sive heart went out to the homely little horse. He knelt down beside him and put his arm over his neck and brought the homely head close to his face. He kissed the now docile colt on his cheek and fondled his scraggly mane, and hugged him again and again.
"Oh you dear little horse. You are all mine. You are to be my pal. O what a pal of mine you will be. Why Uncle," the boy cried looking up at the Colonel with a radiant smile, "that is his name. Palo'mine."
The name was an accident, but it stuck. Not only that but this name in time became the brightest star in the constellation of Kentucky running horses.
But that was not all. Palo'mine was for four years the trusted mount of a famous trooper who never spared either himself or his beloved horse in his country's service. But his glory did not end even there. For when the flag was in great danger, and a brave army was threatened with annihila-
