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Show Brgh and a Balky Horae. There la one atory about th lata Henry llergh which. It la believed, Is now for tho flrnt time In print. Whll walking aliout tho at recta of Now York city 0110 morning, he lit a teaniator whipping a balky horae. "Stop that, you brute!" he exclaimed, ex-claimed, "or I'll have you locked up Inalde of five nilnutea! Why don't you try kludncaa on the animal? Don't you Riipiioau a horae can bo reached by a kind word, the aame aa a human bolng?" "I believe ye're right, or," replied the teumattr, a qulck-wlttrd Irishman, who, with all hla fault of temper, wna not a bail man at heart; "an' If a hurao ha fuelln'a, or, dou't ye a'pone th' dbrlver hus, too? Thry a kolnd wor rd on th' dbrlver. If yo plaao." The stern face of Mr. llergh relaxed luto a smile, and In the bettor understanding under-standing that followed tho horse for got that It waa balking and started off In a trot. Youth'a Companion. |