Show THE LIVERY STABLE reading in tile the gazette the other lay day that a kansas livery stable had bad been burned the younger generation editing the atchison Atch lson globe asked what la Is a livery stable A livery sable dearly beloved in the days that were w was as the last resort of chivalry before it took a header into a hard liard oblivion it was at the livery stable that the decad decadent ent scions of a noble line of round table knights gathered lio be time to indulge in the boast of heraldry and tile the pomp of power sitting in III front of the east door of tile the livery stable of it a long hot summer afternoon on the old whittled bench which adorned those classic shades were gathered tile the last remnants of a mighty race here they told tales of busts ousts us and tights fights and doughty combats the perfume of the livery stable goat was heavy on the air whore where men recounted brave deeds on the field of honor and great feats of rural venery to the livery stable came the pioneer in quiring his is way into the wilderness or broken and discouraged there he stopped to inquire tile the road back to ills his difo 8 3 folks hore here quarter horses were kept and foot racers slept in the mow as aa they wandered dered through the collecting money off the rubes in crooked races from the livery stable of old and by ancient and honorable right came the candidates for sheriff why heaven only knows dut but livery stable men ot of course always wore were at the head of any posse seek ing to avenge the flouted law and so the livery alv ory stable man became the laws defender in the natural course of things tile the livery stable keeper became sheriff of the pioneer community dack back to the livery stable came the rising statesman of the courthouse having served ills hia time as sheriff as deputy Is as city marshal as constable ho he ca came me broken and disillusioned to sit whittling on the old bench and railing at the ingratitude of republics here tile the young lothario Lot harlo of the grip found guidance cul dance for ills his dallying steps as lie he pranced the primrose path with the lumber yard and peach orchard sirens pt the village here young lochinvar hired his rigs and went galloping over the rumbling floor across the sidewalk into the hard dirt road of sunday 5 afternoon seeking ills his dulcinea to return at midnight halt half asleep on the seat with the lines around tho the whip socket worn and spent and happy ready to work another week for the floeting fleeting joy of the afternoons refreshment and now its gone the livery stable of song iong and story tumbled into the brush heap of tile the past its very name spells nothing and its memory inc mory haunts only the lusty dusty cob webbed places in old and grimy hearts and so BO wo we rot and we rot and wo we rot wm allen alien white in emporia gazette |