The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1888-06-16

expected was the appearance OF Running
Wolf, so sudden her capture, she was de-
prvcd for time Of the power to stir
muscle. Indeed, she seemed fixed to tho
saddle.
The Indian, with triumphant CLEAN in
his evil, copper-colored eyes, turned Zelma's
pony into tangled bypath, and was fast
leading him with his frghtbenumbcd mis-
trcss deeper and deeper within the wild,
lonesome woodland.
On and on Running Wolf won't with his
fair prize.
Atlength they came to place where the
path made an abrupt turn. What was Eel
mas JOY to be brought face to face with Bill
Warren.
Bill had been hunting for n lost horse
from his fathers ranch and Providence had
evidently led him there.
Bills wits were always alert, and he COM
pretended tho situation at a glance. With
a yell of horror the young fellow raised his
rife and fired directly ut the Indian. But
ere Bill had pulled the trigger the willy
Running Wolf had jumped aside, and the
bullet tore its way into the trunk of q tree
on the creek bank.
Bill allowed the Indian to go skulking of
without further molestation, while he has
tened to Zelmas side and received her into
his strong arms just as she tainted from the
excess of her terror.
Water from the creek near by revived her,
and soon Zelma was able to ride home by
the side Of her brave rescuer. Her graft
tude was too deep for many words; besides,
Bill would not allow her to allude to the
matter had she tried ever so often.
After that adventure, q warmer friendship
sprang up between Bill and Zelma, and the
latter never rode far across Coyote Prairie
unless Bill was in close attendance. 1t was
difficult for her to realize that this attentive
escort of hers had been, only last autumn,
her unruly pupil. But she closed her eyes
to the contrast.
One day as they halted their ponies for a
rest under lone cottonwood tree, within
sight of Mr.. Warren's ranch and Mr..
Archer's new farm, Bill blushed as he raised
his honest eyes, now so steady, to Zelma's
face:
"Zelma, Z" he said, speaking in low tones,
Everybody says you have made man Of
me, and believe it. You achieved n great
victory when you subdued the holy terror
as the Hadleys nicknamed me; but you
have won another conquest, my rough, un-
tutorcd heart. have had hard struggle
TO overcome my wild ways that distressed
my parents so, and try to be more manly.
You have helped me so far, won't you help
me always, Zelmaa"
"In what way can flip Of "a Yankee girl
help you, Mr.. Warren!" Zelma asked,
roguishly.
"Forgive those words, Zelma. You have
taught me court esy since then and shall be
careful not to apply such names in future.
l have been a holy terror long on Coyote
Prairie, but you have given me delicious
taste of civilization and have carried off my
heart. Am to go back into terrordom, or
will you be mine, Zelma, and exercise your
sweet civilizing influence over me through
life:n
II will, my ond-in-the-rough," she
replied, suffering his strong hand to clasp
hers; 81 will help you through this life to
attain noble manhood"
Zelma was true to her promise. When the
wedding took place the Hadleys broke forth
into everlasting exclamation points from
which they never fully recovered, although
they occasionally exchange visits with the
happy young couple, whose household is the
brightest out on Coyote Prairie.-A. II. CID
son, in Yankee Blade