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whom we are indebted for the illustrations “Yes, I know I owe you a thousand dol. and statement relative to the first passen- lars, Gerard Braman, and goodness knows ger train through the tunnel says Bro. W. I wished I didn't. But the place never '11 Hobbs of that Division ran the engine be sold with my consent. Why, man, it then called the “Charles River," which would break mother's heart. Don't you drew the train to the tunnel on that event- know all of our boys an'gals wuz born ful occasion.
here, an' we've only got John left out of
the seven ? No, Gerard Braman, the gooc Molly's First and Only Race.
Lord will pervide some way for me to save our old home if ye'll only give me a little
more time.” It was on a balmy June afternoon, in a little Massachusetts town, that hard-fisted,
“Tut, man!” replied Braman. “ Your miserly, rich old Gerard Braman walked
crops have failed this year on account of the drouth, and where under heavens can you look for a dollar to come from, I would like to know ?"
This was a staggerer for Middleton, as he knew that his relentless creditor was only telling the truth.
“You might possibly sell the mare, Molly, for a couple of hundred dollars," went on Braman. “I don't know but I would give it myself."
This touched Middleton in a sensitive part, for the mare was the idol of the fam. ily. Some few years ago he had purchased a fine thoroughbred mare of some wealthy family who had brought her from Kentucky, and the mare, Molly, was the offspring. She was possessed of a great burst of speed, but had never been trained, except an occasional trial on the road for short distances, when she invariably left her competitors far in the rear.
“Much obleeged, Mr. Braman. But Molly'll never leave the farm until we all go together. I raised her from a baby, an' she's got a warm place in old Josh Middleton's heart. Why, she'd die from homesickness if she went where she missed the apples, the little sweetmeats we give her. The geese and the hens are her playmates in the field. Any part of the farm where she can hear my call, she'll answer an' come like a streak er dark lightnin'."
At that moment John drove into the yard with the mare hitched to a rickety old wagon. Her nostrils were well open,
and the thin, pointed ears, narrow muzzle, Two-Year-Old Daughter of Bro. Fred. Aspel.
wide forehead, long barrel, thin, flat bony mier, a member of Div. 556.
legs, and long sweeping tail bespoke the
inheritance of some pure, well-bred strain into Farmer Josh Middleton's farmyard, in her blood. where he was busy stacking salt bay. The “Been racin' agin, John?” asked Midfarmer saw his approach, and his usually dleton, as he fondly eyed his pet and ruddy countenance whitened.
stroked her nose softly. “You know that you owe me $1,000 on “Yes, dad. Ye see I was comin' down this place, Middleton, and that it has been the turnpike when Mr. Dexter, the rich overdue for more'n two months. Now, man frum out West, pulled out on us with I've got a chance to sell the place for a his trotter thet Bill Jenkins says be paid a snug sum that'll leave you a few dollars, thousan' dollars for. As it was a good and why not do it? You well know that stretch I let Molly go, 'n' we beat him all you can't pay it."
holler; didn't we, Molly?” Great drops of perspiration stood on "Well, Middleton, i'll give you until Middleton's forehead as he slowly straight- the 25th day of July to pay me in full, and ened his angular form and looked the not a day longer. I mean interest and miser full in the face.
principal. Don't forget it."
MISS MAUDE ASPELMIER,
As Braman left, Mr. Dexter drove in, having followed John home, as he was bound to have the mare who had beaten him so easily at any cost.
“Good afternoon. Mr. Middleton, I suppose ?"
That's my name, as some calls me, but I like Josh better. What can I do for you?" said the farmer, whose heart weighed heavy as he remembered Braman's parting words.
“I have a horse here with a .ecord of 2:15, for which I paid a considerable sum of money. Now, as your mare can beat him so easily, I want to buy her. Name
his old enemy's clutches and save his home. Back and forth the old farmer paced, while John was crying like a baby at the thought of parting with his old companion.
Just as the farmer had about made up his mind to say yes, the mare whinnied, and rubbed her nose against his already moistened cheek. That settled it. Throwing his brawny, bared brown arm around her neck, and patting it fondly, he replied:
“You've offered more'n she's wuth, Mr. Dexter, but I can't part with her, an' I must trust to some other way of getting out of my trouble with Braman."
NEW UNION STATION, DAYTON, 0.–Photo by 0. C. Pease. your price, and make it enough, as I mean The affection exhibited for the intellito have her."
gent animal touched the wealthy Chicago“Mr. Dexter, when you drove in here, When he saw that Middleton would the man who left at the same time I owe a sooner face the mortgage than sell his pet, thousand dollars to, besides some interest, he knew that she was not for sale. and if I can't pay him on the 25th day of Mr. Dexter, after a few moments of deep July, interest and principal, away goes our thought, made a proposition to the farmer, home and everything with it—and he-he the result of which found the three men -wanted to buy Molly, but I can't sell and the inare at a half-mile track in a her. I can't sell her—it's no use."
town near by on the afternoon of the fol“I'll pay your mortgage in full tomor- lowing day. A sulky was procured by Mr. row, Mr. Middleton, if you'll give a bill of Dexter, and the mare was given three full sale of the mare to me when I hand you miles under the watch in time that caused the papers," said the farmer's visitor, a smile to settle over the Westerner's face, watching Mollie with an admiring eye. but he kept whatever pleased him to him
This offer made Middleton hold his self. breath. Here was a chance to get out of In a few days a nice bicycle sulky, and handsome pair of featherweight quarter After John Middleton had told Dexter boots with a splendid racing harness ar- and his friends privately after that heat rived from Boston, and under Mr. Dexter's that he had not driven Molly out to her experienced eye the mare was daily trained utmost they placed every dollar on Midduring the next week.
