Putnam patriot., 1911-06-23

| appeared Tn the darkeninC twilight to sputter his wrath to the patient ears of Lizzie
 The next morning at 10 o'clock he raced a triumphant Lorenzo across tne oarnyard fence. Well. you're too late now. even if you've a mind to give fifty" remarked Mir Kettle
 What do you mean? You ain't nev- CT sold Daisy?" challenged Jacob.
 That's it"
 Who to-" asked Jacob owlishly.
 "The minister over to Elmvile. 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 minister on a horse deal I wouldn't take so much from him. declared Ja. cob. crimson with anger and con 1 tempt.
 Lorenzo flushed. "You're mad be cause you ain't got the price to buy her yourself"
 'l 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 Kettle, is to fix that horse up so she'll look respectable for a minister 10 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 by giving her a good scrubbing with warm wa ter and waller soap and rinse her good till she was white as when Uncle Willie used to drive her Then I'd soak her mane 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 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 of the kink outer her muscles. With her tail waving like white plume shed look like one of them old battle chargers. eh?'
 By all your talk reckon she would. I s'pose 1 might as well do it. though agreed Lorenzo as a 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 dangled above her astonished good eye and gave her a 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- iRIlZO NelllNN N bdi II til AA+ " +ttN ~ matter?" he demanded anxiously.
 She's dead. snapped Lorenzo, "That horse is dead That comes of washing her and
 five done that lots of times. MT Nettle." protested his hired man, "only I guess you let her outdoors too soon
 And she hasn't been paid for" went on Lorenzo bitterly II expect l can sell her to the soap factory for i've
 "I'n give you seventeen" said Jacob quickly.
 well, of all the-Tll take it. cash now" said Lorenzo. and there fol lowed a brief transaction that made Jacob Keene the owner of the long coveted hotSe. only now she was whlte md stiff. Jacob said he would bury Daisy in a corner. of his meadow where his favorite dog was inferred. and was a silent procession headed by the brown mare which dragged the bian ket on which reposed the stld form of Daisy
 The first thrust of a sharp spade Tn +ha moonlichted turf of the meadow happened to glance sharply across Daisy's flank. and 10 the horror of the nnlooker she kicked mildly, relaxed her s4irfened muscles. shiyered and slowly scrambled 10 her feet
 ..-Not dead. but sleeping. quoted Dan Harmon under his breath as the dlsconcerted Lorenzo turned sharply about and went back to bed. while Ja- cob Keene. with i'll concealed delight carefully led his long waited for per into the comfortable stall.