FAYE HUNTINGTON. HOW FATHER CURED HIS HORSE. "WELL," exclaimed Reuben the story-teller, "father always wanted a horse, because the folks in Greene lived scattered, and he had so far to go to attend funerals, weddings and visit schools; but he never felt as if he could afford to buy one. But one day he was coming afoot from Hildreth, and a stranger asked him to ride. "Father said: 'That's a handsome horse you're driving. I should like to own him myself.' "'What will you give for him?' said the man. "'Do you want to sell?' says father. "'Yes, I do; and I'll sell cheap, too,' says he. "'Oh, well,' says father, 'it's no use talking; for I haven't the money to buy with.' "'Make an offer,' said he. "'Well, just to put an end to the talk,' father says, 'I'll give you seventy-five dollars.' "'You may have him,' says the man; 'but you'll repent of your bargain in a week.' "'Why, what ails the horse?' says father. "'Ails him? If he has a will to go, he'll go; but, if he takes a notion to stop, you can't start him. I've stood and beat that horse till the sweat ran off of me in streams; I've fired a gun close to his ears; I've burned shavings under him. But he wouldn't budge an inch.' "'I'll take him,' says father; 'what's his name?' "'George,' said the man. "'I shall call him Georgie,' said father. "Well, father brought him home, and we boys fixed a place for him in the barn, and curried him down and fed him well, and father said, 'Talk to him, boys, and let him know you feel friendly.' "So we coaxed and petted him, and the next morning father harnessed him and got into the wagon to go. But Georgie wouldn't stir a step. Father got out and patted him, and we brought him apples and clover-tops; and once in a while father would say, 'Get up, Georgie,' but he didn't strike the horse a blow. By and by he says: 'This is going to take time. We'll see which has the most patience, you or I.' So he sat in the wagon and took out his skeletons"-- "Skeletons?" said Poppet, inquiringly. "Of sermons, you know. Ministers always carry around a little book to put things into they think of when they are out walking or riding or hoeing in the garden.