The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1913-08-08
THE RACING
PARSON
By M. QUAD
By M. QUAD
Copyright, 1913. by Associated Lit
erary Press.

Just opposite the house the horse sud
| denly halted and refused to go on.
SEEMS to be trouble here" said
Moses as he walked down to the gate.
II should say there vast exclaimed
the stranger. "Consarn his pesky hide
! but If you'll lend me an ak I'll cave
| his head in
Had him long, stranger" was asked.
About three weeks, and this is the
third time he has baked on me. Say,
/ now
"Purty good lookin' hoss,' said Farm
er Barrows after he had looked him
over. "Where'd you get him?"
Traded with Teller"
"Mebbe we can swop. I've got a
boss that
'Then trot him out. I'll trade you
even up for anything with hide and
| hoofs."
The exchange wac made without
further words, and the stranger drove
off Farmer Barrows had said that
there was a cause for a horse baking,
1t is generally understood that 1t is In
his training.
The new owner began to practice a
system of kindness. The horse did not
get a harsh word and was asked to do
only light work. In the course OF a
couple of weeks his sullenness had
quite vanished, and he was hitehed to
buggy TO be driven to town. He
took about twenty-eight steps and then
stopped. He expected TO hear swear
ing and to feel the whip, but nothing
of the sort followed. He was given a
lump of sugar and pstted on the back
as a reward of merit.
The next day he was hltched up
again. This time he took a hundred
steps before baking, No swearing nor
whipping. More sugar and more pet
ting. Farmer Barrows even sung the
first verse of the Sweet BY and BY"
into his left ear. SO 1t went every day
for a week, and the farmer then said
to his wife:
"That boss is all right now and will
give no more trouble"
II hope not"
II have always contended that kind
ness would do ii, and here's plain
case of II. / shan't have mite of trou-
BILE driving TO town and back"
On the road TO the village and half
mile from Farmer Burrows house the
highway crossed swamp by a narrow
corduroy road. Only one vehicle could
pass at a time for distance of forty
rods. The new horse ambled along
as If it were joy to live until he
reached the middle of the causeway,
and then he stopped as suddenly as II
hit by bullet.
by thunderw exclaimed Farmer
Barrows.
He gave the horse FIVE minutes and
then asked him to please so on.
No use
Then he descended and gave the ami
NAL lump of sugar and toyed with
his ear and asked him as a personal
favor to resume his amble. Not a
resume; not an amble.
Travellers came up and stopped at
either end of the blocked highway and
called out;
Say, you, what in thunder is the
matterp
Horse has baked on me"
Farmer Barrows used the whip light !
ly, apoogizing to the horse at the same
time. No good. He moved his coat
and vest, spat on his hands and was
preparing to give that horse the lick
ing of his life when the parson of his
church drove up with;
Hello, Brother Barrows. What's
the matterT'
Its this internal horse! He baked
with mew
The parson got down and gave the
new horse q looking over and said:
"Brother Barrows, you've got sulky
at home. haven't your
Yes"
"Come on back and hitch that horse
to the sulky. l think know what ails
him."
Cant kill him firstf"
"No-come right along"
you'll never get him ten feet"
The parson mounted the sullSy as II
he had been there before, and the
horse cheerfully started or at a good
trot.
A traveller came along with good
trotter and attempted TO pass, but was
left in the dust in great shape, The
parson overlook two or three well
known steppers and beat them 20 II
"Well, how many times did he balk
on your the farmer asked as the rig
came back.
Brother Barrows, you are good
man, but you have no eye for horses"
smiled the parson.
How do you mean?"
you've been treating this animal as
II he were a plug of horse and there.
by humlliating him."
"But amt he plug"
"My dear brother, he can go mile
In 2:30 this very day.
"You-you mean
The parson nodded his head.
But I'm church member and can't
even go to races"
The parson advanced and laid hand
on his shoulder and whispered in his
ear:
Horse racing is very. very wicked.
Brother Barrows. unless-your nag
romes In aheadr'