White Horses And Luck

"The car behind me will carry three or four more passengcrs than I will," said a Fourth avenue Street car driver to a New York Herald man the other day, as I stood on the front platform on a down-town trip. We had just passed two young women who were on a corner and were evidently waiting for a car. "They'll take the next car," the driver continued, "and between here and the city hall I'H pass one or two more who won't geton this car." "What's the matter?" I asked. "Do they know the conductor and do not like to ride on his car, or what is it?" "Why, it's the horses." was the answer. "Don't you nee these nacrs iwe white? There aro lots and lots of people in this town who wouldn'tbe hired to ride behind a white horse. They think it's bad luck, and no matter how big a hurry they are in they'll always vvait for a car that isn"t drawn by white horses." I said somethin.? about "s'.iperstition" and the foolishness of per:ons who stopped to think about the color of a car horse when the driver interrupted me. "I'm not so sure about that." he exolaimed. "I've been running1 a car more than ten years and never had many acoidents, but wliatever bad luck I have had has been when I was driving white horses. I know a dozen drivers who don't like to get behind such a team as this, and every one of them has good reason for it, too. There's lots of garublers and men who bet on horse races who are like those two women - you couldn't make them ride behind white horses when tbey are going to the races."