DAISY
She Rewards a Patient
Waiter
By CLARISSA MACKIH
Copyright by American Press Asso
ciation, mi.
The barnyard fence divided Jacob
Keene's farm from that of his neigh
bor, Lorenzo Nettle. Jacob leaned
over the fence and looked wiHtfully at
the gaunt framed white mare that
drooped dejectedly near the cloned
door of her atable. Her ragged, un
kempt mane was taiiKled with burs,
some of last year's crop. One eye
wan of that dull blue, denoting a sight
less vision; the other optic, of a soft
brown mildness, was turned toward
the watchful Mr. Keene. The mare
shifted her sprung knees and wheezed
patiently;
Jacob turned and stumped Into the
house, scattering the gathered chick
ens with his sudden Impetuosity.
"Lizzie." he said, addressing his wife,
"It's a confounded shame how Loren
zo treats that mare. I wish I had the
money to buy Daisy off of him."
Mrs. Keene turned mild blue eyes on
her Irate lord. "I wish you bad, dear,"
she said meekly.
"Wishing don't do any Rood," snap
ped Jacob.
"That's what I was thinking," she
admitted tactlessly.
"Humph! That's nil the sympathy
I get, Lizzie Keene,"
"You're making yourself sick over
that horse," objected Mrs. Keene as
lier husband moved his chair away
from bis half tasted supper. "If Lo
renzo won't sell Daisy to you, why
don't you give up the Idee?"
Jacob glared out of the window and
wallowed hard. "It ain't that Loren
o don't want to sell the critter, Llz
ilo," be explained impatiently, "no
ain't got no use for her with the brown
horse. He's Just naturally a mean
hunks and because he knows I've been
wauling to buy back Daisy ever since
I'ncltt Willie so'd it to Lorenzo with
out giving ine first bid on It. I never
heard of a Nettle yet that knew how to
treat n critter human."
"lie gives her enough to eat, don't
he?" asked Mrs. Keene depreent'iv ly.
"Yes, after he's kept her waiting long
enough, and nhe gets diink, tm, after
awhile. It nt If she only had half the
attention that the brown wm gets she'd
make a mighty good looking horse."
Ills wife opened her ey s wide.
"Itut she's terrible sprung, and some
body said she had the heaves, Jacob."
"Heaves or no heaves, I'll bet I could
make that critter look like a lady In
side of n week," asserted Jacob con.1
dently. "I've never forgot how she
looked when Uncle Willie used to
drive her to church on Sundays.
White as snow she was, and her mane
nil crinkly like silk, wl.U n blue ribbon
tied In her forelock. She looks white
as snow now. don't she?" ho Jeered,
pointing at the sorry procession enter
ing the Nettle stable. Mrs. Keene nroe
Hd pressed her thin nose to the win
dow. First there frisked the Nettle dog, as
If her rasping bark might tuduce great
er speed to the leisurely progress of the
blighted Daisy, who shambled In with
hanging head. Iioreineo Nettle follow
ed, twirling an empty corn measure
on his broad palm and perhaps casting
a speculative eye toward the sunset
reddened windows of his neb hbor.
Lorenzo Nettle was not Inhuman nor
was ho hard hearted; he merely loved
money, and he had learmd that a little
apparent neglect toward Daisy would
only enhance her value in the eyes of
the nephew of her former owner.
Nor was he mistaken, for scarcely
bad he closed the stable door upon the
old mare, now comfortably wittered
and fed in her stall, than Jacob
Keene's rotund form bobbed on the
other side of the fence.
"Howdy?" Inquired I oreiuo genially.
"Quite some," replied Jacob absent
ly. Then, "I say. Lorenzo, -what about
selling Daisy?"
Loreuzo Nettle straightened sudden
ly and looked sharply at his neighbor.
"Well, what about selling her?"
"You said you'd consider my offer of
$17." protested Mr. Keene.
