Show I 1 OWING TO A LAME HORSE lie ile stopped for I 1 the 10 1 0 at the tho of I 1 ills 11 old arlend Ir lend e W A number of years ago before t tho nall rail road to a d was built through this section s oti I 1 asci ed to drive over my route it WAS early in june on a saturday thai that I 1 left a town not far from hero here determined if possible to reach kensington to spend sunday just after starting I 1 noticed that one ono horse was a little lame and rapidly be coming worse As evening was approach 11 ing I 1 COnc concluded ludi abhat that I 1 would ask to re main over sunday at the fl first respectable looking farmhouse that I 1 reached about fifteen minutes later I 1 came to a I 1 p place lace w with I 1 th the house hour e and ba barns ans nicely painted nod the outbuildings buildings out and fences in good order just as I 1 reached the front gate au an old man appeared with a shepherd dog running at his ills heels the barking ot of the dog an n ft a not unfriendly way called the old gent lemans attention to me I 1 told him of my dilemma and requested him to allow me to remain over the sabbath lie ile hesitated a moment and then remarked that ho lie guessed cynthia would not care after considerable trouble w I 1 got tho the lame horse borse in a roomy stall thickly bedded mr nir joslin as he told me his name was proved an expert in the care of horses hors es and soon bad had mine feeling better wo we started for forthe the house and before wo we reached the door jt it was opened from the inside by a young girl who said in a clear voice grandpa you are late hupper has been ready some time just then I 1 stepped out from the shadow of the porch and he introduced me and explained the situation to her whereupon she at once bade me welcome after ten we gathered gatli ered in the cozy parlor I 1 was surprised to see a fine line piano and a library well filled with standard works and observed two swords crossed an old canteen and a haversack evidences of a cultured taste prevailed she was a particularly good god conversa bioni tl onist and as the old gentleman aleman dozed in his old armchair we fast became acquainted quain ted the clock striking 10 awoke mr air joslin and lighting a candle he showed me to my room glancing around tho the room I 1 saw an air old fashioned album lying on tho the table and turning over its pages I 1 came across a photograph of captain n joslin with whom I 1 bunked in libby prison in 1864 it was plain enough now my host had told me his tits name was joslin and cynthia his grandchild so captain jostin joslin my old friend was ill his son and cynthia must be the daughter I 1 remembered he lie had spoken of as we walked up and down the prison floor I 1 was exchanged and left libby prison and had bad never been able to get any trace of him after breakfast as we were sitting on the porch a lull la fa the conversation gave me ft A chance to resume it by entering upon the subject then foremost in my mind gradually GroA lually I 1 turned our talk to tho the late war and mr joslin told roe me that thattie the captain was released just before lees lurrender pur render ire re camo came home broken in health and spirits never rallied but lingered along in daily suffering until god called him home in september ISM albany cor new york recorder |