Hank Monk's Favorite Horse

Panthnd, who usecl to keep the Ormsby House, tolls a goixl story on lumseli' iu coimection with thé purchase of a horse. lic was offered a horse at a reasonable figure - "a Jiorse that Hank Honk ased to drive," the cwuer said. Pant. Imnii.d mi and asked him what kind of a horse it was. "That hoss," said Mr. Monk, in a ui-awling way- "that ere hoss was always my favorite " Pantliml was in a hlirry. lie didn't wait lor furtlier particulars, but rnslied off and bought "that hoss" at once And- lie triod to start ofl', and put iii a good deal of time fcrying. The liorse was balky to tlie last deTee. rouna mm," sairt iJaiit., "he'd balk going down Jiill." Tiie bland smileof the hotel-keeper was replaced by an angry frown wlioii lio fouud Hank 'lí didn't rccoinmencl him, Pant. I woiililift recommend him for uotliin' 'cept to í'eed crows." "Why, haüg it, didn't you say that he was iavorite horse?" "Why, no, I didn't- and vou didn't wait ter Iiear what I wantod to say, ho liovv. I was a-goin' tor say that 'that hosi was in y fa vori te sal'ety-brake iu g'üin' down íiill with the coach. You see, when I eet tlie rheumatiz in my off cg I can't haudlo the brake; so Doe. Benton lic allus puts that there lioss on the wheel, and Jie's so e-v-e-r1-ast-iugly all-ilred lazy that lic lianas back all the way down hill, and holds the coach bctter'n I can. I was allfircd sorry wlien 1 hoerd Doe. had sold hun. -