Putnam patriot., 1911-06-23
By CLARISSA MACKlE
convright by American Press Asso- ciation. 1911

uoone's farm from that of his neigh -. Lorenzo Kettle. Jacob leaned -o- the fence and looked wistfully at .ho eaunt framed white mare that SrooDed dejectedly near the closed aoor of her stable Her ragged. un- rount mane was tangled with burs, some of last years crop. One eye -ros of that dull blue. denoting sight ,oss vision: the other optic. of a soft h,ovn mildness. was turned toward tha watehful MT Keene The mare sbifted her sprung knees and wheezed patiently
 1aeoh turned and stumped into the bopse. scattering the gathered chick ops with his sudden impeuosity. atizZie. be said. addressing his wife, .it,s confounded shame how Loren go treats that mare. l wish had the money 10 buy Daisy off of him."
 Mrs Keene turned mild blue eyes on her irate lord ''I wish you had. dear." she said meekly
 aWishing don't do any good" snap ped Jacob
 ..Thafs what I was thinking" she admitted tacteSsly.
 "Humph! That's all the sympathy l 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. Tt ain't that Loren zo don't want to sell the eritter, Liz ze." he explained impatiently. He ejnt got no use for her with the brown horse. Hes just naturally 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 a Kettle yet that knew how to treat 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 shes terrible sprung. and some body said she had the heaves. Jacob"
 "Heaves or no heaves. I'll bet l could make that critter look like a lady in side of week." asserted Jacob conf denty 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 mane all crinkly like silk, with blue ribbon tied in her foreloek. She looks white as snow now. don't she?" he jeered, pointing at the sorry procession enter ing the Kettle stable. Mrs. Keene arose and pressed her thin nose to the win dow
 First there frisked the Nettle dog, as if her raspiug bark might induce great CT speed to the leisurely progress of the blighted Daisy. who shamhled in with hanging head Lorenzo Kettle follow ed twirliRg an empty corn measure on his broad palm and perhaps casting
 
 reddened windows of his neighbor Lorenzo Kettle WAS not inhuman nor was be hard hearted he 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
 "Howdy?" inquired Lorenzo genially. Quite some." replied Jacob absent g Then, "l say. Lorenzo, what about selling Daisy?"
 Lorenzo Kettle strengthened sudden F and looked sharply at his neighbor Well. what about selling her?'
 You said you'd consider my offer of sl1," protested Mir Keene. "l have considered it. and l don't consider il enough Now Jacob. you know your 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 dHrned well you can't expect to get three minute trotter for SIT, No. siry' Jacob Keene sat in thoughtful si- fence for awhile. You bought that there Daisy fifteen years ago. Loren zo' he stated mildly. and the year lhe 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 1T You paid more'n S25 for her then I'll cat my hat!" AS Lorenzo did not offer to solve the problem of Daisy's cost there was nc occasion for Jacob to lunch on his di iapidated headgear Nevertheless thai batded geniIeman nibbled thoughtfui l !! at its frazzled straw hrim Did you never hear of anything Tn ereasing in valueg' asked Lorenzo aff CT awhile Not hors as-unless you're trying !" argue that the high price of meat mas eot anything fo do win il. rsFHrnet daeob scornfully ~ 1 remember IL. Lorenzo Kettle the suL. Uler ny Cneie willie sold you Daisy was the umr when had the typhoid fever. ana ! was so sick that l didn't know noth- Ing about the transaction And when