The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1902-06-21
The Locoed Horse.

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Bert stood with cigarette in his
hand, looking at the "hired ,nn5Ns
who was sitting on box in the barn
door
Chiefly" he said, Il want the
same A-se L had last year-Babe
wasn't it?''
Yes said Chiefly, Il should think
you would; she admires you"
Now Chiefly, whose size and dispo-
sItlon inclined him to be moderate in
his motions, was gifted with eyes
which saw everything. laCge and small
| within the range of his vision. He had
been the chief manager of the stock
on the Colorado ranch belonging tC
Bert's father ever since Bert could re
member; and Bert had learned tina!
Chetty's odd remarks had bidder
meanings which it was well for hin
to find out cautiously if he did not
wish to be caught in some practica
joke.
It's natural, Chiefly he replied. 81
admire her. In my Whole freshman
year at college-a year wherein
gained great wisdom, Chetty-I saw
no finer animal than Babe. Has Babe
acquired as much wisdom as 1, Chef
ty, during the past year," and Bert
replaced his cigarette in his mouth
and beamed on Chiefly with mis-
chievous eyes. Chiefly watched Bert
With an inscrutable smile.
Il believe" he said, that she's
about even with you-maybe little
ahead
Chiefly arose slowly and called one of
the cattle boys who was riding by.
Dick he said, bring up Babe, will
you?"
Dick stopped short. "Babe?" he
asked.
Yes said Chiefly, shortly, deliber-
ately seating himself with his back to
the boy
It was not long before handsome
bay mare stood in the door. Bert had
gone in to put on his riding boots. He
came out quicker than was his habit,
for he thought he heard a wild clatteT
of hoofs. Chiefly was sitting in the
box, however, and Babe was standing,
saddled with her head down. Now,
Bert had lived on ranch every sum-
mer of his life, and could ride a buck
ing horse, though he did not know
much about the care of stock
will she buck?" he asked, as he
prepared to mount
She won't mean to, young man; but
her nerves are not so steady as they
We're last year. Be careful"
Bert sprang into the saddle. With a
nervous culver, Babe rose on her hind
feet. straight into the air and fell over
backwards. Bert sprang off as she
rose and stood looking at the horse in
establishment.
Whats the matter?" he asked, as
the shaking horse scrambled to her
feet.
Chiefly did not answer, and Bert
mounted again. This time he was able
to get the horse into the road. Babe
went but little distance, however, be-
fore Bert turned and rode back to the
barn, the horse staggering from side
to side.
Chiefly" he said. shes crazy.
What's got into herr"
Chiefly, who had risen while Bert was
mounting, now sat down and spoke
slowly, with his eyes on the horse:
Its just as I said, young man. You
see, a horse hasn't as long to live as a
man, so she's hurried her education a
little. She seemed 10 know it when
you had to begin to smoke last fall to
keep awake for your studying, you re-
member. Feed got low in the pasture,
and she took to gnawing weed-seeing
Slle COuiUn II. one 5OI lnlO tue
loco-week. and got down to the roots.
1t made her feel rather good and she
hunted for some more. 1t works on
her nerves, like that stuff on yours, y
pointing to the cigarette. when we
took her up in the fall, I saw she was
some locoed, and reasoned with her.
She said / needn't worry-fact was,
she could stop any time, and just did it
for a little fun. But the amount of it
was her nerves were, about gone then,
and when we PUT her out in the spring
she got some more, and now she can I
get along without it.
Chiefly had been removing the saddle
and bride as he spoke, and now he
led her to the pasture back of the ranch
house. Then he let go of her head.
Go up to her he said to the boy.
Bert slowly walked toward the poor
animal. She seemed to listen as he
came up to her Her ears were pointed
toward him, but when he stood before
her. and, looking into her CLASSY eyes,
said, Poor Babel she gave one wild
snort and ran from him like a wild
horse
she can't see much" explained
Chiefly. ITS affected the nerves of
her eyes"
Bert sat on the box by Chiefly. $50
that's a 1ocoed horse, he said, slow
.ly. Poor Babe! Is she good for any
thing?'
Not one thing" said Chiefly.
AS Bert got up and walked into the
house, he threw away his cigarette.
Sunday School Times.
The Kind of Boy the World Wants
Boys are always in demand be-
cause they are the material out of
which men are made, and as first
class material is always at a pre-
MUM in every line of trade, so the
boys who give promise of making
first class men are most eagerly
sought after.
The boy the world wants tcAay is
the one who can be trusted to handle
money without any of it sticking TO
his fingers or finding its way into his
pockets. He viii take as much in
terest in the affairs of his employer
as if they were his own, and will stag
fifteen minutes without being asked,
to finished a piece of work after the
whistle blows and the rest of the men
have quit work. He will be able to
write a business letter and spell the
words correctly, and TO add up col
umn of figures promptly and accur-
ately. He will lift his cap as readily
to his sister as he would were she the
sister of some other boy; and he will
not be ashamed to walk to church with
his mother, show her into her own
pew and sit beside her during the SER
vice. He viii be careful in making a
promise; and just as careful about
Keeping 1t. He will have sufficient
moral backbone to say No to those
who would lead him astray, and he will
have enough courage to own that he
is striving to make a man of him.
self
This is the kind of boy SO many are
on the lookout for.