The Daytona daily news. [volume] (Daytona, Fla.) 1903-1926, 1916-12-20


road, where the route began, than
Deacon realized the inexperience Of
the new man. Why, he was actually
going to drive right past the Powers
place, and the Powers almost always
had mail Of some kind. even IL It
wasn't more than q poultry magazine
or . seed catalogue. After one or
two such mistakes Deacon took charge
Of things himself. From house to
house he went, stopping wherever he
had been In the habit Of calling, wait
ing until the new carrier found who
lived there and had looked through let
tiers and parcels to see II he had any
thing for them.
All the forenoon and all the after
noon this went on, but when the red
sun went down In the frosty west there
still remained half q hundred letters
and more than a peck Of packages to
be delivered. The new man was hum
CRY and tired, but he was no gutter.
So he begged some hay and oats for
Deacon, borrowed q lantern, and to-
gether they started to finish the route.
AZ for Deacon. his old knees were
sitter than ever, his shoulder muscles
ached. his tanks heaved like q pair Of
blacksmith's bellows, but he plunged
on, never skipping q single house,
never hesitating at roundabout half
mile, doing his whole duty quite as
thoroughly as IL there had been some
one behind to urge him on instead Of
a cold-numbed clerk, who had no
longer even touched the reins. At last
only one letter was left, a thick, bulky
one In blue waterproof envelope,
bearing a foreign postmark. Josiah
Braisted. Esq.," was the address.
BREASTED. eh?" muttered the clerk.
wonder IL the old horse knows where
he nves?"
Evidently Deacon did, for he was
Flowing through big drift, heading
straight out on the Boston road into
the darkness. Far ahead, on the top
OF long hill, the clerk could see the
lights Of big house. There were no
other lights between. Miles behind he
could make out the glow Of the city.
The clerk wished he could be back
there. where one could be warm again
and get something hot to eat. with
numb fingers he pulled out his watch.
Half-past nine! Why, it would take
tnem = good two hours to drive back
nowl Braisted be hanged! He could
get his letter after Christmas.
50 he grabbed the reins and indi-
Gated to Deacon a desire to turn
around. But Deacon would not turn.
full on the rein as he might, Deacon
would only swing his head about.
Keeping his legs moving straight
ahead. By much shouting and saving
on the reins Deacon was stopned
Then the new driver waded out to his
head. took him BY the bits and tried to
point the horse the other way. Dea-
con refused to bulge. Those lights on
the top OF the long hill marked the end
OF the route, and Deacon knew it. And
20 those lights they went. "Josiah
braistedV asked the driver curtlv az
the young woman who answered his
ring.
"Oh. it's come, it's comet" she
shouted to someone within, as she held
out her hand eagerly for the letter.
Never before had he seen SO much
excitement caused by the delivery Of
letter. In moment there were three
OF TOUR persons in the front hall. all
talking at once.
DO you think It viii save him. doc
tori asked the anxious-faced old
iaoy who had followed the girl to the
door.
1T will II anything will, I guess"
answered . stout, bearded man. And
ne mounted the stairs to see the pa
tlent In the upper room.
Then they insisted that the half
frozen clerk come inside and have
something to eat Deacon? Oh, they
would take care Of Deacon. They did
all this and more. It seemed that this
letter had been long expected, and was
sadly needed, for it came from a prod
igal son to q very sick father, It had
its effect. too.
VI course the clerk told them of
Oeacon's heroic stubbornness. of how
the old horse had insisted on going
20 the very end Of the route when
ne had tried to turn him back. Josiah
BREASTED. Esq, heard the story during
his convalescence.
must tell my son about that when
ne comes home," he would repeat as
they told him Of the part Deacon
played In the story. I'VE ought to do
something for that old horse" he said.
Ihey did. too. The Office clerk, who
Will nrst show you handsome gold
watch, tells the story best, always end
Ing with, and old Deacon, why. he
lives out there on the Braisted place
IKE thoroughbred. He's in clover,
he Isl
Well." Dan Sweeney will add, ITS
no more'n he deserves. Old Deacon
was q mighty good horse in his day.
ana mighty knowin'."-St Louis Globe
Democrat.