Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-01-09
THE RACING
PEARSON
By M. QUAD
Copyright. 1918. by Associated Lit
erary Press.
By NJ. QUAD

RlDStS DdtI0NS WIS a wei VA TIC
living on the outskirts of the village of
Huntsville.
One day as Farmer Barrows sat on
his veranda smoking his pipe a stranger
driving a horse and buggy came along.
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.
Il should say there VAST exclaimed
the stranger. "Consarn his pesky hide,
but If you'll lend me an AK I'll cav
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 a 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 was 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 hitched to
a 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 patted IN 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 nov and will
give no more trouble"
81 hope not"
81 have always commended that kind
ness would do it, and here's a plain
case of 1t. | shan't have a mite of trou-
BILE driving TO town and back"
On the road to the village and half a
mile from Farmer Barrows' house the
highway crossed a swamp by a narrow
corduroy road. Only one vehicle could
pass at a time for a distance of forty
rods. The new horse ambled along
as If it were a joy tolixeL until he
reached the middle of the causeway,
and then he stopped as suddenly as If
hit by a bullet.
"By thunder" exclaimed Farmer
Barrows.
He gave the horse five minutes and
then asked him to please go on.
No use.
Then he descended and gave the anil
NAL a 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
matter?"
"Horse has baked on me-"
Farmer Barrows used the whip light
ly. apologizing to the horse at the same
time. No good. He moved his coat
n 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:
e"Hello. Brother Barrows. What's
the matterT'
"It's this internal horse! He baked
with mel"
The parson got down and gave he
new horse a looking over and said:
Brother Barrows, you've got a sulky
at home, haven't your"
Eyes"
"Come on back and hitch that horse
to the sulky. I think j know what ais
him"
Cant l kill him irst?"
"No-come right along"
you'll never get him ten feet"
The parson mounted the sulky as If
he had beer there before. and the
horse cheerfully started off at a good
trot.
A traveller came along with a 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 to it
handsomely.
"Well, how many times did he balk
on your the farmer asked as the rig
came back.
Brother Barrows, you are a good
man, but you have no eye for horses"
smiled the parson.
How do you mean?"
you've been treating this animal as