The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1882-06-22
Vol. XVIII.

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telegraph station is ten miles
away. Before any one could go
there Charles will have left, and
once oa the water nothing can
reach him. God help US! The
first news be hears the other side
! the Atlantic will break his heart +
Fred stood an instant, with bis
bright glance fixed on his CON-
panion's face.
Isn't there time to reach
| Northport?' be asked, -.
There's not horse IN the town
could do it, was the reply.
Fred's eyes lightened. 'Thun-
derbolt could be said, quickly,
| sand, Mrs. Morris, I will ride him.
| Clara's father shall know
The boy started away, but be
! was followed and his arm caught,
| as Mrs. Morris cried:
He will throw you'll You know
you are afraid Of him You
| must not do it! And you couldn't
| reach there
There's q chance of my doing
it, isn't there p he turned to ask.
Just G chsnce.'
:And no time 70 lose I cried Fred,
as be bounded toward the barn.
It was true that Fred was afraid
| of 'Thunderbolt,' for the colt had
kicked him when be had first
| come to the farm, and Fred had
naturally felt a little timld after
| ward, for his health had not been
| robust enough to enable him to
| overcome fear as be otherwise
would have done.
When the boy entered the harm,
shrill 1binny greeted him, and
a long, black head, with big, wild
looking eyes, was turDed toward
| him from one Of the stalls. Fred,
| as be he'd said, had no time to
lose. He could not atop to think
| whether he wished to so in the
stall Or not. Lie stepped in quick
Is, with the tridle on his arm,
and in two minutes more the sad
| die was on the borse's back, and
| the boy bad flung him on also
| and gathered up the reins. lie
! knew how fierce Of temper the
young horse was, and he knew
that it might take the notion 10
stop and kick ami throw himself
about, so that he might unseat his
rider, and he knew also that
'rhunderbolt,' if be chose, might
cover ten miles in so short q time
that he might hope to reach
] Northport in season.
! Mrs. Morris, sitting by the in.
sensible girl heard the rush OF The
horse's feet, as they went out
of the yard, and an inaudible
prayer was in her heart. She
glanced ut the clock which was
ticking on the mantcl, and she
told herself the thing the boy was
trying 10 do was Impossible.
There was not q braveF boy for
many mile than Fred Appleton,
| and he had made up his mind that
it should take a very powerful
effort to get him off Of Thunder
BOLTS back. Had be been more
robust in health he might have en-
Ijoyed this furious start. AS it
was, after 2 few moments. when
1.-The colt had settled down into its
tremendous stride, Fred grew ac.
customed to thus cleaving the sui
try sir, and sat more securely,
while be felt that savage exulta-
tion which comes to one who sits
on an animal who seems to have
power to annibilate space.
| Fred flung up bis hand and ut
tered a shrill whoop. He was
monarch of a force as good as any
| 10 the Arabian Nights He would
not exchange his seat Oh 'Thun-
| derbolt' tor any magical git IN
that book. At the sound of his
cry the colt Iurched forward still
faster and snorted, as if the heavy,
fragrant atmosphere were some
thing which made him drunk.
The boy told bimselfthat be must
reach Bucket village by q certain
time and Bucket village was half
way to Northport. 1t was q place
| where the whole business was the
making of wooden pals of differ
| ens kinds. Now, just before be
came TO q sharp turn in the road,
there emerged from round the
corner the first of three tall, long
wagons, piled high with wooden