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Show FRIDAY, APRIL THE SUN, PRICE, UTAH 1, 1927 PAGE TEN EVERY FRIDAY waa 111 for mii.ic ilioijiIis, atid when to care for he recovered eui' tile clilul, she gave it UVi.--l of I ci' I"1''-Vermmiii flu found that her to wliuiii iidiiliilioii and dciiioii-iruiiv- e In .ippl'eiin'.ii!l were the bre.itli of the life, was seeking cbewheie WAS POLLOCKS FOLK ifses liio-li:iu- l. rx (r-r-l.l.v- I 'I lie Pollock's Folly bus driver never to to tbe rtiliit neg-levie- stills-Iio'lin- lnm.-- e mi the mation tu new Hrrlvuls aa to points of Interest In the little town of It.tcUby-Thhouse of graceful architecture, and spurious ('rounds had unmet li'ng of the forlorn look of a sldiM-vpiir son with Its luiurib-d-nwindows, and the pahitless walls, arid Naked gates completed the usitcct of desolation. "No, there ulnt anybody living there, never Inis hern, hr went on. It ain't even finished Inside. Some folks my Its huiiuied, hut I don't believe thut. 'cause It's never been lived in. You are Stephen Pollock sinned building the house, when ull of a sudden everything stopped. It muMu't have been for lack of money, 'cause that's Ilia paper mill you saw Just before you come In on the train, and It hud heeu running steady for quite a spell before that. No one ever knew whether he was building tbe Imuse to rent, or whet lifer he mount to get married and' live in It himself, for! Polkind lock's one of ttieiu that you couldn't get a word out of with blasting (towder If he didn't want to talk. There waa plenty of offers to buy, but Pollock Just said It wasn't for sale, and keeps to himself when hes here, nnd It's more'n- ten years since work stopped on that place. "Yes, Pollock mast be all of forty-lir- e now. He wasn't so awful young when he sturted to build. He's fair and square to hla men, and they all swear by him." Whnt waa the mystery of the house on the lillll One of the imsscngera to whom the bus driver told the story later on came into possession of the facta, and here they are: Marion Burrows, losing both parents when child, had been taken In charge by an aunt In Boston, who mas totally Incapable of underand standing the romantic, nature of the glrk rather Though only in moderate circumstances, she sent Marian away to a fashionable boarding school to get her off her hands. The girl came back, prettier, more attractive, and If anything. more unmanageable than ever. At nineteen the art craze took possession of her. she had visions of a career, and haunted studios. One day she met Pollock, whom young novelist had brought to a reception. The vivid, responsive nature of the girl appealed to the quiet, serious man. He managed to be Introduced at her home, and It was easy to construe the mennlng of his frequent visits. Marian grew to love the handsome, distinguished-lookinmnn, and finally said yes to Ills suit Her sunt regarded the match aa highly advanand waa correspondingly tageous, bill when giving infor- Exuine Heines e s close-mouthe- d - hlgh-atrun- g, self-wille- g I XQEZtS3&U J&XZXZf 2ZDEAZjnr 4 GC&V&AZ &fi?RmAZKS By ELMO 8COTT WATSON dog may be our most faithful but even he ran never displace the affection of mankind that d of all animals, the About every so often some 111 advised prophet arises to declare m--m. gloomily that the motor age Is about to mark the passing for all time of faithful Old Dobbin. But strangely enough Old Dobbin refuses to be doomed. He keeps right on plodding along as he has for centuries, proving himself indispensable in a host .of ways und refusing to allow any man-mad- e contraption by Its popping, smoking multlcylln-dere- d snlvos to frighten him away from his place beside iiiun In getting the worlds work done. The ;horse Is nut losing ground to the gasoline engine. He Is more than holding his own. No lessen authority tlmn Wayne Dlnsmore, secretary of the Horse Association of America, pointed out at the ennuul meeting of thut organisation that at the close of l.rjtj there had been four outstanding accomplishments of the yeur as regards the horse. These , were an incrense in breeding of horses and mules In those stales having the best type of foundation stock, an Improvement in the attitude of city users toward horse-draw- n vehicles, a murked improvement In the position of farmers toward the use of horses and mules and a rapid gain in the numbesa of horses for polo, general riding, exhibition and commercial purposes. Here Is the opinion of soother expert J. O. Williams, chief horse huahandryman for the United States Department of Agriculture. He says: Many signs Indicate that the horse as an institution Is no longer on the down grade In this country. The best one of these signs is the growing use of the horse for riding not riding to get somewhere, as in former times, but for sheer IalIIE pleased. the white horse which Napoleon rode One day he told Marian of the pretat the battle of Waterloo, and Copenhagen, the ty home he was building for hen In handsome chestnut steed which bore upon Its Rackley. A shadow passed over her back on that