The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-07-04
DAIS Y
She Rewards a Patient
Waiter
By cLARlSSA MAcKE
Copyright by American Press Assoc
citation, 1871.
By cLARIssA MAcNE

The barnyard fence divided Jacob
Keene's farm from that of Lis neigh
Dor, Lorenzo Nettle Jacob leaned
over the fence and looked wistfully at
the gaunt framed white mare that
dropped dejectedly near the closed
door Of her stable. Her ragged, I'M
kempt name was tangled with burs,
some of last years crop. One eye
was Of that dull blue, denoting sight
less vision; the other optic, of a soft
brown mildness, was turned toward
the watchful Mr.. Keene. The mare
shifted her sprung knees and wheeaed
patiently
Jacob turned and stumped into the
house. scattering the gathered chick
ems with his sudden impetuosity.
Lizzie he said. addressing his wife,
its COMPOUNDED shame how Loren
70 treats that mare, / wish had the
money to buy Daisy off Of him"
Mrs. Keene turned mild blue eyes on
her irate lord. 81 wish you had, DEAR"
she said meekly
Wishing don't do any good" snap
ped Jacob,
That's what was thinking" she
admitted tactlessIy.
"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 Lc-
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.
zie," 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 1t to Lorenzo with
out giving me first bid on it never
heard of Nettle yet that knew how to
treat a critter human
He gives her enough to eat, don't
hep asked Mrs Keene deprecatingly.
eyes. 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 she'd
make 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 lady in
side of week." asserted Jacob conf
IDENTIFY. i've never forgot how she
looked when Uncle Willie used to
drive her to~ church on Sundays.
White as snow she was. and her name
all 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
If her rasping bark might induce great
er speed to the leisurely progress OF the
blighted Daisy. who shambed 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; be merely loved
money. and he had learned that 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.
"HowdyY inquired Lorenzo geniaIly.
"Quite some." replied Jacob absent
. ly. Then. Il say. Lorenzo. what about
selling Daisy7"
Lorenzo Nettle Strengthened sudden
ly and looked sharply at his neighbor
"Well. what about selling herr"
"You said you'd consider my offer Of
ST." protested Mr. Keene.
Il have considered 1t. and / don't
consider it enough. Now, Jacob. you
know your Uncle Willie set great store
by Daisyi 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. sirF'
Jacob Keene sat in thoughtful ST.
lence for awhile. you bought that
there Daisy fifteen years ago. Loren
TO-" he stated mildly. ''and the year
the seven year locusts skipped Little
River was twelve years before that.
so can figure that Daisy wasn't do
ing any three minutes when you
bought her off of Uncle Willie, and If
you paid more'n $25 for her then I'll
eat my hatl"
AS Lorenzo did not offer to solve the
problem of Daisy's cost there was no
occasion for Jacob to lunch on his dt
Iapidated headgear. Nevertheless that
bafled gentleman nibbled thoughtful
ly at its frazzled straw brim.
ibid you never hear of anything In
creasing in valuer asked Lorenzo aft
er awhile.
"Not horses-unless you're trying to
argue that the high price Of meat has
gor anything to do with It," returned
Jacob scornfully. aAs ! remember 1t,
Lorenzo Nettle, the summer my Uncle
Willie sold you Daisy was the time
when l had the typhoid fever, and l
was so sick that | didn't know moth
ing about the transaction. And when
1 was up again and found out about
it, why, Uncle Willie had died, and you
wouldn't sell the horse to me-"
Fright enough! Why should sell
it to you, Jacob? 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 sheT'
"She is not" said Jacob seriously.
'sbut I always liked Daisy. and when
she was colt Uncle Willie promised
If 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 go
ing to get any BETTER remarked Lo-
reno. well. it's all done and gone.
Jacob, and the mare Is mine If you