"I have considered It. and I don't
consider it enough. Now, Jacob, you
know your T'ucle Willie set great store
by Daisy! When he sold her to me he !
said she'd made her three minutes
over to Fray's trai k the summer the
seven year locusts didn't come when
they was due, and you know durned
well you rau't exiect to get a three
minute trotter for $17! No, sir!"
Jacob Keene sat In thoughtful si
lence for awhile. "You Knight that
there Daisy fifteen years ago, Loren
zo," he stated mildly, "and the year
the seven year locusts skipped Little
River was twelve years before that,
so I can figure that Daisy wasn't do
ing any three minutes wucu you
bought "her off of Uncle Willie, and If
you paid niore'n $25 for her then I'll
eat my hat!"
As Lorenzo did not offer to solve the
problem of Daisy's cost there was no
occasion for Jacob to lunch on his di
lapidated headgear. Nevertheless that
baffled gentleman nibbled thoughtful
ly at Its frazzled straw brim.
"Did you never hear of anything In
creasing In value?" asked Lorenzo aft
er awhile.
"Not horses unless you're trying to
argue that the high price of meat has
got anything to do with It," returned
Jacob scornfully. "Aa I remember It,
Lorenzo Nettie, the tuminer my Uncle
Willie sold you Daisy was the time
when I had the typhoid fever, and I
was so sick that I didn't know noth
ing about the transaction. And when
I was up again uud found out about
It, why. Uncle Willie had died, and you
wouldn't sell the horse to me."
3
"Itlght enough! Why should I sell
It to you, Jacob? She was just the
critter I wanted for spare work.
You've acted tarnation foolish over
that critter for fifteen year, and you
might as well spit it out now and tell
me why you want that particular boss
and no other. You ain't T"t stable
room for her with your two, and she
ain't what you'd call fancy looking
now, Is she?"
"She Is not," said Jacob seriously,
"but I always liked Daisy, and when
she was a colt Uncle Willie promised
If he ever sold her to anybody he'd
give me first chance on her. I waited
twelve years for her, and when I was
sick be"-
"I expect he thought you wasn't go
ing to get any better," remarked Lo
renzo. "Well, It's all done and gone,
Jacob, and the mare is mine. If you
wanter pay fifty for her, why"
"Fifty!" bellowed Jacob angrily,
slipping over into his own yard. "I
guess you've got mixed In your mind
between horseflesh thirty years old
and cold storage beef." And he dis
appeared In the darkening twilight to
sputter his wrath to the patient ears
of Lizzie.
Tlie next morning1 at 10 o'clock he
faced a triumphant Lorenzo across
tho barnyard fence. "Well, you're too
late now, even if you've n mind to give
fifty," remarked Mr. Nettle.
"What do you mean? You ain't nev
er Bold Daisy?" challenged Jacob.
"That's It."
"Who to?" asked Jacob owllshly.
"Tho minister over to Elmvllle. He
saw her yesterday, and he sent word
by Dan last nl.;ht he'd take her. He's
giving fifty for her. Seems to know
what lie's about too."
. "Seems to me If I was going to sting
a minister on a horse deal I wouldn't
take so much from him," declared Ja
cob, crimson with nnger and con
tempt. Loreuzo flushed. "You're mad be
cause you ain't got the price to buy
her yourself."
"I am mad because you won't sell
for what she Is worth. The lesist you
can do to make things right for that
minister, Lorenzo Nettle, Is to fix that
horse up so she'll look respectable for
a minister to drive behind."
"What would you do?" demanded
Lorenzo, opening the stable door and
leading forth the object of discussion.
Jacob surveyed his lost opportunity
with tender eyes. "I'd bc-jin by giving
her a good scrubbing with warm wa
ter and yaller soap and rinse her good
till she was white as when Uncle
Willie used to drive her. Then I'd
soak her mane In warm water and
comb out all the burs and tangles till
It was white and fluffy, and I'd braid
a blue ribbon In her forelock. I'd rub
her down till she slilned like satin,
and I'd cut her fetlocks and trim her
hoofs and oil 'em, and I'd have her
new shod, and then I'd rub her down
good with liniment to take some of
the kink outer her muscles. With her
tall waving like a white plume she'd
look like one of them old battle
chargers, eh?"
