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Jacob scornfully. "As l remember IL,
Lorenzo Nettle. the summer my Uncle
Willie sold you Daisy was the time
when l had the typhoid fever, and l
was so sick that l didn't know moth
ing about the transaction. And when
l was up again and found out about |
it, why, Uncle Willie had died, and you
wouldn't sell the horse to me-"
Right enough! Why should l sell |
it to you. Jacob? She was just the |
critter l wanted for spare work. |
You've acted tarnation foolish over |
that critter for fifteen year. and you |
might as well spit it out now and tell |
me why you want that particular boss
and no other. You amt got stable
room for her with your two. and she
amt what you'd call fancy looking
now, is she?'
"She- is not" said Jacob seriously,
but | always liked Daisy, and when
she was a colt Uncle Willie promised
if he ever sold her to anybody he'd
| give me first chance on her l waited
twelve years for her. and when was
sick he"-
Il expect he thought you wasn't 60
ing to get any better" remarked Lo-
renzo. well, it's all done and gone,
Jacob. and the mare is mine. If you
wanter pay fifty for her, Why
Fifty beloved Jacob angrily,
slipping over into his own yard. 81
guess you've got mixed in your mind
between horseflesh thirty years old
and cold storage beef" And he dis
appeared in the darkening twilight to
putter his wrath to the patient ears
OF Lizzie.
The next morning at 10 o'clock he
faced a triumphant Lorenzo across
the barnyard fence. ''Well, you're too
late now, even if you've mind to give
fifty" remarked Mr.. Nettle.
"What do you mean? You amt nev-
er sold Daisy?" challenged Jacob.
That's it."
"Who to? asked Jacob owlishly.
"The minister over to Elmville. He
saw her yesterday, and be sent word
| Dy Odu ldol III ue u tdhG nCL- A1C .
giving fifty for her. Seems to know
what he's about too"
Seems to me If 1 was going to sting
a minister on a horse deal l wouldn't
take so much from him." declared ia
: cob. crimson with anger and con-
tempt.
Lorenzo flushed. You're mad be-
cause you amt got the price to buy
! her yourself"
81 am mad because you won't sell
for what she is worth. The least you
can do to make things right for that
. minister, Lorenzo Nettle, is to fix that
horse up so she'll look respectable fol
a minister to drive behind"
''What would you do?" demanded
Lorenzo, opening the stable door an(
leading forth the object of discussion.
. Jacob surveyed his lost opportunit.
u with tender eyes. I'D begin by givin;
her a good scrubbing with warm wa
ter and yaller soap and rinse her goo'
till she was white as when Uncl
Willie used to drive her. Then II
= soak her name in warm water an
|, comb out all the burs and tangles til
it was white and fluffy. and I'd brai
a blue ribbon in her forelock. I'd ru
her down till she shined like satiT
and I'd cut her fetlocks and trim he
y hoofs and oil 'em, and I'd have he
new shod, and then I'd rub her dow
. good with liniment to take some o
= the kink outer her muscles. With he
tail waving like a white plume She
look like one of them old battl
chargers, ehT
% by all your talk reckon she would
s'pose l might as well do it, though,
agreed Lorenzo as a sop to his rathe
= burdened conscience.
Late that afternoon a rejuvenate
70 Daisy, as white as the simple fowe
- for which she was named, was turne
% into the daisy grown meadow to cape
= awkwardly about on her singularl
- trim feet. The blue ribbon dangle
"A above her astonished good eye an
- gave her a decidedly rakish appeal
"a ance, but with her knees hidden In th
- clover and daisies she looked yer
handsome as she moved slowly to an
~ fro, nipping daintily with her wor
~ teeth and soft white nose. Jaco
"a Keene stood afar and looked on h'
~ snow white form with tears in b
h eyes and was not ashamed. To hi
she was the one horse he had alway
r desired, and now she would never
- his.
ut That night at IL o'clock he was calle
forth by the excited hired man to L
renzo Nettle's barnyard. whats Il
- matter?" he demanded anxiously.
" "She's dead" snapped Lorenz
"That horse is dead. That comes
washing her and
>. "I've done that lots of times, NJ
- Nettle," protested his hired man. ION
ou 1 guess you let her outdoors too soon