LITTLE GIRL SOLVED THE PROBLEM.
A STREET-CAR horse on the Ninth Avenue line balked at Forty-sixth Street last night. A crowd collected, and the passengers got out of the car. The driver brought his whip down across the horse's back without effect. A stout man who had just stepped off the car said, "Don't do that; I'll get him started." He rubbed the horse's nose, patted him on the neck, and talked persuasively, all without result. By this time four cars were stalled. Somebody suggested oats, another kerosene, a third a patrol wagon. Another held a burning newspaper under the horse. Still it didn't move. At last a girl of about thirteen pushed her way thru the crowd and said, "Say, mister, if you'll ring the bell twice the horse will think somebody just got off, and he'll go ahead." The conductor pulled the bell and the passengers had to run to catch the car.—Our Dumb Animals.