dleton's pet. It was the day of the great M. & M. The fourth heat saw the mare take the stake race in a large city in the West, pole, and with all the jockeying tricks where the winner would receive above known played against her kept it to the $6,000. There were over thirty entries finish in the fast time of 2:094. in this, the greatest trotting race of the Molly was now an even favorite in the year, and every horse but one was from pools and many were hedging on the mare the stables of well-known men.
to retrieve their lost fortunes. John was The jockeys and rubbers, as well as the wild with delight and hugged and kissed owners, were asking themselves who Josh the mare as though she understood it all, Middleton was, and his mare Molly. It and to the bystander she appeared to. was found that a nomination had been pur- Dexter, not liking the tricks played chased from a party whose entry was unfit against the mare, told John to drive the to start, but there the information ended. mare out on the next heat and shut out
Mr. Dexter had faith enough in the everyone he possibly could to pay them mare to purchase a nomination for her in for their meanness. This instruction was the great race as well as to pay the ex- followed to the letter. penses of John and the mare on the trip. A quarter in thirty Seconds, half in The old farmer shed tears when his pet 1:02/2, disposed of most of them, and was led into the car for her long journey; when the handsome unknown bay mare but, knowing that John would take care from the East swept under the wire with of her as he would his life, he was finally only one other horse inside the distance prevailed upon to let go, his consent prob- flag in 2:06 flat, a mighty shout weut up ably being hastened by a few words that from the multitude, and a costly blanket were whispered to him by Mr. Dexter. of beautiful flowers was placed on Molly as
Thousands upon thousands of people she was led away by Dexter and his filled the great enclosure upon the day of friends, while John was so delighted he the race.
Pools were sold up into the could scarcely contain himself. thousands, with the unknown mare in the When Mr. Dexter handed John a certifield for a song, as two horses of world- fied check for $20,000, being his earnings wide reputation were hot selling favorites. and contributions from admiring friends,
Mr. Dexter had secured a well-known tears of joy fell upon the kind Westerner's driver to pilot the mare, but two heats hand, and Mr. Dexter kissed Molly a fond with Molly just inside the flag changed his farewell as she started on her homeward mind. Dexter had bought the field heav- trip from her first and only race, as nothily, as he was sure of the gameness of the ing would prevail upon the farmer to mare, but he saw that a new driver had either sell or race her again.-Geo. A. made her nervous and she was not acting Baker, in Cleveland Leader. like herself.
Giving John careful instructions about track rules, he saw him get on the sulky
Taken for Granted. with some trepidation, fearing the boy's inexperience would count against him. “Lizzie, child, come down this instant!
The two favorites were leading at the What do you mean by being so unladyhalf-mile post well clear of the bunch, like? Sitting on the topmost rail of that when a dark streak was seen to creep out fence! of the mass and join the leaders, who had The damsel addressed came down from gone the half in 1:04%. A blanket might her high perch, and throwing one arm have covered the three as they swung into
over the neck of the little brown pony, the home stretch, coming with the speed walked demurely by his side, while the of the wind.
old judge sat in grim state on his back. John had taken the outside position, and They were very like, this father and moving like a piece of machinery, Molly daughter. swept under the wire a good winner byaneck. Lizzie was his youngest, and though she
Dexter and his friends, whom he let into had attained the age of 18, she was still the secret, carried John bodily to the childishi in her ways. stable in their arms, and with coats off The judge placed his hand tenderly on worked on the mare until she was thor- the little, curly head. oughly cooled out and rested. The betting “ Where has my little daughter been?" public were all at sea, but while some of “Oh, I have been up to the hall talkthem placed their money on the unknown ing with the housekeeper and wandering horse the next heat, the most of them through the great rooms, and, oh, papa, stuck by their favorites,
she really took me into the beautiful conservatory, and I saw such lovely flaming passion flowers and the great creamy mag; nolia blossoms, and, dear me, I can't tell you of all the lovely things.
“Then I walked down the road to meet you, and I was so tired that I sat down on the fence to rest.
“Oh, papa, don't you wish we lived in such a nice place as the hall? It is such a grand old mansion."
She was suddenly stopped by seeing a gentleman approaching from the opposite side of the road.
“Mr. Ray, I believe." The judge bowed.
You know there are the best rooms to be papered and cleaned and our pink dresses to be made against Herbert St. Leon's arrival."
“But, my dear," began the old gentleman,”' just like your papa to never think of this at all."
“Well, I shall see that he is put in the little room over the kitchen. He will never know the difference,” and Blanche sank back into a studied attitude on the sofa, wondering if handsome Bert St. Leon would fancy her lovely pink morning dress that she had made for his special benefit, for, of course, he would stop at their house
C., H. & D. ENGINE AND CREW.—Bro. John Ryan, a member of Div. 358, Engineer. Photo by 0. C.
Pease, Dayton, O. "Agent for the St. Leon place?" . during the time in which the repairs were "Yes, sir."
being made at the hall. “I came to see you in regard to it, The door of the dining-room was ajar, and-"
and Mr. Hartley, standing before the fire “And you are Mr. St. Leon's confiden- in the little parlor, heard it all. tial clerk, Mr. Hartley! I believe I re- This, then, was the welcome home that ceived a letter from him today informing the wanderer received after roaming five me that you would arrive this week. Yes, years in a distant clime. The tears glisyes; conie right up to the house, and we tened in his lashes and a bright drop fell will talk over the repairs. Shall we begin to his hand. them immediately ?"
“Mr. Confidential Clerk, you are cry“What! My letter but just arrived ? ing,” and Lizzie pushed the white kitten Singular!”
from her lap and came over to his side,
laying her dimpled hand on his arm. “Papa, you don't mean to say you have am sorry you heard them, but never mind; brought him home—a confidential clerk? I'll be your friend.”