The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1911-06-16

wouldn't sell the horse to me"
Right enough! Why should l sell
1t to you, Jacobf She was just the
critter 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 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 was
sick he
81 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
"Fiftyr beloved Jacob angrily.
slipping over into his own yard. II
guess you've got mixed in your mind
between horsedesh 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 a triumphant Lorenzo across
the barnyard fence. "Well. you're too
late now, even IL you've mind to give
fifty" remarked Mr.. Nettle.
what do you mean7 You amt new
err sold Daisyp challenged Jacob.
"That's It."
"Who tor" asked Jacob owlishly.
"The minister over to Elmville. He
saw her yesterday, and he sent word
by Dan last night he'd take her. He's
giving fifty for her. Seems to know
what he's about too"
Seems to me II I was going to sting
minister on horse deal 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"
~ 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 for
a minister to drive behind"
what would you do?" 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 good scrubbing with warm wa
ter and yaller soap and rinse her good
till she was white rs when Uncle
Willie used to drive her. Then I'd
soak her name In warm water ana
comb out all the burs and tangles till
IL was white and fluffy, and I'd braid
blue ribbon In her forelock. I'd rub
her down till 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 lIniment to take some or
the kink outer her muscles. With her
tail waving like white plume she'd
look like one of them old battle
chargers. ehf'
"By all your talk reckon she would.
| / s'pose might as well do 1t, though"
| agreed Lorenzo as sop 10 his rather
| burdened conscience.
Late that afternoon rejuvenated
| Daisy, as white as the simple flower
| for which she was named. was turned
| into the daisy grown meadow to caper
awkwardly about on her singularly
trim feet. The blue ribbon dangled
above her astonished good eye and
gave her decidedly rakish appear
ance, but with her knees hidden In the
clover and daisies she looked very
handsome as she moved slowly to and
fro. nipping daintily with her worn
teeth and soft white nose. Jacob
Keene stood afar and looked on her
snow white form with tears In his
eyes and was not ashamed. To him
she was the one horse he had always
desired, and now she would never be
his.
That night at IL o'clock he was called
forth by the excited hired man to Lo-
renzo Nettle's bnrnyard. whats the
matterT he demanded nnxiously.
"She's Dead" snapped Lorenzo.
THAT horse Is dead That comes OF
washing her and
"I've done that lots OF times, Mr..
Nettle." protested his hired man. "only
/ guess you let her outdoors too soon.'
"And she hasn't been paid for" went
on Lorenzo bitterly. II expect | can
sell her to the soap factory for fiye"--
"Ill give you seventeen" said Jacob
quickly.
"Well, of all the-I'll take 1t, cash
now" said Lorenzo. and there fol-
lowed brief transaction that made
Jacob Keene the owner of the long
coveted horse, only now she was white
and stiff. Jacob said he would bury
Daisy In corner of his meadow where
his favorite dog was Inferred and 1t
was silent procession headed by the
brown mare which dragged the blan-
ket on which reposed the stiff form
of Daisy.
The first thrust of a sharp spade in
the moonlighted turf Of the meadow
happened to glance sharply across
Daisy's flank, and to the horror of the
onlooker she kicked mildly, relaxed her
stiffened muscles. shivered and slowly
scrambled to her feet
"'Not dead. but sleeping quoted
| Dan Harmon under his breath as the
/ disconnected Lorenzo turned sharply
about and went back to bed. while ia
cob Keene, with Ill concealed delight.
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