The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1903-04-07
TRINKET'8 COLT.
Bv E. oE soMERvILLE AND MARTIH ROSS.
Copyright, 1902, by Mcclure,

the afternoon. and when / left the bench
my head was singing from the b4llo"lhsa
Of the attorneys, and the smell or lhflF
clients was heavy upon my palate.
The streets still testified TO the TACT
that it was market day. and } eVadtd
with difficulty the sinuous course Of Cart
full OF sodden people, and steered an
equally devious one for myself among
the groups anchored round the doors oil
nublic houses. chetaWn possesses, among
its legion Of public houses, one establish
ment which timorously. and almost IN
perceptibly, ~proffers tea to the THIRSTY.
turned in there, as was my custom on
court days, and found the little dihsg
den, known as the Ladies Coffee-hoof''
in the occupancy OF my friend floFeH'~
Mccarthy Knox, who was drlnklng SiFe.ts
tea and eating buns with serious s!fnHil-
city. II was a first and quite uneEpect Hd
glimpse of that domesticity that has no"
become a marked feature in his charac-
ter
You're the very man ! wanted TO soc
| said as l sat down beside hlIn ~ the
oilcloth-covered table. "A man / hho"
in England, who is not much of a judge
of character, has asked me TO buy hllh
q four-year-old down here, and as
SDOUlU IdlIltI Dt 9bA ~ " +>|
a dealer, | wish you'd take over the job.
FURRY poured himself out another cup
of tea, and dropped three humps OF sd
gar into it in silence.
Finally he said, There isn't a four
year-old in this country that ID De seen
dead with at a pig fair"
This was discouraging, from the pre-
mier authority on hoTseflesh in the DIS
trict.
But it isn't six weeks since you told
me you had the finest filly in your stables
that was ever foaled in the County OF
Cork" | protested; what's wrong with
her?"
"Oh, is it that filly " said Mr.. Knox
with a lenient smile. She's gone these
three weeks from me. | snapped he"
and sc for a three-year-old lronmonSsr
colt, and and after that l swapped the
colt and SO for that Bandon horse l
rrde last week at your place, and after
that again | sold the Bandon horse for
G7J to old Welby, and | had to give him
back a couple of sovereigns luck money.
You see, | did pretty we'll with the fliy
after all"
Yes, yes-oh, rather l assented, as
one dizzily accepts the proposition of d
bimetallist. "And you don't know of
anything else-?'
The room in which we were seated
was closely screened from the shop by
a door with a nuslin-curtained window
in it. Several of the panes were broken,
and at this juncture two voices that had
for some time carried on q discussion
forced themselves upon cur attention.
Begging your pardon for contradict:ng
you, ma'am,' said the voice of Mrs.
Mcdonald, proprietress of the teashop
and a leading light in SkebaWn Dissenting
circles, shriIly tremulous with indigna-
ton; IF the servants | recommend you
won't stop with you it's no fault of mine.
If respectable young girls are set pick
ing grass out of your gravel in place oi
their proper work, certainly they viii
give warning.'
The voice that replied struck me as be-
ing a notable one, we'll bred and imperi-
Gus.
when I take a barefooted slut out o
a cabin I don't expect her to dictate tc
me what her duties are
FURRY jerked up his chin in a noiseless
laugh. It's my grandmother" he wills
pered. Il bet you Mrs. Macdonald don
get much change out of her"
IF I set her to clean the pigsty
expect her to obey me-" continued tn;
voice in accents that would have mad,
me clean forty pigstys had she desi"
me to do so.
every we'll. ma'am," retorted Ms. Me
Donald: if that's the way you treat you
servants you needn't come here again
looking for them. / consider your con
duct is neither that of a lady nor
Christian.
Don't you, indeed?" replied FURRY
grandmother. 'Well your opinion doesn'
greatly distress me, for, to tell you tn
truth, l don't think you're much of
judge
Didn't l tell you she'd scorer" muir
INJURED FURRY, who was by this time ap
plying his eye to a hole in the musli
curtain. She's off" he went on, return
ing to his tea. 'She's a great character
She's SO if she's a day, and she's a
sound on her legs as a three-year-old
Did you see that old syandryden OF her
in the street a while ago, and a fello1
on the box with a red beard on him Xix
Robinson Crusoe That old mare tina
was on the near side-Trinket her nam
isis mighty near clean bred. I ca
tell you her foals are worth a bit O
money"
had heard of old Mrs. Knox of Aus
solas; indeed, | had seldom dined out i
the nelgnDOrhOOd without hearing som
new story of her and her remarkabl
menage, but it had not yet been IN
privilege to meet her.
well, noW," went on FURRY in hi
slow voice, I'll tell you a thing that
just come into my head. My grandmotl
promised me q foal Of Trinket's the da
/ was one and twenty, and that's fir
years ago, and deuce a one I've got froi
her yet. You never were at Aussolas
No; you were not. Well, | tell yo
the place there is like a circus Wit
horses. She has a couple of score of theI
running wild in the woods, like deer"
ooh, come" l said, I'm a bit of
liar myself"
well, she has q dozen of them, any
how, rafting good colts. too, some {
them, but they might as we'll be donkey:
for all the good they are to ME or On
one. It's not once in three years sr
sells one, and there she has them walkin
after her for bits sugar, like a lot of ditf
lapdogs," ended FURRY with disgust.
"Well, what's your plan? Do you war
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