momentous day the victor, duke of fuce. Wellington God's humbler Instrument, though Do you mean that we are to live of that glorimeaner should share the four-foote- ous day. pleasure and esthetic and physical benefit Five years ago an estimate of 100,000 horses maintained in tills country for pleasure riding alone would have been a liberal one. At present It Is conservative to say that SbO.OOO horses are kept solely for that purpose. And the numlter Is increasing rapidly with the result that the breeding of good horses has been stimulated. In fact a serious short-g- e of horses probably Impends, in a year or two horses may be riding a boom as striking as the recession which for a time seemed almost to threaten the continued existence of trained horses on a large scale in this country. Quite aside from the economic factors which might save Old Dobbin from extinction, there Is the matter of sentiment which undoubtedly will stave off Impending doom for many, many years. In fact, man's sentimental attachment for his horse has always been second only to his attachment for members of his family or some other human being and no other animal, with the possible exception of the dog, ran claim such a strong bond of affection. To the white man, the custom among many Indian tribes of slaying a dead warrior's favorite horse on his grave, may have seemed a hit queer. Tet the following news story which went out over the wires only last December Indicates that red man and white are brothers under the skin where a horse la concerned: ' The Pullra. Ors. The strong friendship of a man score of years for bis horss. developed through In a lonely homestead In the Monler hills, has ended In death for P. 3. Frederlckson and Polly, companion. Frederlckson hla died first, and his lest request was that four of his neighbors dispatch Polly aa humanely as possible. Ho did not want the animal to fall Into less hla The reports of four rifles kindly bands than the Moaler hills Friday and echoed through Predarlckson'a last wlnh had bean fulfilled. Accord - i twenty-two-year-o- ld glory clay, ' America, too, has Ita roll of honor of horses who have played a distinguished part In mnklng history. Although history has not preserved the nnme of the "steed flying fearless and fleet" one night some hundred and fifty years, ago, no one ever thinks of Paul Revere without thinking of the horse which bore him when the fate of a nation ' was riding thnt night.1"- another of hero Then there was the .horse fomous ride.' Remember: ' ' . - "JRIgZfZl Marengo, .fejga! ' d . car&utc&g-cr.Kfo&na 6 AK3arry , x . ' tng to tho ranchers who carried out tholr neighbor's request, Frederlckson had raised the animal from colthood. The man's last act before ha died, they said, was to feed and bed down his aqulne partner." Out in Hawaii near an army post veteran of more than thirty years of active service is browsing in n pleasant pasture, secure perhaps in the knowledge that the peace and comfort due an old soldier is to be his until his death. Ills name is "Whiskers and be was Just a troop horse In Uncle Sam's cavalry, but he Is typical of a long list of these faithful mounts for whom the troopers themselves have decreed a peaceful old age and for whom tbe troopers are willing to dig deep In their pockets to assure it But lest yon think that it is Only the soldier who thus rewards the comrade of hla battle days, read thla Item which appeared In tbe newspapers the other day: four-foote- d Pueblo. Colo. A "green grass" pension has been awarded to II horses which have drawn laundry wagons bars for many years. They were retired In favor of motorised equipment. The owners decided the steads had served thalr time in the harness and placed them In a large pasture. Go down Into Kentucky and visit some of the farms In the Bine Grans country, famous for Its thoroughbreds, where you can see the ease and luxury to which some of the kings and queens of the tnrf have been retired when their racing days were over. Visit Faraway farm In Fayette county, owned by Elisabeth Dalngerfleld, and aee the royal state In which Man O War, called by experts the greatest race horse of all time, lives. Or visit tbe great Hamburg riace farm on the Winchester pike near Lexington, the property of John E. Madden, where they will show you "The Beating riace of Celebrities, where Ilea Nancy Hanks, 2:04 worlds champion trotter from 1802 to 1804; Major Delmar, 1:50; Hamburg Belle, 2:01. and Silicon, 2:13. There also He the thoronghbreda Ida Tlckwlck, known as the "Queen of the West; Ogden, Plaudit. Star Shoot, for five consecutive years the running world's leading sire; the "Black Whirlwind" Imp, credited with having won 00 races, thus earning the title "Queen of the East," and Lady Sterling, famous ns the ilnm of Sir Barton and Sir Martin. Thus doc man honor and cherish hla friend, the horse, even In death. In fact the honor roll of horses who deserve to be remembered by mnn Is a long imp nnd ninny of them are world famous.. There was Bucephalus, the famous charger and companion of the great Alexander, who