The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-07-04

late now. even II you've mind to give
fifty" remarked Mr. Nettle.
what do you meant You amt new
er sold Daisy?" 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 If / was going to sting
a minister on a horse deal wouldn't
take so much from him." declared ia
cob. crimson with anger and con- 4
tempt.
Lorenzo flushed you're mad be-
cause you amt got the price to buy
her yourself" I
II 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 DOR demanded
Lorenzo. opening the stable door and
leading forth the object of discussion.
Jacob surveyed his lost opportunity
with tender eyes. ira begin by giving
her a good scrubbing with warm wa
ter and yaller soap and rinse her good
till she was white as 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
it was white and fluffy. and I'd braid
a blue ribbon in her forelock. I'd rub
her down till she shined like satin,
and I'd cut her fetlocIzs and trim her
hoofs and oil 'em. and ia have her
new shod, and then I'd rub her down
good with liniment to take some Of
the kink outer her muscles. With her,
tail waving like white plume she'd
look like one Of them old battle
chargers, ehY'
sBy all your talk reckon she would.
/ a'pose might as well do it. though
agreed Lorenzo as sop to his rather
burdened conscience.
Late that afternoon a 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 singulariy
trim feet. The blue ribbon dangIed
above her astonished good eye and
gave her decidedly rakish appear
ance, but with her knees hidden In the
handsome as she moved-slowiy 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 barnyard whats the
matterT' he demanded anxiously.
She's Dead" snapped Lorenzo.
"That horse is dead. That comes Of
washing her and
1--WE 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 lve"-
%I'lI give you seventeen" said Jacob
quickly.
"Well, Of all the-I'll take it. 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 It
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 sharp spade In
the moonlighted turf of the meadow
happened to glance sharply across
paisy's flank, and to the horror Of the
onIooker she kicked mildly, relaxed her
stifened 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 III concealed delight.
carefully led his long waited for pet
into the comfortable stall.