The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1903-12-25


you were expecting me to buy camel
or yoke of oxen"
"Are-are you sure you know how to
drive horse? she faltered.
what in blazes do you mean by
that?' he shouted as he cracked the
whip and sent the cat bounding out Of
the room.
AS the outfit had been bought and
paid for Mrs. Bowser decided to say
no more for the moment, and the idea
of ride into the country was not un-
pleasant. She was ready in ten min
utes, and as the front door closed ON
her she heard the cat wailing in de-
spnir and made up her mind there
would be n tragedy of some sort be-
fore she returned.
She had not fancied the looks of the
equine from window view, and when
she came to approach him closer she
realized that Mr.. Bowser had been tax
Ell in and done for. The horse was not
only poor in flesh and shaky on his
legs, but he looked tricky and vicious.
AS Mr.. Bowser united the hitchinS
strap his new purchase bit at him in
vengeful way and switched his tail
about.
''Did you select him for his playful.
ness?" queried Mrs Bowser rs she no.
ticed the action.
Eyes, partly" replied Mr.. Bowser,
whose first impulse was to use the
Whip. THAT is, didn't want n stone
or a wooden horse. That playful spirit
is always a good sign in horse, same
as in 4 human being. Now we are off
for delightful spin, and you can lay
back and enjoy yourself. BY George,
but this beats riding in a palace car
all to pieces! Isn't that Il splendid gait
he's got: Starts right off us if he had
twenty pounds Of steam on"
Mrs. Bowser didn't lay back and en-.
herself. On the contrary, she sat
|. up and watched the horse closely.
There was slight limp in one hind
leg, he pulled TO the right as if blind
In the left eye, there was constant
click as he ovcrrcachCd and struck n
front shoe. Added to these things. his
ears We're laid back close TO his head
and held there, and now and then his
teeth grated OIL the bit.
She also saw that Mr.. Bowser held
seemed anxious to use the whip. She
refraincd from saying anything. how
ever, until the buggy had been drawn
over n sand pile OH one side Of the
street and a heap of brickbats ON the
other, and then she gently remarked:
"1f you intend TO bump into any Of
the shade trees along the street, please
give me few seconds notice"
"What do you man by that?" de-
mandcd Mr.. Bowser. 81 thought it was
about time you got off some mean re-
mark. The horse is going all right,
and I'm doing all right, and'-
And the horse suddenly stcered out
Of his course to Craze the hind wheel
of q peddler's wagon and almost cause
smashup.
Mr.. Bowscr wasn't going to make
| any excuse at all ut first, but on second
thought he concluded to say that ii was
all the pcddler's fault and that there
ought to be Il law 10 prevent cross
eyed man from driving anything but
rhinoccros on the public highway.
Mrs. Bowser would have consented
to go without hats or shoes for the
next year if she could have been safely
transported back home but her only
resource was to hang OH and depend
upon Providence.
Mr.. Bowscr had driven two blocks
farther when the horse bore to the
right and took the wheel Off banana
push cart and then sauntercd across
the street and rubbed tho nose of
groccr's horse and got the Groccr's boy
so excited that he INDUCED in yclls and
shouts.
"Are you going to get us both kiilcd?'
exclaimed Mrs. Bowscr as she got her
hat Strengthened again.
There you go!' replied Mr.. Bowscr
as lie narrowly missed running down
an old woman. "Do you want the
| horse to walk? Shall | tie him to
| post? | never held the ribbons over
! better gocr. and yet you are finding
| fault about everything"
| lies either unsafe or else you don't
| know how TO drive"
That's it, that's it! by john but
why was I fool enough to bring you
along? That horse vicious? Hes like
q lamb, and rs far as my driving is
| conccrncG'-
He was holding the rcins loosely in
his left hand and tlourishing the whip
| I'm his right. and all of Il sudden the
horse swervcd and crossed the street
and ran up on the Sidewalk ana stop
ped with his head almost at the doors
of n drug store.
did you think of having pre-.
scription fillcd?"' asked Mrs Bowser
| a eclIn hnp Irn1th
herself still in the buggy.