conquered the world and then sighed for more worlds to conquer. There was there?" she asked. Why, of course; my bnslnesa la there. Why, dear?" "Oh, nothing," she Raid, changing the subject . to hide her disappointment. The more shq thought of burying herself, as she called it. In the little town, the mere distasteful' did it become. Then it eftme upon her she did ndt bSve this man . ns ' she had thought she did, or she would follow , ' him to the end of the earth; Sheridan! Hurrah for Hurrah! At this crucial moment Marco Hurrah! Hurrah, for hors and mpn! And when their statues are placed on high. Torinl appeared on the scene. lie Under the dome of the Union sky; had sung at a great charity- concert, The American soldier's Temple of Ferns, . . was the Hon of the hour; His nnd name,' There, with the glorious general's Be It said. In letters both bold end bright: lienutlful tenor voice was filling the Hers Is the steed that saved the day studios when Marian paused ut the By carrying Sheridan Into the fight, door. The glory of It took her by From Winchester twenty miles away! storm. She seemed In such a spell Unfortunately the poet's words were not she did not oven Join In the 'nppluuse prophetic for It Is doubtful If one American out of the other guests. The young Italian's words and manof ten can tell you the nnme of Sheridnn's mount on that historic day In October, 1S04. (Incl- - ner completed the fascination, nnd dentally, the writer of this article had to search Marian went home in a kind of dream. through half a dozen volumes before discovering Torinl. charmed by her appreciation, ended In falling In love with her. It.) The "steed as Mack as the steeds of night bore the name of RlenxL He hnd been presented to Marian, carried off her feet by the Sheridan by Captain Can bell, of the Second nrdent, romantic Inveniaklng of the Michigan cavalry, had carried the general through Italian, after three weeks' acquaint Petero-bur- g mice, eloped with Torinl. They were nearly all the battles from the Rapldan to was married and sailed Immediately for He wounded. been and had several tlmea g powerful animal, so nimble of foot that It was London. Pollock sat all night with the letter aid be could walk five miles an honr. Not only has Blend's name been forgotten, but after be ehe had written hint In hla hand. . In died he was sadly neglected. The stuffed body of the morning with a drawn, white face, the black charger several years ago was found as though shaken by years, he rose, abandoned In a shed at Governor1 Island, New put the letter away, and went about York, In a rather delapldated condition, but It baa the day's work. Strong, deep nntures like Pollock's since been restored and, bearing tbe original saddle and bridle, which Rlenxl wore that historic day. It do not cry out with their hurt, but It sinks farther, and stays longer for now stands In the National museum In Washthe repression. Beyond Marlon's nunt ington. Boston who hnd known A Civil war charger that Is even more famous und the few In no one ever heard of the engagement, Lee's tbe General Traveler, than Rlenzl was from Stephen Pollock. Work master Its bore anything which safrty little gray stocky waa stopped on the pretty house, and through all the bloody conflict from 18(12 to the the windows boarded up. Closed up, comhis became then and war dally end of the too. seemed the affectlnual side of his claimed the death great finally until panion was not embittered, but leader. At hla masters funeral the horse was nature, lie seek much the society of Is said that when he did not It and hearse to the close placed men In his factory Still the women. from out church tbe carried the cofllp was him. loved Traveler put his nose on It and whinnied InquirMeanwhile what of the girl who hnd ingly. Traveler survived General Lee two years. thla buvor In hla life? In wrought In Vs. now Lexington, skeleton is preserved His waa quite aa much the Turin! London KanIn the Dyche museum of the University of in Araerlcu. The round of as fashion faof another skin mounted the sas la preserved dinners and all kinds of mous horse, lie ! Comanche, the rlayhnnk sorrel receptions, which caught the young couple gayety In battle the fatal Miles Keogh ridden by CapL seemed to the girl a dream whirl Its In of the Little Rig Horn, where General Custer's visited the great of They falrylnnd. out tbs by Seventh cavalry was nearly wiped capitals, and In Paris a Sioux and Cheyenne. Comanche, bleeding from European was born to them. Marian seven wounds and barely able to stagger about; daughter wns the onlv living thing found on that awful Wouldn't it lie interesting to know field a few days after the battle when General He was ten- how many thousand citizens of Xew Terry's relief column- - appraqrkril. derly eared for and wherever the Seventh ravnlry York City are wishing right now that went thereafter Comanche went with it. but no they livrd where they could dig a can man ever sat on his bark agnln. Comanche died of fishing worms f at r(pe old age while the regiment was stationed Legal