Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1921-10-05
The Mare Shows Up
Faulkner
Copyright. 1891. w....r. Newspaper Union
By HAROLD sINcLAIRE.

Copyright. 1891. western Newspaper Union
Spur a horssi You're joking. sir.
Yes, wear spu 8, because I ride with
my heels out and my tees 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 rsstful 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, nor one with moro human intel
ligence or more anxious to please, if
you treat him Tight.
Yes. I suppose It Is d gin, chs un-
Outstanding Of horses. Women? Bet
ter than men, / should say-that is.
some men understand horses, but pref
ty near every woman who likes them
gets to know them. That's what
liked about Miss Millicent. Came Of a
horse family, Kentucky born, and
what she didn't know about horses
why, she'd talked horse since she Vas
a baby, and her father, Colonel Emery.
owned the finest stud in Lexington.
Miss Millieent 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
Ego faster"
guess that click was what first put
me wise to Faulkner. Finely made
man he was. fne clothes, though some
what fashy to my taste. and Miss Mil
ncent certainly took to him.
And 80 mister, when heard Faulk-
ner clicking under his breath to
Beauty, I said to myself: you'd be
more in place driving butchers wag-
ON than taking Miss Millicent riding"
He rode Beauty on the curb-her rs
wouldn't have hurt fly, 80 sweet-tem-
pered she was and gentle. And her
mouth: Lord, he sawed like butcher !
Miss Millicent had been sweet on
young Mr.. Drew, and he on her, before
Faulkner appeared on the scene.
couldn't see Faulkner hurting
Beauty and cutting out Mr.. Drew with
out taking some steps to stop him.
puzzled a long time over it. I see
Mr.. Drew getting mopier and mopier.
I went into town to see the circus one
night and who should I meet at the
tent door but my old friend Jim Haynes
with his trick mare. 1t seemed like
Providence.
81 can't sell you Nancy" he said
But I'd lend her to you. What's the
gamer"
When l tolds him he swOre he
wouldn't take any money. 1t was as
good as play, he said. and he hoped
I'd tell him all about lit the next day.
"Can't let you have Beauty today.
SIR" I told Mr.. Faulkner the next
morning. "She's little off her feed,
sir. But I've nice little mare here
quiet as babe and fit for lady"
"Mr. Drew" says 1 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. Il don't quite follow
you, but I'm on, Hicks he says. And
so I saddled my little mare and rode
out with Miss Millicent and Faulkner,
0nE fa,f e9ktSs ax groom ought to
when his young lady has beau.
I fell a good ways behind that day,
and when we reached Holmes Height
they had disappeared over 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 / got to the
top when 1 heard Miss Millicent
screaming with fear, but with
laughter.
There sat Faulkner, cinging to the
mares neck with both hands, his feet
working like. windmills, and the little
mare going round and round and round
in .lot as big as a circus ring. His
coat tails was flying, and he was swear
ing and hollering, and presently he
flew over 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 / fol
lows, me leading the mare and him
walking. But | noticed Miss Millicent
and Mr.. Drew leaning inward on. their
saddles again like they used to.
That's ali, sir. except this, gold
watch Mrs. Drew gave me the day
they were married. II understand
Hicks" she said to me. And what do
you think she did? If she didn't put
her hands in mine and cry with hap
piness. Yes, me, sir. I'm her head
coachman now, but when Miss May
gets a little older I'm going to take
her riding and teach her to handle
horses. You see, it comes, out in tl.e
blood, mister
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