How Tom. Sannders, Of Buffalo, Did'nt Ride A Mare Twenty Miles An Hour

In these iluj-H of fuut time on Riiilways, it is uot surprising that Tom. Saunders, of Buffalo, who owns little, lazy, slow mare, that is the ridicule of hi friendo, should sieze abright idea as to how he miglit pay thotu for their ridiculo. This is the way it was doue : One reoent evening he aud soiue of these frionds were talking of horseH, when he astonished theni by offering to bet #100 that he could rido his inare 20 miles in au hour. He counted out the uiouey in a tantnli.ing way, remarked that his miro had been laughed at long euough, aud he had made uj) his miad to show what she ouuld do. It seemed like robbing Tom, so they all sald, to tako liis bet, but he insisted, and the stakes wero put in trustworthy hands. A day was ohosen for the trial, and when it came Tom led them to the Central Railroad depot, wbere the hoinely little mare was found aboard a baggage car. Toni had ticketed her for Éochester by expres, and when the train was ready to start he got on her back smiling triumphantly. He said he reckoned that he could ride that way 20 miles in an hour, unless the time table lied. Away went the train, with the referee holding his watch, and the three fellows who had joiued in the bet againBt the mare, very sorrowful of expression. About fifteen milos had been run in about hult' an hour, and Toni was grinning in anticipation of an easy viotory, wheu the car bumped over something, and he was thrown from the mare by hastily applied air brakos. An axle had buen broken, and the train waa stoppod more than an hour. Torn was not so rueful over the los of the stakes and tho failuro of bis trick as he was over his gtupidity in not thinking uf taking the mare off the car and riding the rest of the 20 as miles, thore had been ampio time to do within the hour.