blanks of ail kinds. The Sun. at Fort Hilry. . ..! - . - of h!s vvo.iicn (bni. n III fluttered in, in J teiiipi-iMiueiilu- l n -. -' Foolish coin-idewife became a I bird-rat- e tinn. Her life with him grew to be Ihtiileriible, but they were now (jving In bis own home in Italy, and sin1 knew If she left him they would take the child from her, and even should she succeed In getting away with th little one, she hnd no money of hci own, so while she knew unolher woman was more to lilm than she had been for years, she wns forced, to gj on living. Ills wife In name only. At eight years of age the Hide Kjl died, and Marian then determined al all hazards to leave her l..iFiiinl. While lie hail made a great deal of money, the life he had been leading ! laid made nwuy with the most of it. iiiol had sdso its effect on his voice so that lie wns mi lunger drawing t Me large amount he laid cnmiimmicd. Murlun laid some vnlunlile Jewels, and'.with a little money she imd saved, she left Italy, and sailed for America. Her aunt had never answered her letters, ami she feared to face her. But she nerved herself up to mnke the She discovered her aunt had gone, and she was unable to trace her. She found one or two of the old friends, but she shrank from meeting thoHe to whom she might have to explain. Her aad experience had made her more serious and thoughtful, but It had only touched with a gentler, tenderer charm the beauty of her face. It was nearly two years since she had returned, and Marian began to awake to the fact that her amull store of money waa nearly exhausted. She tried to think what she could do to earn her living. Finally ahe advertised for a position aa a companion. Thinking her foreign name might be a drawback, she called herself Mrs. Torrence. The letters ahe received were moat discouraging, bnt at last there waa one which seemed promising. She called at the appointed time on the lady, Mrs. Cromer, whom ahe found In a boarding house In a good part of the dty. Mrs. Cromer, good natured and middle-ageImpressed her favorably. "You aee, It's like this," said the lady. "I'm going to live In a country town. I shall be all alone, and shall not know anyone In the place. 1 don't know of anybody to take wiili me. Its going to lie lonesome and small pay, but you said it was mostly a home you wanted' Yes," broke in Marian, "thats ll. I think I should like to go." So It waa settled ; she waa to leave with Mrs. Cromer the next week When she waa told the name of thi place waa Rackley, she gave a lltth start, but what did it matter? N one knew her there. Pollocks Folly" had suddenly taken on a new lease of life. A force of . workmen were going In and out, and the transformation waa the talk of the town. The owner must be Intending to bring a bride; but when the middle-age- d Airs. Cromer, and her companion moved In, Rackley was again disappointed. You aee, said Mra Cromer to Marian, I. have just the dearest cousin In the. world. When my fortune went to smash, and he found me in u boarding house, he said : Now there's that empty house of. mine going to ruck 'a and ruin, and you without a selfish. If you'll live there. I'll fix Well. I Jumped ut it." Ami It up she told the girl liuw the woman lie had lured had left him, and the house ' lie had meant for her had been far years too sacred a place to be ever entered by anyone. Site (I'd not mention Ms nume, but the story set Marian wondering. "Isn't such a love a wonderful mused the lady. And to thing? think that girl wasn't worthy of It "No, she wasn't," answered Marian, but ahe was young uud foolish." The other woman looked up qulek-ly- . Why, did you know her?" ahe asked. You said she was young, didn't you?" said the girl evasively. "Why, there he la now ! cried Mrs. Cromer, and the next moment Marlun wan face to fuce with Pollock. Roth covered the shock of meeting as quietly aa possible with commonpluce greetings. but Mrs. Cromer saw that something unusual had happened, and soon mude an excuse to leave them alone. 1 haven't any right, she said, "to even think you core to know, but" And she told him the whole miserable story of the last ten years. Oh. 1 came to know to realize how foolish how niad I had been, she added brokenly, bnt It waa too late. Yea too lute, he Raid. And with no more words he went It seemed strange to Marian that he should be living In the place wldeh had been so lovingly consecrated to her, only as an Interloper. She found herself watching and listening for the aound of hla voice: but days and weeks went by and he did not return Oue morning she saw In the newspaper which hud Just come lit a notice of the deutb of the noted tenor. Marco Torinl. Tliere was to her no sorrow d. . Imme-r-it- . In the news, only a reeling of libera- tion. She went out lu a secluded corner of the garden to be alone. Suddenly a voice broke the alienee. Pollock's voice, speaking to a workman. She started to go back, when lie strode up quickly, dctulnlng her. Marian." he said. "I have been thinking It may not be too lute. ' Into her eyes be Luew that he was r'.gliL Loi-kiu- a |