The Washington herald., 1907-05-28
A HORSE ON HENSEN
Drayman Moore Fails as an
Animal Trader.
MARIA HELPS UNFOLD TALE
Sad Blow to Fond Hopes Follows
Discovery That the Successor to
the Late Lamented Whitley Is Not
Strong Enough to Follow the Yard
Cleaning Business-FBIIs on Boy.

The desk sergeant at Central doZed
TRANQUILITY last evening over the editorial
page Of the New York Scream. The bis
clock licked ils way past the hour Of nine.
the only sound save the heavy breathing
Of the man at the desk and a low rum
bling wheeze from the inner room whore
the reserve squad was trying 20 while
away the weary hours Of their trick Of
duty and incidentally get their much
needed beauty sleep.
The swinging door leading from the
hallway opened slowly and round.
woolly. gray head poked through the
aperture.
rs de boss in desc whaherbouts?" asked
the visitor.
The desk sergeants head snapped back
ward and he blinked weariIy at his IN
quisitor.
Il guess YOU want to sec me" he said.
Come in
The door was pushed open wide enough
to allow the passage Of the wizenod.
shabby. little figure that accompanied
the head The visitor bowed to the desl,
sergeant, still holding the door open as
though for the entrance Of a second per-
son.
mo oh US IS c0min'." he explained to
the police dignitary. a p0nderous step
was heard in the corridor and there en-
tered the poruy figure Of a dignlfed color
ed lady most bountfully endowed with
embonpoint
Sergeant Displays Wit.
sergeant by way Of repartee. Now thar
you are all here leave US hearken 20 your
tale Of woe"
The little colored man took part Of a
chair and his accompanying multitude
took the remaining three.
Ter begin Wild" began the complain
ant, clearing his throat. "Ah occupies de
perfession OBJ yard cleaner. Dey is times
wen All makes er 'stantial profit an dey
is mo- times wen All hes ter place NAH
reliability erpun Maria Magnolia Moore.
de lady on NAH lef'. nah wife befOh de
Lord and nah brevren. She washes cherry
day, vile Ah'm drivln' nah wagon bout
de town Cleanin de white peoples yards.
"Somewheres long bout eight year ergo
An bote mahsef er H'l white horse an
er 'spress wagon an 'gotiates foh de yard
work ermong de bes' white people ob de
city. Dat horse done his bes' foh me. an
An done glib him de bes' kin oh care.
He were nigh de grave wen All bote him.
but he las me till sumpin like er month
ergo. He were all right in de ebenin', but
de mex morning dey wuz nothin' in de
stable but er poh ole Tu daid white
horse.
"He jus wuk' hssef out" explained
Maria, amiably
TOO bad" sympathized the desk SER
geant.
Last of Poor Whitley.
"Yasser." continued Mr.. Moore. Tt
sho' wuz er hard blow ter de yard-cleanfn'
business. Wen All foun poh ole Whitley
er layin' dald in his STALL wlv his laigs
stretch out an stiff. an his eyes all
milky like, An jes' set mahsef down on
him an cried. Den All sole him ter de
daid horse people fer nah Irn ole dollar
an went lookin' foh ernother horse"
Now we are coming to the answer to
the question I meant to ask you. What
are you around here for?' said the desk
sergeant
''Yasser. All begins ter look 'roun' fer
er horse dat could take Whitey's place.
He were er wise horse an knew de mos
erbout de yard cleanin' business OBJ anv
horse An ever seen. All went mos cherry
place loOkin fer er predecessor. but dev
wuz always sumpin de matter wiz de
anmules dat All investigated
Come de day wen All thote All he'd de
right horse. All foun him down ter
Mister Wilson'S horse empor' um. All WIZ
lookin' 'roun de stalls wen All comes
erpun er animule dat jus done take nah
mind. He were er I'LL bony bay, wiv nn'v
one eye an de heaves. Come ter look
him ober an All foun de symptoms oh
mos all de ailments wiv which r am DOS
sible terbestow er horse. But de look in his
eye remin' me so strong ob Whitley. an he