New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-01-04

II wish ] had my good white horse again, and
as Diggory said IL ali the apples but one tumbled
of his shirt the ground and he heard soIt
s1eiehings and stampings and stampings and nus
filings and and rustlings all round him IN the DARK
and when the moon rose he saw that he had had
mis- wish-he had his good white horse back AGAIN
Out as he dropped eight apples he had ms gooo
white horse back eight times. and, as eight times
is eight, he had now eight good "h2te horses'
all called Invicta-
Well. eight horses are better than nothing! he
said and when he had tethered the horses he
went to sleep for lie felt strangely feeble and tired
In the morning he woke with pains In every Ilfno-
He thought il was cold from the wettins In the
ford but it was really rheumatism And he could
not get rio He tied seven horses together and
led them, riding the eighth.
Eight horses are a pretty good fortune for q
woodcutter's son. he said TO himself; land any
way I'm too tired TO go looking for any better one
So he rode home
He knew the roads well enough, and yet they
seemed different They were much better roads to
ride over. for one thing and the hedges and trees
were odd. somehow. And the big wood near his
fathers house seemed very small as he looked
down on it from the hill. But when he got TO the
village he thought he must have gone mad, for in
The day and TWO nights and day that he had
been away the village had grown big and ugly and
yellow bricky-and there were eight shops and six
public houses besides the Bill and Billet. and many
more people than there used TO be- all in ugly. IN
fidy clothes and Round Mound windmill was gone
The people came crowding round him.
what's become of the MILF" he asked trembling
sli
The boys and girls and men and women stared.
and very old man stepped out Of the crowd.
1T were pulled down." he said. when L were a
boy
sand the woodcutters cottage?
,sThat were burned down matter Of fifty year
sso-vas YOU a native of these parts. old MANI"
There was a large plate glass shop window just
,nnosite the crowd that surrounded Diggory-
dark blind was pulled down inside because II was
"Wednesday and early closing day: this made q
fine mirror and Diggory happened to look in 1t.
and there he saw himself. old, white haired
mar On q white horse. he had white beard. too,
but II was quite short because it had only had
eince bedtime last night to grow in
re almost tu.nbled off rs horse. The landlord
s,f the Ship led him in to sit by the IRE IN the
bar parlor and the eight horses put up in the
stable.
The old man who had told him about the mill
came and sat by him. and poor old Diggory asked
questions Till grew tired of hearing the answer,
shich Yves always the same. Dead. dead. deadT
Then he sat silent. and the people in the bar
4siksd about his horses. and a young man said;
Il wish Ia got e'er a one em, I'd do tidy
bit IN fish an set up for myself-so would
Young man." said Diggory. you may take
spae Of them; its name is Invicta
The young could hardly believe his fortunate
es-e D.ggory felt his heart warm to think that
he had made some one else happy He felt actu-
ally younger. And next morning he made up his
mind 70 give away all the horses but one That
pns he would SELL and it's price would keep him