The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1886-03-13
MISS KATE BAYARD.
A Pretty Story of the Late Youl g
Lady.

tifuf daughter whom death took so late
ly from our Secretary of State, writes
correspondent of the New York Times.
Six or seven years ago her phaeton was
familiar sight in Wilmington and on
the roadways thereabout; she was al
ready known among her friends as a
daring rider, and there were stories
abundant ofheroic exploits and dangers
braved in the saddle. The horse that
she used Tor her phaeton was spirited,
but nobody ever worried for The fair
drivers safety; she had too often shown
her power to licedse thought OF da e.
er. The horse seemed to know her,
viciousness that was shown when theirs
approached melted into gentleness at
OF ce when she took up the reins; peo-
pie who believed in the intelligence of
brute creation pointed out this horse
actions as proof of their correct faith.
One summer evening as Miss Bayard
was driving alone on the outskirts Of
West Wilmington her attention was at
uacted toward a lively group of bows
at the side of the roadway. In their
centre was a man most fOrlorn in ap-
pearance, his face the picture of misery,
his clothes all in tatterS. The boys, In
their silly thoughtlessness, were perse-
cutting him. The girls sympathies were
enlested at once. Her carriage came to
astandstill, and her voice rebuked the
boys, who, staring one III, m NJ agape
with astonlshment, fell back little, but
they did not cease their taunts. The
poor man against the roadside looked
up, as much amazed as had been his
prosecutors. 1t wasn't an inviting
countenance, and yet there was some
thing in 1t not wholly bad. Pebbles
were fired at him by the retreating lads
and then as he tried to move he reveal
ed to the goo Samaritan who had come
to his rescue that he was a cripple
This brought her from her phaeton in a
trlce. a word to her horse. a pat upon
It's neck, and she left it to go within
touching distance of the poor hopeless
fellow, despairing in this by street of
town suberb. What was the matter?'
Why was he there?" How had he
fallen into such plight?" These were
questions that she asked in quick sue
cession. And the reply that came was
81 am only tramp" She didn't draw
back. That wasn't the way of Kate
Bayard. but you are a man." she
aid. He looked as if he were half
afraid to assert that he could claim
even this. and he drew back with a Wis
ible shudder as the brave girl said:
on must haue some body to care Tor
you. Let me take you to the hospital
He smiled half thankfully, half doubt
fully, and, though no words were utter
ed, his eyes. taking on a new light.
seemed to sparkle out You mock me"
He did not know Kate Bayard any
better than the world knows many an
other woman who, for her own hearts
sakef does good deeds in secret. She
bent and helped him to rise. One leg
would not bear his body'S weight, and
he had hard work to muffie the groan
that half escaped him in the pain of
moving; but heroically, his ragged coat
lovely girl as ever leved, he hobbled
step by step to the ph@ton's side and
was lifted-virtually lifted as mother
tenderly would lift her infant-in
through the wheels of the carriage seat.
Then came an exciting experience.
She was half between the vehicles
wheels when the horse, that had been
standing quietly enough while he could
watch his mistress, became angry. The
boys, who had scattered, had not drawn
out OF sight, and their sport was being
continued by showers of missiles thrown
promiscuously in the carriages direc-
ton, and they were hooting and crying
more loudly than ever. This it was
that had Unstrung the horses nerves,
and he praneed and reared, though he
did not start to run. The wheels of
the carriage caught the girl in her clasp
and Rugged her fercely one.moment,
and then released her only for a second,
when she rushed forward to the fright
ened horses bride. The alarm of the
animal was Intensified. Now he dashed
away on a full run, whirling the light
phaeton hither and thither over the
over the roadway in a manner that
BODIED speedy destruction. The hood
lums parted as the runaway cut through
their ranks, but not one was big enough
Or brave enough to try to stop the wild
beast. On and on he plunged, but all
the time the braye-hearted Kate Ba-
yard chung to the bridle-rein, and she
swung through the air like a bird at the
flying herse's side. Nor did she lose
her self-consciousness. She called her
morse Dy NAME anu uSI tone was as al /
,ectionate and calm as though he was
standing still for her caresses. A long
lime he paid no attention to this, and
dangers upon dangers were encountered
and passed through, till finally, half
perhaps, the stalwart crea-
.ure turned his head, neighed, and
quickly came to standstill. Nobody
lad been hurt, the carriage was whole,
ome harness had been strained and
tipped, the man in the phaeton had
ainted-his sufferings and excitement
lad conquered him.
gThat man was ,tenderly cared for by
Kate Bayard and her friends, and
ventua ly he went out into the world
veil man and in mind wholly different
rom that which had possessed him on
he day he was found helpless victim
# idle boys in public roapway. No,
here is no record of any heroic act by
which this rescued man subsequently
erved her who saved him. Nor was
here any need for any such act to add
my color to this good thing that
Thomas F. Bayard's daughter did.
He-whom she lifted up was ever after
yard a changed man, He had his
DRY that had something of good IN it.