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Show "CONVERTED" A HORSE ANYWAY. Last fall one of Brigham's enthusiastic en-thusiastic politicians hied himself into the wild and woolly western part of Boxelder to convert the enemy. The place is sparsely settled set-tled and the drives between towns are long and wearisome. In his frantic desire to ''keep dales'' he overestimated the strength of one of his jaded horses, and finally the poor brute dropped dead. One of our big-hearted western farmers came to the relief of tho ballled stumper; loaned him a fine nag; the dates were kept and the Brigham-ite Brigham-ite finally returned home with the borrowed horse of course. Last week a party of gentlemen from Brigham happened out in the same part of the county. Kight or ten months had elapsed since the episode narrated above. They were accosted by the big-hearted farmer, now wild with righteous rage, who had kindly loaned the use of his horse to the politician in the ditch, "Say. what kind of a hasn't returned my horse yet, or even hinted that he would?" |