"lly all your talk I reckon she would.
I s'pose I might as well do It, though,"
agreed Iorcnzo as a sop to h's rather
burdened conscience.
Ijite that afternoon a reluvenated
Daisy, as white as the tslmple flower
for which she was named, was turned
Into the daisy grown meadow to caper
awkwardly a Knit on her singularly
trim feet. The blue ribbon dangled
above her astonished good eye and
gave her a decidedly rakish appear
ance, but with her knees hidden In the
clover and daisies she looked very
handsome as she moved slowly to and
fro, nipping daintily with her worn
teeth and soft white nose. Jacob
Keene stotnl afar ami looked on her
snow white form with tears in his
eyes and was not ashamed. To hlra
she was the one horse he had always
desired, and now she wou'd never b
hi.
That night at II o'clock he was called
forth by the excited hired man to Lo
renio Nettle's barnyard. "What's the
matter?" he demanded anxiously.
"She's dead," snapped I.oreno.
"That horse U dead. Thit cornea of
washing her and"
"I've done that lots of times, Mr.
Nettle," protested his h:r d man, "only
I guess you let her outdoors too soon."
"And she hasn't been raid for," went
i sti-on r.trtnrlr "I exneet I can
sell her to the soap factory for five"
"1 11 give you seventeen," said Jacob
quickly.
"Well, of all the-ril take it, cash j
now," said Lorenzo, and there fol
lowed a brief transaction that made
Jacob Keene the owner of the lng
coveted horse, only now she wc.s white
and stiff. Jacob said he would bury
Daisy in a corner of his meadow wbvre
his favorite dog was interred, and it
was a silent procession headed by the
brown mare which dragged the blan
ket on which reposed the stiff form
of Daisy.
The first thrust of a sharp spade in
Hie moonlighted turf of t!ie me:dow
happened to fiance shar; ly across
Daisy's flank, r.nd to tlie Inn or of the
onlooker she kicked r I d'y. relaxed her
stiffened muscles, shivered a- d slowly
scrambled tc her feet.
" 'Not dead, but filee; inf." " quoted
Dan Harmon under his br ath as the
disconcerted Lorenzo turred shir;;ly
about and went back to bed. "--hi e Ja
cob Keene, with 111 co icea'ed delight,
carefully led his long waited for pet
Into the comfortable stall.
The Evil Eye.
The superstition known as the
evil eyp is by no means dead as yet.
It is still universal among savages
and most semisiivngps, and in
many of the countries of Europe it
still holds sway. In gemote corners
of Russia, Austria, Italy and Bohe
mia, as well aa in other sections of
Europe, the peaKans resort to
charms to stave off the inllmMiee of
the evil eye as much as th"V did a
thousand years ago. Tlie tupersti
tion is still strong among the Arabs
and negroes of Africa, as well as
among the black people of the West
Indies and the southern states.
New York American.
A Chapel In a Mine.
One of the most remarkable
places of worship in the world is
the miners' chapel in Myndd Men
igdd colliery, Swansea, where for
more than fifty years the workers
have each morning assembled for
worship. This sanctuary is situated
close to the bottom of the shaft and
is lighted by a solitary Davy safety
lamp hung over the pulpit from
the ceiling. The oldest miner in
the colliery is generally chosen to
officiate.
Gratitude.
There is a beautiful little story in
Emerson's "Journals," of which his
son, the editor, Dr. Edward W. Em
erson, said the poet was very fond.
A certain widow was so poor that
she eked out the one thin bed cov
ering by laying an old door over
Verself and her little children.
"Mamma,'' one of the children
said one bitter night, "what do
those poor little children do who
haven't got a door to cover them ?"
Looking For Trouble.
"1 think my wife is the limit for
meeting trouble halfway."
"TTow's that?"
"Why. our baby's only six week8
old. and she's already worrying be
cause she's afraid he may marry
some girl we don't like."
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