The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1911-09-07

DAIS Y
She Rewards Z Patient
Waiter
By cLARIssA MAcKIR
Copyright by American rrsss Asso-
citation. 1e1i.
By CLARIssA AlAcKIR

The barnyard fence divided Jacob
Keene's farm from that Of bin neiaf,
Dor, Lorenzo Nettle. Jacob leaned
over the fence and looked wistfully al
the gaunt framed white mare tim,
dropped dejectedly near the closed
door of her stable. Her ragged. un-
kempt name was tangled with burs
some OF last years crop. One. eye
was Of that dun blue. denoting sight.
less vision: the other optic. Of soft
brown mildness. was turned toward
the watchful Mr.. Keene. The mare
shifted her sprung knees and wheezed
patiently.
Jacob turned and stumped into the
house. scattering the gathered chick
ems with his sudden impetuosity.
Lizzie" he said. addressing his wife.
its q COMPOUNDED shame how loren
10 treats that mare. l wish had the
money to buy Daisy OF Of him."
Mrs. Keene turned mild blue eyes on
her irate lord. II wish you had. dear"
she said meekly.
wishing don't do any good" snap
ped Jacob.
That's what l was thinking" she
admitted tactlessly.-
"Humph! That's all the sympathy
get, Lizzie Keene."
you're making yourself sick over
that horse" objected Mrs. Keene as
her husband moved his chair away
from his half tasted supper IF Lo-
renzo won't sell Daisy to you, why
don't you give up the idee?"
Jacob glared out of the window and
swallowed hard. 1T amt that Loren
20 don't want to sell the critter, LIZ
xie." he explained impatiently. "He
amt got no use for her with the brown
horse. He's Just naturally a mean
hunks and because he knows I've been
wanting to buy back Daisy ever since
Uncle Willie sold it to Lorenzo with.
out giving me first bid on it. l never
heard Of Nettle yet that knew how to
treat q critter human"
HE gives her enough to eat, don't
he" asked Mrs. Keene deprecatingly.
"Yes. after he's Kept her waiting long
enough. and she gets drink. too, after
awhile. But If she only had half the
attention that the brown one gets shed
make a mighty good looking horse"
His wife opened her eyes wide.
"But she's terrible sprung. and some
body said she had the heaves. Jacob"
''Heaves or no heaves. I'll bet could
make that critter look like a lady in
side Of week." asserted Jacob conf
IDENTIFY. 1--we never forgot how she
looked when Uncle Willie used to
drive her to church on Sundays.
White as snow she.was. and her name
ull crinkly like silk. with blue ribbon
tied in her forelock. She looks white
as snow now. don't she?" he jeered,
pointing at the sorry procession enter
ing the Nettle stable. Mrs. Keene arose
and pressed her thin nose to the win
dow.
First there frisked the Nettle dog, as
II her rasping bark might induce great
er speed to the leisurely progress Of the
blighted Daisy. who shamb!ed in with
hanging head. Lorenzo Nettle follow
ed. twirling an empty corn measure
on his broad palm and perhaps casting
a speculative eye toward the sunset
Redeemed windows Of his neighbor.
Lorenzo Nettle was not inhuman nor
was he hard hearted; he merely loved
money. and he had learned that a little
apparent neglect toward Daisy would
only enhance her value In the eyes OF
the nephew of her former owner.
Nor was he mistaken. for scarcely
had he closed the stable door upon the
old mare. now comfortably watered
and fed in her stall. than Jacob
Keene's rotund form bobbed on the
other side of the fence.
"Howdy p inquired Lorenzo genially.
"Quite some." replied Jacob absent
". Then. II say. Lorenzo. what about
selling Daisy?"
Lorenzo Nettle Strengthened sudden
~ and looked sharply at his neighbor.
well. what about selling hery'
"You sud you'd consider my offer Of
ST." protested Mr.. Keene.
Il have considered It. and don't
consider it enough. Now. Jacob, you
know Jour Uncle Willie set great store
by Daisy! When he sold her to me he
said she'd made her three minutes
over to Trays, track the summer the
seven year locusts didn't come when
they was due. and you know burned
well you can't expect to get a three
minute trotter for SIT: No. sir!'
Jacob Keene sat In thoughtful 81
lence for awhile. "You bought that
there Daisy fifteen years ago, Loren
TO-" he stated mildly. land the year
the seven year locusts skipped Little
River was twelve years before that.
70 can figure that Daisy wasn't do
ing any three minutes when you
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