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Show now.' said the man, laughing. But he took the sugar and gave it to the poor animal, who was so pleased with it, that he rolled it over and over on his tongue, and licked his mouth, and seemed to enjoy it greauy. When the men had waited" until he had finished it, they got into the wagon, pulled the reins, said "Get up;" and the pleased horse "got up" and went on. Charley came in, shivering, but delighted. "If I were that man," said he, "I would always carry a lump of sugar in my pocket when I had to drive that horse on a cold morning. And now," continued he, "I would like a lump myself." And he got it. E. G. The True Story of a Horse. One bitter cold morning last winter, as I was standing with my little Charley at the front pailr window, I saw a quite old horse coming down the street, drawing a light wagon, and driven by a neatly dressed young man. They came on, until they were justtin front of our house, when the horse stopped, backed the wagon up to the curbstone, curb-stone, and refused to go any further. The young man tried to urge the horse, but the horse would not go; then he sat , and waited patiently, speaking kindly; then he jumped out, pulled off his gloves, and patted the horse, and rubbed him, and took hold of his bridle to lead him. It was of no use; so he got up on the seat again, and hit him with the whip, saying, "Get up!" as loud as he could. But he could not force the horse to move; so he got out, and rubbed and patted him again, whistling, and swinging his arms to keep himself warm, for the air was very keen and At last, after a long struggle, when he found the horse would not go an inch for him, he sent to the stable for the groom, who came hurrying down to see what he could do. Together they worked, first coaxing, coax-ing, then whipping, again and again, but all to no purpose; for the poor animal would not go one step. At last, I became very restless at the sight of so much useless beating, and said to my little boy: "Charley, go down to the cook, and tell her that mamma wants her to give you a lump of sugar as large as your hand." "And what shall I do with it, mamma?" said he. "Take it out to the man, and ask him to give it to the horse," was my reply. Charley was pleased with the errand, and going quickly to the cook, he got the sugar, and carried it out "Mister, mister!" v I herd him say, "here is some sugar to sweeten that old horse, and make htm go. Give it to him." "My old horse is as sweet as honey |