THE horse's rescue. 189 



tliese deformed horses I W9s on my way to my shop. 

 Reader, I was loaded to the muzzle. It would not 

 take much to touch me off. I was the horse's sworn 

 friend, and always had been through life. Right in 

 front of Bob Col well's place of business, the boss of 

 this town at that time, I met Jack Racker, the cat's- 

 paw general of all the dirty work that was to be done. 

 He said to me, *'Doan, they are going for you." 



'' What have I been doing now, and who is ' they ' 

 this time ?" 



'' The authorities of the town." 



" Bob Colwell, what is the charges ?" 



" Well, I sat up-stairs in my house writing for the 

 paper, and I could see you hoeing in your garden all 

 day. They are going to arrest you for violating the 

 Sunday laws." 



"My, my! did you write about me?" 



"No." 



" You should have done so ; it would help fill up 

 the paper." 



" I told them you would be the first man up here 

 Monday morning after working all day Sunday in 

 your garden." 



" You told a lie ; there were lots of folks here when 

 I came. Jack, what do you think it will cost me?" 



'^I can't tell you." 



"Tell that great b'usiness personage 'They,' you 

 quote so much, that I will pay all the fine they can 

 get against me, and I will double it if they will let me 

 lay it out." 



"What would you do with it?" 



"I would give it to some poor widow woman that 



