Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1911-09-14
AS / remember IL.

Lorenzo Ne. he summer my Uncle
Willie sold ,uu Daisy was the time
when had the typhoid fever. and
was so sick that | didn't know moth
ing about The transaction. And when
was up again and found out about
it. why. Uncle Willie had died. and you
wouldn't sell the horse to me-"
fright enoughl Why should | sell
II TO you. Jacob? She was Just the
critter | wanted for spare work.
You've acted tarnstlon 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 sheT'
"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 I was
sick he
II expect he thought you wasn't GO
i"g to get any better" remarked Lo-
renzo well. it's all done and gone,
jacob. and the mare is mire. If you
wanter pay fifty for her, Why
Fifty" beloved Jacob angrily,
slipping over into his own yard II
guess you've got mixed in your mind
between horsehesh thirty years old
and cold storage beef" And be dis
appeared in the darkening twilight TO
sputter his wrath to the patient ears
OF lizzie.
The neat u.orning at 10 O'Clock he
/ faced n triumphant Lorenzo across
the barnyard fence. We'll. you're too
| late now. even If you've mind TO give
| fifty" remarked Mr.. Nettle.
"What do you mean? You amt new
er sold Daisy?" challenged Jacob.
"That's 1t
WHO to-" asked Jacob owlishly.
| The minister over 10 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 rue II was going TO sting
! a 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 mint got the price to buy
her y1orself."
Il 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 Nette. Is 10 fix that
horse up so she'll look respectable for
| minister TO drive behind"
What would YOU do?" demanded
Lorenzo, opening the stable door and
leading forth the object of discussion.
Jacob surveyed his lost opportunity
| with tender eyes. I'D begin oy giving
! her Il good scrubbing with warm wa.
ter and WALLER soap and rinse her good
| till she was white Us when Uncle
Willie used TO drive her Then I'd
| soak her name In warm water and
| comb out all the burs and tangles till
| 1t 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 EN-. and I'd have her
| new shod and then ia rub her down
| good with liniment 10 take some or
| the kink outer her muscles. With her
,ail waving like white plume she'd
| lOok like one OF them old battle
| chargers. ehT
by all your talk reckon she would.
| s'pose l might as well do II. though.
| agreed Lorenzo as SOP to his rather
| burdened conscience.
| Late that afternoon a reiuvenated
| Daisy. as white AZ the simple flower
| for which she was named, was turned
into the daisy growa meadow to cnper
awkwardly abou, on her singularly
| trim feet The blue ribbon dangled
above her astonished good eye and
| gave her decidedly 'rak;sh appear
| ance, but with her knees hidden in the
| clover and daisies she looked very
| handsome "a she moved slowly TO and
fro. nipping dnintily 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 nurse NJ Ind always
desired an1nnw she wou'd never he
his
That night az II O'Clock he was ga 'lrd
forth by the excited hired man TO Ia
renzo Nettle'S hnrnyard Whats the
ma tter% be demanded unYinusly
shes dead Snapp Il lorenzo.
THAT horse is dead TINT comes Of
washing her and"
rive done that lots Of times Mr.
Nettle." protested his b d man. "oniS
| guess you let her outdoors ton soon
"And she hasn't been raid for. went
on Lorenzo bitterly II expect can
sell her to the soap factory for i've
I'm give you seventeen. said jacob
quickly
We'll OF an the-I'n take IT, cash
now said Lorenzo and there toi
lowed brief transaction that made
Jacob Ecenc the owner OF she i1ps