The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1895-08-23

Sights"
Damer took long draught from the
flask before answering. The subtlety
of the liquor entered into his heart and
brain. As long as he let liquor alone
and he knew it for a fact-he was a
decent man. When he drank he be-
came ugly and morose, and easily Of
Tended. 1t was long since his last
spree. He had promised Pauline-hal
Pauline, the thought of her acceler-
ted the work of liquor. Harlow Lin
coin had sighted Pauline in some way.
Damer did not know how, but on her
coming there the young raGchman had
shown her much attention, and she
had almost admitted to her father
that she looked upon him as a king
among men, and then he had staid
away, and ever since Pauline had lost
her lightheartedness.
pamer heard too often the haunting
couplet of his own people:
The floods may pour from morn till night,
Nor wash the pretty Indian white"
He hated Lincoln for not returning
his daughters love, and this scheme to
get even appealed to his worst nature.
Put into speech, it meant that the
smith should get access to Delight, the
famous running chestnut booked for
the morrow's race, and cripple the ami
NAL so as to prevent him from going on
the track. To the little honor he had
left, he refused money for the crime.
He was willing, in his cups, to do the
dastardly deed solely for revenge.
Neither of the conspirators saw a
shadow cross the door-sill and speed
away into the gathering night. 1t was
Pauline, who had gone to the smithy
to walk home with her father, as she
often did, leaving the supper ready to
eat on the table.
Now, she did not go home, but,
straight as an arrow flies, she sought
the home of Harlow Lincoln. No
blush of maiden delicacy stained her
olive cheek. She thought not of her
self, but of the two men she loved, her
father and Harlow Lincoln, who had
stolen the sweet possession of her
young heart from her. She knew how
much he cherished the chestnut De-
light, and that fortune awaited him
should he win-and-she would save
her father from being a criminal.
But Lincoln was away from home.
The bachelor menage was closed and
no one about but the man who took
care of Delight and the small Jockey
who on the morrow was to ride him,
as he confidently believed, to victory.
The little jockey had heard of the In
dian princess, but had never seen her,
and he was SO pleased with her beauty
that he at once took her for his mas
cot, and begged bit of ribbon to wear
as his colorS.
Together they visited the stable and
Pauline took look around.
Does some one watch here all
night?" she asked.
81 do" said the jockey proudly; 81
has my bed 1ongside o Delight, and
locks up, and has pistols, and know
how to shoot"
The girl stood by the favorite, who
had been watched and admired every
hour of the day and was as nervous as
a woman. Pauline touched the silky
skin that shone in a hundred golden
lights in the glare of the lantern which
but she belonged to a people that do not
love the horse, except as an article of
diet. But she loved the horses master.
Not that she admitted it to herself
l. as a relater of facts, may state what
l know. The native delicacy of her
Indian nature was tempered by the re-
serve of her white blood. Not for worlds
would she have given Harlow Lincoln
a foretaste of that love which could
have made his heaven.
She went, leaving no message, and
much troubled about the course she
should pursue. Her father was not at
the house, nor did he come later, and
at last she could stand the suspense no
longer. She determined to go back to
the stable and warn the young man if
he had returned, and. if he was still alb
sent, to caution the little jockey.
She waited long after coming to this
decision, then taking down from the
wall the coil of rawhide that hung
there, she hide it under the serape she
wore, and sped away, light of foot
but heavy of heart, to the rescue of
Delight and her father.
There all was dark and still. except
an occasional stamp of the impatient
or low whinny, and Pauline
called in vain for the boy or any at
tendant, and at last finding a window
high up in the stable open, she scaled
the wall, and CROPPED her way through
the gloom, to place where she could
see the floor below and Delight in his
stall, with The jockey sleeping heavily
beside him. The little fellow had been
drugged. and would not awaken for
some hours. Pauline was stricken
with horrible fear of the consequences
to her father. She was afraid of him,
too, when he had been drinking, and
knew he would not listen to reason.
What should she do? Seating herself
on bale of alfalfa she tried to think,
when she heard noise at side en-
trance TO the building. All the posi-
bilities of the occasion rushed into her
mind ike torrent. What if her IA
Their did not come, and Harlow Lincoln
did? 1t might not be necessary for her
to incriminate her father. but how
then could she account for her own
presence there? And the condition of |
the boy? And then the door opened |
and the outline of a man appeared. 1t |
was her father,
He crept in stealthily-so unlike his
usual free step-and quieted the ex-
cited horse with the familiar psf" |
Then he dropped on one knee and took |
up the left hind foot. But he had no |
time to wreak his viii on the poor |