Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1906-08-30

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tanks were like the surface of well
upholstered sofa. His coat of motley
told its own story of daily rubbings
and good feeding. The white was daz-
zlingly white, and the carrot red
patches glowed like the inside of
well FURNISHED copper kettle. So shiny
was he that you could see reflected on
his sides the black, gold spangled tights
and fluffy black skirts worn by Mile.
Zaretti, who poised on his back as
lightly as if she had been an ostrich
plume dropped on a snow bank and
who smilingly kissed her finger tips
to the craning necked tiers of spec
tators with charming indiscrimination
and admirable impartiality.
You may imagine that this picture
was not without its effect. Never did
it fail to draw forth a mighty volume
of .1Ohs!'' and "Ah-h-h-hsl'' especially
at the afternoon performances, when
the youngsters were out in force. And
how Calico did relish this hum of adj
miration! Perhaps Mile. Zaretti thought
some of it was meant for her. No such
idea had Calico.
You could see this by the way in
which he tossed his head and paved
haughtily as he waited for the band to
strike up his music. Oh, yes, his music.
You must know that by this time the
horse that had once pulled the stone
boat on Uncle Enoch's farm and had
later learned the hard lesson of obedi-
ence under Broncho Bills lash had now
become an equine parsonage. He had
his grooms and his box stall. He had
whims which must be humored. One
Of these had to do with the music
which played him through his act He
had discovered that the Blue Danube
waltz was exactly to his liking, and to
no other tune would he consent to do
his best. Sulking was one Of his new
accomplishments.
AS for Mile. Zaretti, she affected no
such frills, but she was ever ready to
defend those of her horse. A hard
working, frugal, ambitious young per
son was Mile. Zaretti, whose few ex-
travagancies were mostly on Calico's
account For him she demanded the
Blue Danube waltz in the face of the
bandmaster's grumblings.
When the grandest aggregation final
IL took the road the satisfaction of Cal
leo was complete. He was under cam
vas once more. No band wagon work
wearied his nights. He even enjoyed
the street parade In the evening when
his act was over he left the tents glow
ing huge and brilliant against the
night and logged quietly off to bis
padded car stall, where were to be
had a full two hours rest before No. 2
train pulled out.
In the gray of the morning he would
wake to contentedly look out through
his grated window at the flying land
scape, remembering with a sigh OF
satisfaction that no longer was he
routed out at cockcrow to be driven
afeld. Later he could see the curious
crowds in the railroad yards as the
long lines of ears were shunted back
and forth As he lazily munched his
breakfast oats he watched the draft
horses patiently drag the huge chari-
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show lor, where be was not due for
hours.
A life Of mild exertion, enjoyable ex-
element, changing scenes and consid-
crate treatment was his No wonder
the fat stuck to Calico's ribs. No
wonder bis eyes beamed contentment-
Such are the sweets of high achieves
ment.
1t was to sell early July peas that
Uncle Enoch again took the Bangor
road one day about three years after
his memorable meeting with the Grand
Occidental. On his way across the
city to Norumbega market he found
bis way blocked by line Of waiting
people. From an urchin tossed hand