myse f.
"Ain't swallowed nothing but saw-dust
for two days., 'growled the horse
ooh. you poor thing" 1 said, you must
be hungry at the same time offering him
my bag of chocolates, IN my excitement.
mo. thank you" chucked the horse,
candy gives me the toothache. Say" con-
L4luNu Liz AApASSl YOU tue III 81 DCfSOtl
that 1 ever met that had horse sense"
THANK you" said l. hardly knowing
whether to feel flatteIed or not.
Yes" said the horse, you are the only
person I have ever met whose brain l
could communicate with. l have been
looking for such a person for years
l looked at his back and il was a sea of
wrinkles and ripples chasing each other
up and down like the waves On the rolling
| deep.
Say would you mind telling me what
those things are crawling up your back?''
Sure" replied my conversational equine
those are thoughts on the may 10 my
brain--a telephone message as It were
coming from your brain; my tail is the
switch" and he laughed hoarse horse
| laugh.
Trying to be funny in your old age. :
| said !.
"Wen, If couldn't be funnier than some
/ folks are, I'd go eat myself" he retorted
and, continuing, said: "Now there is thai
fool of a driver; some day III fix him. Just
wait till l set my left hind foot in The
right position. III make Spaniard out OF