The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1921-11-11
The Mare Shows Up
Faulkner
1921. Western Newspaper Union.
By HAROLD SINCLAIRE.

VI ASShs "SStSih NSWapdPSE nlO
Spur a horse? You're Joking, sir.
Yes, I wear spurs, because l ride with
my heels out and my toes in, but If
you'll look again, sir. you'll see that
there's no rowels In them. Same way
with my whip. It's restful like for the
hand, and I'd touch my horses flank
with the handle end, to signal him,
but as for hitting him-why, there
amt no animal more willing than a
horse, o one with more human intel
ligence or more anxious to please, II
you treat him right.
Yes. I suppose it IL a gift, this un.
Outstanding Of horses. Women? Bet
ter than men, I should say-that is.
some men understand horses, but pref
ty near every woman who likes them
gets to know them. That's what I
liked about Miss Millicent. Came Of 4
horse family, Kentucky born, and
what she didn't know about horses
why, she'd talked horse since she was
4 baby, and her father, Colonel Emery,
owned the finest stud in Lexington.
Miss Millicent was brought up with
the idea that a man who couldn't ride
was only half masculine. And riding's
more than sticking on and waving the
reins up and down or clicking TO say
"go faster"
I guess that click was what first put
me wise to Faulkner. Finely made
man he was, fine clothes, though some
what fashy to my taste, and Miss Mil
licent certainly took to him.
And so mister, when 1 heard Faux
ner clicking under his breath to
Beauty, I said to myself: you'd be
more in place driving a butchers wag-
on than taking Miss Millicent riding"
He rode Beauty on the curb-her as
wouldn't have hurt a fly, so sweet-tem-
pered she was and gentle. And her
mouth: Lord, he sawed like a butcher!
Miss Millicent had been sweet on
young Mr.. Drew, and he on her, before
Faulkner appeared on the scene.
l couldn't see Faulkner hurting
Beauty and cutting out Mr.. Drew with
out taking some steps to stop him.
I puzzled a long time over it. l see
Mr.. Drew getting mopier and mopier.
] went into town to see the circus one
night and who should l meet at the
tent door but my old friend Jim Haynes
with his trick mare It seemed like
Providence.
II can't sell you Nancy" he said.
But I'd lend her to you. What's the
gamer"
When 1 told him he swore he
wouldn't take any money. It was as
good as a play, he said, and he hoped
I'd tell him all about it the next day.
Cant let you have Beauty today,
sir" 1 told Mr.. Faulkner the next
morning. "She's a little off her feed,
cir. But I've a nice little mare here
quiet as a babe and fit for a lady"
"Mr. Drew" says I that same morn.
ing, IF you was to take a little ride
out to Holmes Height about eleven
o'clock, maybe it wouldn't come
amiss."
He grinned. II don't quite follow
you, but I'm on, Hicks" he says. And
30 I saddled my little mare and rode
out with Miss Millicent and Faulkner,
and fell behind, as a groom ought to
when his young lady has a beau.
I fell a good ways behind that day,
and when we reached Holmes Height
they had disappeared owe the rise.
knew Faulkner would just about have
got up courage to try his spurs by the
time the trick mare was winded. And
sure enough, hardly had I got to the
top when I heard Miss Millicent
screaming-not with fear. but with
laughter.
There sat Faulkner, ciinging to the
mares neck with both hands, his feet
working like windmills, and the little
mare going round and round and round
in q lot as big as a circus ring. His
coat tails was flying, and he was swear.
Ing and hollering, and presently he
few v e the mares neck and she
stopped stock still and watched him
land in a pool Of the stickiest mud
anywhere In the neighborhood. And
Just at that minute Mr.. Drew comes
riding along and stops and picks
Faulkner out Of the mire. But he
wouldn't get on the mares back any
more. So Mr.. Drew sees Miss Mill
cent home, and Faulkner and 1 fol
lows, me leading the mare and him
walking. But I noticed Miss Millicent
and Mr.. Drew leaning inward on theil
saddles again like they used to.
That's all, sir, except this golt
watch Mrs. Drew gave me the day
they were married. II understand
Hicks" she said to me. And what Dc
you think she did? If she didn't put
her hands in mine and cry with hap
piness. Yes, me, sir. I'm her heaC
coachman now, but when Miss Ma!
gets a little older I'm going to take
her riding and teach her to handle
horses. You see, 1t comes vi in thu
blood. mister.