The Marshall republican., 1911-07-06
DAISY
She Rewards a Patient
Waiter
By CLARISSA MAcKIr
Copyright by American Press Asso-
citation. 1911.

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 mane vas tangled with burs,
some OF last years crop. One eye
was Of that dull blue. denoting q sight.
less vision: the other optic. Of a soft
brown miidness, was turned toward
the watchful Mr. Kecne. The mare
shifted her sprung knees and wheezed
patiently.
Jacob turned and stumped into the
house. scattering the gathered chick.
ems with bis sudden impetuoslty.
Lizzie" he said. addressing his wife.
'it's a confounded shame how Loren.
70 treats that mare. I wish | had the
money to buy Daisy or Of him."
Mrs. Kecpe turned mild blue eyes on
her Irate lord II wish you had. dear"
she said meekiy.
wishing don't do any good" snap
ped Jacob.
THAT'S what I was thinking" she
admitted tactlessly.
"Humph! That's all the sympathy
I get. Lizzie Keene."
you're making yourself sick over
that horse" objected Mrs. Keene as
her husband moved his chair away
from his half tnsted supper. "1f 10.
EMO won't sell Daisy to you, why
don't you give up the ldeeT"
Jacob glared out Of the window ana
swallowed hard. at amt that Loren.
no don't want to sell the critter. Liz.
zic." he explained impa tiently. He
amt got no use for her with the brown
horse. He's just naturally q mean
hunks and because he knows I've been
wanting TO buy back Daisy evcr since
Uncle Willie sold Il to Lorenzo with.
out giving me 1rst bid on II. never
heard Of a Nettle yet that knew how TO
treat a critter human"
HE gives her enough to ent. don't
hey" asked Mrs. Keene deprecntingly.
"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 she'd
make q 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 I could
mako that critter look like a lady In.
side Of a week." asserted Jacob conn.
IDENTIFY. 'I've never forgot how she
looked when Uncle Willie used TO
drive her TO church on Sundays.
white rs snow she was. and her name
all crinkly like silk. with q blue ribbon
tied In her forelock. She looks white
as snow now. don't shef" he jeered.
pointing ut the worry procession enter.
Ing the Nettle stable. Mrs. Kecne arose
and pressed her thin nose TO the win
dow.
First there frisked the Nettie dog. az
II her rasplng bark might induce great
er speed to the lcisurcIy progress OF the
blighted Daisy. who shambled In with
hanging head. Lorenzo Nettie 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 be hard hearted; he merely loved
money. and he had learned that q little
apparent neglect toward Daisy would
only enhance her value In the eyes or
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? :" inquired Lorenzo genially.
"Quite some.' replied Jacob absent
iy. Then. Il say. Lorenzo. what about
selling Daisy7"
Lorenzo Nettle Strengthened sudden.
iy and looked sharply at his n~eighbor.
well. what about selling herr"
"You said you'd consider my OFFER Of
ST." protested Mr.. Keene.
II have considered II. and I don't
consider Il 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 Frays track the summer the
seven year locusts didn't come when
they was due. aud you know burned
well you can't expect to get a three
minute trotter for $17i No. sir!"
Jacob Kcene sat In thoughtful 81.
lence for awhile. "You bought that
there Daisy fifteen years ago. Loren.
10" be stated mildly. and the year
the seven year iocusss skipped Little
River was twelve years before that.
no I can nsure that Daisy wasn't do
Ing any three minutes when You
bought her or Of UnchF While. and u
you paid nors'u SIS for her then I'll
eat my hati"
Al Lorenzo did not offer to solve the
problem Of Dsisy's cost there was no
occasion for Jacob 10 lunch On his d.
lapidated headxear. Nevertheless that
hafied gentleman nibbled thoughtful
y 1t u fraszled straw brim.