The Press., 1895-09-05

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 The boy threeO htmSelt douU1o fulI length. keep him from breakin his durn fool neck, but he can go it now as fast as he wants to. /"
 The superintendent came out and told Kid he would have to obey orders or go back to Deming at once. So he su1len1y mounted the meek and humble pony and cantered off.
 About midforenoon, when there was no one at home but little Madge, the 1O-year-old daughter of the house, the cook and myself, Kid galloped back alone Madge came dancing from the corral to where sat in the front yard, her eyes blazing and her hands quiver- ing with excitement.
 "OhP' she exclaimed, "he's going to ride Dynamitei He's run off from them and come back to ride Dynamite P
 "He must not do it! must not let him l" And I started for the corral Madge grasped my skirt with both hands.
 Dynamite won hurt him! know he won'tp
 "What do you know about it?''
 '"1 know he won't because-don' t you tell mammal was on him myself one day, and he never bucked bitl"
 "Youl How did you dare?''.
 '''I wanted to see if could, and there was nobody in the corral, and climbed on. his back and he was just lovelyw IJo I1S Dynamite pranced and eurveted down the road. With beaming face Kid waved his hat at us and galloped off, Dynamite making not even the sign of desire to buck. After that the boy could not be persuaded to ride any other horse. ! And as long as Kid bestrode him, or ;Madge, with Kids connivance and help, surreptitiously- mounted him, Dyna- l mite's behavior was perfect. But he worked woe upon any grown man who made the attempt.
 :, The black horses life was not an easy one under Kids mastership. The boy never rode at less pace than gallop, and even in that dry, hot air Dynamite was always reeking with sweat when they came home.
 5 Just how the Kid put in his time out l on the plains was 8 mystery. The cow boys with, whom and for whose assist ance he was sent out good naturedly swore that he was not "worth whoop in hell" !" If they needed him he was nowhere in sight, and if they particular f ly did not want him he was sure to come charging over the plain, straight upon the cattle they had launched, and scatter l the frightened creatures to the four winds. But mostly, they said, he man aged to- get lost, which was only their good Anatured way of putting the fact that he slipped away from them and pursued his own amusements at sui fcient distance not to be disturbed by their need of him.
 What he did with himself all day long Mrs Williams and one day dis covered when we were driving to White Eewater. Out on the plain we saw the Kid ! yelling like awildt man, with Dynamite at his highest speed, chasing jack rab- bit. That evening heard him giving l Madge thrilling account of how he had chased gray wolf, which, after running many miles, had turned on him and vi- ciously leaped at his throat, and how he had made, Dynamite jump on the beast and trample itSt life out. And recog- enized in the tale merely Kids version for Madge's ears of his chase of the jack rabbit. For by that time he had become, in l her eyes, the exemplar of all that is in- gpiringly bold and daring, and he felt it necessary to, keep, mp his reputation. For her he was a knight of prowess who could do anything he wished and against whom nothing could prevail So he told her wonderful tales of what he had seen and done and been through 1 and of his daily adventures and brought Ito her the occasional results of his sin l gle handed combats with birds and beasts. He,effereds to, dig up tarantu- la3s nest for her and to catch and tame for her pleasure sidewinder rattle snake, or, if she preferred, golden ori- ole or a mOcking bird. It didn't make any difference to him whether she chose "a rattlesnake or an eriole; whatever she wanted him to do he was ready to at tempt. And Madge looked and listened and worshiped, and Kid, basking in the warmth of her adoration, swaggered about in ever increasing pride and inn portance.
 One day, just after he had returned 4rom,a two days trip out on the range, F. heard him telling her a asbloodcurdling tale of an adventure with a mysterious and Villainous looking Mexican, who, he said5 had shot off the end of one o1 his fingers. Thens the Kid declared, he I had made Dynamite rear and strike the iaMe1can to the ground with his forefeei iEand athen trample him until. he was SC dead that he'd never. shoot anybody i else fingers of. Madge was filled with horror and admiration and pity and beg. ged to be allowed to see and bind up the mutilated, finger. But he refused with superior indi fGerence, clinched his bleed ing finger in his fist and said 1t waan ! anything and didn't hurt anyway. Madge's mother called her away. and straightWay there appeared 1t my doo1