The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-12-06
WILD NAN.
CHAPTER I.

SAAN GN As
 Judge Cobbleson, an eminent jurist- all judges ars-among other good traits, warmly admired the truth. Every mem- ber of the Daniel Lam bert club, social organization of two hundred and forty pounders, were always glad when the time came for the judge to entertain the meet ing. The following is the last paper read by him:
 Shortly after arriving in Arkansaw, then territory, was appointed prose- cutting attorney of one of the districts. Of course, being young and not over-wise, l was ambitious. Sometimes would have to ride horseback fifty miles to discharge my duties. There is one occasion that shall never forget. A new court house having been built in Shakerag county, 1 set out for that place as court convened immediately after the last clapboard was placed upon the roof. One evening as was nearing the end of a tiresome jour- ney-while riding along, wondering what sort of boarding house it would be my fortune or misfortune to secure, piercing shriek brought my horse to stand-still. was frightened, for although the country was wild, was not prepared for such shock. Pulling down my hat which seemed to rise on the ends of my hair, I looked around, and, was not long in discovering the cause of the outcry. A girl, with streaming hair, was on the back of capering mule. The animal, without saddle or bridle, was lunging at will. The performance was taking place on the edge of small prairie, and every moment expected to see the mule plunge into the timber and kill the rider. It was not time for surmises, might have indulged numerous speculatioDs concerning her wanton lack of modesty, but did not Galloping out to tke edge of the prairie, made dash at the mule. The internal beast wheeled and threw his heels within an inch of my face, and, at the same time, threw his rider. Spripging from my horse, ran to the girls assistance. She was up, though, before reached her. She had fallen on bed of grass and was not hurt
 It is thousand wonders you were not killed," said l, not knowing what other remark to make.
 "Yes," she replied, "and it is a thou sand wonders that you were not. Didn't you feel awful funny when you saw his heels reaching after your countenance2 p
 (" hardly had time to feel anything. Having so much business on hand your self wonder that you noticed the com pliment which ysur friend was trying to pay me"
 "Ah!" she replied, "a woman is never too busy to watch the affairs of her neigh- bors."
 But you are not woman."
 am not man."
 "Of course not mean-ahat you are only girl. What is your nameT'
 "Nanny Harlin, but everybody calls me Wild Man."
 "I should think, too, that you have earned the title. Were you brought up here ?'
 "Yes, and brought down there," point ing to the place where she had fallen. T doA't live but little way from here. Won't you please let me ride your horse~
 "With pleasure. Come, let me assist you into the saddle"
 expected that she would ride along leisurely and let me walk beside her, but striking the horse with the bridle-reins she urged him into gallop. shouted, and swore some, doubtless, but paying no attention to me, she dashed away and soon disappeared in the woods. Natur- ally l felt embarrassed. followed in the direction she had taken, but dark ness soon coming on, lost the semb- ance of trail and wandered aimlessly n the woods. After long time, an age tssemed to me, light gleaming away over on hillside, stopped my rapid flow ofprofanity. Reaching the house, which did for wonder without encountering dog, l was about to yell lusty halloa when man's voice, speaking in tone, far more powerful than gentle, arrested my intention.
 "Whee in thunder did you get that horssr said the voice, and then, withou, giving any time to reply, added: sBe sent to the peniteniazy, the frss thing yoa know. Evsybody don't understand