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FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS SAVED.

This morning an old fellow's horses ran away near
the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and went smashing along
down Twenty-fourth Street to Bull's Head. People
thought the whole fire department was coming. Timid
men dodged with their horses to get away from the
shower of wheels and axle-trees, and old ladies screamed,
tipped over their Domestic sewing machines, and
pressed their frightened children to their bosoms. One
old man found himself directly before the frightened
horses, but it did not do him any good, as he did not
remain right side up long enough to reap any desirable
benefit from the discovery. It did not kill him, but
he looked very much discouraged.

As the old gentleman who owned the team vainly
tried after a few minutes to separate the dead horses

from the running gear, he lifted up his hands and
exclaimed:

“O dear! my wagon is broke! I wouldn't a-had
this happen for five hundred dollars. I—”

“But don't grieve, old man,” put in a sympathizing
Bull's Head man; “it didn't cost you a cent; you had
it done for nothing, so put up your money!”

And now the old fellow really thinks he has saved
five hundred dollars.