Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1882-03-08

The colt was not hall broken W any
way. H. knew nothing Of leaping
but he saw that there was an obstacle
before him aud his instinct was TO jump
over II.
lle few on he gathered his four
legs under him, he rose In the air like
some winged thing, and, rs ifuPborne'
he went over the tree aud landed Oh the
other side without having touched a
twlg Of II.
As for Fred, was there any breath
loft In himf lIo thought that II did
not come back for several minutes after
the horse had landed but hc was con-
sciou. Of q swelling sense Of magnificent
triumph,
Tho colt was as wet rs II hc had
been in tho water; the pcrspiration
dropped oil him as he went and his
blazing eyes protrudcd and seemed to
emit sparks.
Three minutes later, and horse and
rider had entered tho outskirts OF
Northport. Thundcrbolt was running
now, Everybody stood and gazed' 1t
was as il some demon horse had gone
by. Did he have wings, or was il
mortal steedT'
In two minutes more they had reach
ed the depot. Fred was off his back
almost before the animal had stopped
and had dashed into the station.
"Telcgraph !" he gaspcd out to the
clerk, who instantly put himself in
readiness, seeing how urgent was the
case. Telegraph to Charles Roth
Wharf of Cunard Steamers, East Bos-
ton. Clara is ill. Come back. Have
you got III?
The clerk nodded.
"Makc it go, then. I'll watt"
whispered the boy, and he gave his
name, and then sank back helpless and
trembling on set.ee. The reaction
had come. Something eurgled up to
his lips. lie fumbled for his handker-
chief. He heard some one say:
"Nlcrcy What's the matter with the
boy!" And then he had his handker-
chief to his mouth and saw that the lin
ell was stained with blood.
He dimly knew that two or three
people hurried to him. He smclled
hartshorn and tasted of brandy, but he
was not conscious of thinking of any
thing but "Would Mr.. Roth get it!'
Some questions were asked him. but
he did not try to reply.
Outside, half dozen men were
clustered about the dripping and pant
ing horse.
How much time passed Fred did not
know. He was layed on lounge and he
was willing to lie very quietly. No
more blood came, and he dropped into
kind of dozc. He started up instant
|ly, however, when he heard voice
saying: "Here's your answer"
He took the paper and read:
"Am coming. c. Roth
"Now, I'll CO." said the boy, get
ting ON his feet. "Where's Thunder
boltY"
"You are not going on the horse,"
said man, speaking with authority.
"I'll take you in my buggy"
1t was the doctor who had been
summoned and who carefully questioned
Fred as they rode homeward, the colt
having been put in stable until he
should be called for.
Contrary to the doctors fears, Fred
was not i'll, although he had to be very
quiet for week or two. When he
reached the house and was allowed to
tell Clara himself that her father had
not sailed and that he was coming to
her, he thought the look on her face
paid him for his journey. When, the
next day, he saw the girl lying in her
fathers arms, he was more than ever
glad.
81 should never have forgiven my
self if had sailed" said Mr.. Roth to
the boy. 81 owe you more than I can
tell. The doctor says Clara's joy at
my return has given him hope that
her system may rally from the injury"
The gentleman was holding Fred's
hands in both his own, as he spoke,
and his eyes were glistening.
"Thunderbolt won J" said Fred,
gayly. snow l think of it, it really
seems as if did not ride q horse, but
some sort of imp in the shape of one.-
Nothing else could have made such
time, though"
When next Fred went near the colt,
it was evident the animal was glad to