Evening star., 1921-04-24
SEPTEMBER Sunday. sun

under the big willow beside the wa
teFinE trough at the foot of Breeds
hill. in the town of Harmony. Trill
of bright water from the spout into
the messy trough. lisp Of the willow
leaves overhead
DR.. Pullyard. v. S.. was looking for
ward to that dell with anticipatory
relish, and he expressed that relish
with combination smack-cluck to
the trappy bay gelding he was driv-
saichel, and he always liked to touch
up the contents of that flask with
running water. And. so he reflected,
while the bay slipped and nuzzled.
there would be time for a restful
drag at the old pipe.
alder growth and saw two elderly
men who were posted on either side
of the watering-trough and were
cutting each others ears. while
woman stood up in wagon and laid
the braid onto them with horse
whip. energetically. persistently and
impartially.
We'll. Horace P. Towle and Lie
wellyn Sturnell and Tryphene Withee."
expostulated DR.. Pullyard when he
heard that they've quit having any
more wars in this WorldT
Messrs. Towle and Sturnell stepped
farther apart from each other. and
Miss Withee tucked her whip under
her arm. II intend to be lady in all
times and places. and mind my own
business. But here I sit. DR.. Pull
yard. enjoying calm and comfort and
letting my horse drink. and up comes
Hod Towle, towing that. She pointed
a derogatory finger at horse and
race sulky outfit at one end of the
trough. And then out of that neck
of woods appears. Lell Sturnell,with
peck measure of oats on one arm and
halter draped on the other: and the
next thing on the docket, they fall to
rowing, and 5awing about a moose
and bear and plot and horse
race and the land knows what else.
] couldn't make head nor tail out of
It, And then"
MR.. Towle broke in. He was thin
A'A man with bowed logs and a pie
cutter beak, down over which was
pulled the scoop Of drivers cap. He
had a querulous. high-pitched voice.
'Tryphene. it amt fair for you to
say you don't understand what I told
bear onto that vallyble hoss. stand
ing there, and"
There you go again: Are you
erazy:'
Yes. he is." declared Mr. Sturnell
with vigor. But I ain't-me that's
been roaming the woods and tramp
ing fields, trying to ketch a moose"
Go moose-hunting with a halter
and peck of oats?" demanded the
lady. Doc. if you don't order both of
1tvn0 - trG
pital. shall think that you ain't tend
ing out on your job
What has a Gust old vet'inary got
to do with jedging my brains
squealed Horace p. Towle. He was
on the farther side of the trough. and
he started around the end, shaking
his hsts. 1t was evident that Mr.. Stur-
nell did not consider the combat I'm
ished. and mistook this advance for a
signal for further hostilities. He kick
ed Mr.. Howle on the shin. The vic
tim sat down on the edge of the
trough and grabbed his leg in both
hands.
TITS broke. He done it. That devil
ish old pi1e-driver has broke my leg"
If you two fools don't stop your
fighting and shut your ciappers in the
presence Of = lady. I'll use the butt
end Of this whip on the both of you
-. o1Ay oiNs 10 SuAB IuOOSC-
bear business some of their rawlings.
or what is. it,
The doctor scowfed They Just
about broke up the Milo fair yesterday.
Don't need further'n that, do you?
Seeing that you're in so much Of a
hurry and have got in hand the i'm
portant fact that they'd better be left
alone to kill each other OF. TIL water
my hoss and drive on"
sOnn'f
Tryphene." ragged Mr. TowIe. leaping
up In forgetfulness Of the broken leg.
He never told the truth but once.
and then he was overheard to do 1t in
his sleep" supplemented Mr.. Sturnell.
She raised hex whip. Her curiosity
was stirred: T amt tuckered yet"
she warned. IF I don't get this
you"
The doctor put up his hand and
checked of on his fingers. 'Lell was
on the grounds with an animal show,
S1nsistins Con- , Of a bear and a moose.
ever it is-he calls a hoss." Further
disparaEement Of the animal hitched
into the sulky, Bear got loose and
chased hoss of to hackenney, some
where's. when hoss kicked him. Moose
, moose of to same or other place by
giving the moose-call see Hod
has got back his hoss. AS for"
Yes. and I've got fve pounds Of
YELLED Mr.. Towle. triumphantly.
Nothing I have ever ct will taste
SO good to me-"
Mr.. Sturnell. stubby man with
a dented. hard-boiled hat. beat his
sufferer in this thing. He stole away
from me the only trotting bull moose
in the world. But he's got back his
hoss.'
Yes. and look at her-look at her
where she stands" lamented Mr..
bear till she is windbroken-wi,h
case of the heaves onto her that
makes her sound like an airbrake.
a noble: hish-spirited hoss-but look
Miss Wi,hee. "a few years oso ago
partners with winning string Of
eight good ones. and men respected
and liked. And you. Ieli Sturneu
2 down to making fool of yourself
at fair with a two,cent animal
that thing. there. that couldn't do a
mile in time for supper. not il you
put her on casters and pushed her
with iron reins: You just stand
there. the two OF you. and listen to
me. I have been friend to both
OF you. Now. as self-respecting
horsewoman. I'm ashamed of you as
horsemen. You turned to and be-
gan to fight and cheat each other.
Nobody gets anywhere in this world
that way when they're partners. Why
don't you settle this thing between
you in man-fashion and shake hands
and hitch up again togerher and get
hack where you belong?"
1t amt no use they replied in
ch~-'s
"Ir vou would ~,cn ,o,r c,~,o