Omaha daily bee., 1902-08-31

she continued in lament. Its contrary to
the law of the church, John. It seems Just
like a visitation of Divine wrath the way
things happen. And you're so sanguine,
John; last year you we're going to win a big
race with Diablo, when he threw his leg"
Threw a splint, MOTHER prompted Allis.
'I thought your father said 1t was his leg
had something the matter with It," argued
Mrs. Porter.
THE splint was on his leg, mother dear"
well, I'm not familiar with race phrases,
/ must say, though l should be, goodness
knows-I hear little else. And talk Of cru
city to animals she turned to Mr.. Dolman;
they burned the poor beasts leg with hot
irons"
The minister held up his hands in horror.
at didn't give him as much pain as the
doctor gave Mr.. Mortimer In setting his
arm" declared Allis.
But 1t was racing injured the horses
leg" interposed Dolman.
"But your horse has got a ringbone, Mr..
Dolman," said Allis, land a spawn, too
I've been looking at him. That's because
you drive him too fast on hard roads. And
his feet are contracted from neglect in
shoeing. It's Just cruel the way that poor
horse has been neglected. Race horses are
much better taken care Of"
Allis' sudden onslaught switched Mr..
Dolman from the aggressive to the de-
fensive with celebrity.
81 confess l know very little about
horses he was forced to apologize; then.
with something OF asperity. "the spiritual
welfare of my congregation takes up my
entire time"
This rebuke caused a momentary silence
and Dolman, turning to Mortimer. said:
Il HM a. -
Mortimer didn't, but a look from Allis'
eyes inexplicably enough caused him to
hedge very considerably In his reply.
II know nothing about the race course 50
he said. "but from what l see OF the thor
oughbreds I believe a man would have to
be OF very low order II their noble natures
did not appeal to him. I think that cour-
age. and honesty, and gentleness-they all
seem to have it-must always have a good
influence. Why, SIR" he continued, with
a touch Of excitement, II think a mar
would be ashamed to feel that he was MAX
ing himself lower than the horses he had
to do with"
AIlis looked grateful. Even Porter turned
half about in his chair and gazed with q
touch of wonderment at the battered youns
man who had substituted common sense
for sophistical reasoning.
The reverend gentleman frowned. 'It'i
not the horses at ALL" he said, 'it's the
men who are d%isreputable."
Mrs. Porter gave a little warning cough
In his zealousness Mr.. Dolman might angel
her husband; then his logic would avail
little.
9TH men are like the horses" com
mented Porter; ''some bad and some good
They average about the same as they dc
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course, when you get a bad one he stands
out, and everybody sees him"
IAN sometimes horses-and men. too.
suppose-get a bad name when they DOM
deserve IT," added Allis. Everybody says
LAuzanne is bad, but I know he's not"
That was a case OF this dreadful dis
honesty" said Mrs. Porter. speaking
hastily. She turned in an explanatory way
TO Crane. you know, Mr.. Crane. 1asi
summer a rascally man sold my husband
crooked horse-Now, John, what are yot
laughing at?' for her husband was shaking
In his chair.
II was wondering what a crooked hors,
would look like" he answered, and there
we're sobs in his voice.
why, John. when you brought him nom,
you said he was crooked"
AS usual Allis Strengthened matters out.
1T was the man who was crooked. hotheI
means L~auzanne." she continued.
Yes" proceeded the good woman. "a Mr.
Lansdon. l remember now. treated my hus
5 band most shAmefully over this horse"
Crane WINGED. He would have preferre,
b thumbscrews just then.
{ John is honest himself" went on Mrs
. Porter. and he believes other men; an
E this horse had ZONE drug given him to max
. him look nice. so that my husband woul
: buy him"