The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1895-12-08

"The bull is loose! The bull Is loose! ~
| The panic-stricken crowd swaved right
/ and left. parted and scattered in every
direction. Down the middle OF the street
| came the frenzied animal, paving the
earth and believing WITH rage. Sudden
| ly hush like unto death fell upon the
shrIeking crowd.
A little girl had elm bed in alarm from
| a carriage and attempted to cross the
street, but, confused and frightened, she
stopped right in the pathway OF the IN
furiated animal. a horrible death seem
ed inevitable.
Pierre, riding dreamily along, bad
heard that cry, and raising his eyes as
the crowd parted saw the child and his
heart seemed to freeze within him.
1t was Bessie
y Just then a white face, with wild eyes.
appeared at an upper WINDOW, ana
voice called IN agoniz d tones:
My child On, God my child W
Run run ~ ,crsame ed the people with
one voice. But the child was dazed and
only threw up her arms with scream OF
terro-.
Suddenly through the panc-stricken
crowd dashed a horseman, a boy, with
white face and Yesolute eyes.
All at once he arose upright in the
stirrups and laszo shot skilifu ly from
his hand-sw-i-sh, through the air and
tell with unerring aim over the horns OF
tu6 DULL, luSC as 16 WAS SlOOplAS W tOss
the child to a terrible death.
"Saved!" shouted the crowd as Pierre
brought his horse to sudden stop. and
the bull was thrown backward upon his
launches. A score OF strung men were
soon on the spot to pinion him to the
earth.
When Judge Dillon saw that flying
figure, its white face full Of indomitable
resolve, he recognized him at once. and
a CLEAN of hope entered his heart.
1t was Pierre, the boy he had driven
from his house, and in that awful mo-
ment Judge Dillon knew that, whatever
appearances were against him, the boy
! who was riding so heroically into the
| jaws OF death was no thief.
Now, when he clasped his child TO his
arms, with tears OF thanksgiving, and
made sure of her safety, he turned to
| Pierre, who stood quietly by, wondering
why every one was praising him and
making so much of him.
pierre, my boy" said the judge, un-
steadily, you have saved my child's life
at the risk of your own-what shall say
to you, Pierre?'
Pierre raised his worn cap respectfully.
"If you please, senior, say only that
| you believe me to be gentleman.
. There were tears in the judges eyes a,
he laid his hand on the boys head. 81
do believe it. my boy,' he said
husklly. "you are gentleman-as brave
and true one as God ever made. dc
not care what appearances are against
you. Come my boy. let us 20 home
That very night Jed barton. who was
| dangerously i'll, wrote a confession OF his
wrong doing, stating that he had caugh
| Pete Booth in the act of setting hre tt
the judges barn; that he had been hired
| by Pete to shield him and that Pete hao
paid him for accusing Pierre OF having
done the deed.
"Can you forgive me, my boy?" asked
the judge regretfully.
| Pierre's face was very bright.
"There's nothing to forgive" he said
gently, but his eyes were full OF tears
| happy, joyful tears. And from that day
| TO tins no other kind OF tears have eyel
| dimmed Pierre's eyes.
7 When Pete Booth was confronted with
the proof of his crime he broke down
| and confessed, and after little slkllfu!
questioning on Judge Dillon's part, he also
confessed to having stolen the money
| from his father. He was arrested for Fir
ing the barn and although his father
tried to save him, was convicted and
served n short term In the county jail.
| Soon afterward his father sold his ranch
| and went to Oregon.
| Pierre is a man now and owns ranch
| in Mexico ana what to HIM is thousand
| times better-a little Pierre OF his own.
Last summer he came back to Los An
| geles, now prosperous city, to visit his
| foster father.
When the old Judge asked Pierre what
be was going TO make of his boy, he
smiled gravely and replied
"A gentleman, | hope, Senior Padre"
Copyright, 1895, by r. Garner Curran,