The Marshall republican., 1911-07-06

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was so sick that I didn't know moth
Ing about the. transaction. Aud when
I WIS up again and found out about
It. why. Uncle Willie Ind died. aud you
wouldn't se.' che horse to me"
"I,ight eEo.gh. Why should ! sell
crittcr I wanted for spare work.
You've acted turnufion foolish over
that critter for fifteen year. and you
might as well spit 1t ont 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 sbeT'
"She Is not" said jacob seriously.
but I always liked Daisy, and when
she was a colt Uncle Willie promised
II he ever sold her to anybody he'd
give me first chance on her. waited
twelve years for her. and when I was
sick he"-
II expect he thought you wasn't go
ing to get any better" remarked Lo-
renzo well. it's all done and gone.
jacob. and the mare IL mine. IL you
wanter pay ffty for her. why
"FiftyT' beloved Jacob nngrily.
slipping over into his own yard. II
guess you've go mixed In your mind
between. horseHesh thirty years old
and cold storage beef" And he dis
appeared In the darkening twilight to
sputter his wrath TO the patient ears
Of Lizzie.
The next morning at 10 o'clock he
faced q triumphant Lorenzo across
the barnyard fence. well. you're too
late now. ever II you've u mind to give
6fty." remarked Mr. Nettle.
"what do you meant You amt new
er sold Daisy r. challenged Jacob.
That's e."
"who TOT" nsked Jncob owiishly.
The minister over TO Elmville. He
saw her yesterday. and he sent word
by Dan last night he'd take her He's
giving ffty for her. Seems TO know
wbnt hes about too"
Seems TO me n ! was going 10 sting
n minister on n horse deal ] wouldn't
take 20 murb from him" declared ia
cob. crimson with nngcr and con-
tempt.
Lorenzo flushed. YOU'RE mad be-
cause o apt got the price to buy
her yourself"
II am mnd because you won't sell
for whit she Is worth. The least you
can do 20 make things right for that
minister. Lorenzo Nettle. In TO Ok that
horse ~ ~ she'll look respectable for
q minister To- drive behind"
"whai would o doy" demanded
LORENZO. opening the stable door ana
leading forth the object OF discussion.
Jacob surveyed his lost opportunity
with tender eyes. I'D begin by giving
her II good scrubbing with warm wa
ter and yniler soap and rinse her good
M she wns white rs when Uncle
| Willie used to drive her. Then I'd
soak her mnpe In warm winter and
comb out nil the burs md tnngles till
Il was white md aufYy. and I'd braid
a blue ribbon In her forelock. I'd rub
her down tll she shined like satin.
and I'd cut her fetlocks and trim her
hoofs and oil 'em. and I'd have her
new shod. and then I'D rub her down
good with linlment TO take some OF
| the kink outer her muscles. With her
tail waving like n white plume she'd
look like one Of them old battle
chargers. ehf"
by NIL your talk ! reckon she would.
s'pose ! might IA well do II. though"
| agreed Lorenzo IA a SOP to his rnther
burdened conscience.
Late that afternoon a rejuvennted
Daisy. as white M the simple nower
for which she was named. was turned
into the daisy grown meadow to caper
awkwardiy about on her singulariy
trim feet. Tho blue ribbon dangled
above her astonished good eye and
gave her a decidedly rukish appear
ance, but with her knees hidden In the
| clover and daisies she looked very
handsome Us she moved slowly TO aud
fro. pipping dalntily with her worn
teeth aud soft white nose Jacob
Keene stood afar and looked on her
snow white form with tears IA his
| eyes and was not ashamed. To him
! she was the one horse he had always
desired. and now she would never no
his.
That night at II o'clock he was called
forth by the excited hired man TO Lo-
emo Nettle's barnyard. "What's the
hattery" he demanded anxiously.
'she's dead" snapped Lorenzo.
THAT horse IL dead That comes of
washing her and
''i've done that lots OF times. Mt.
Nettle," protested his hired a "only
guess you let her outdoors too soon"
"And she hasn't been paid for" went
on Lorenzo bitterly, Il expect ! u
sell her to the soap factory for nve"-
I'll give you seventeen" said Jacob
quickly.
swell. of all the-Til take II. cash
now" said Lorenzo. and there fol-
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