The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-04-30
home with her father, as she often
die, leaving the supper ready to eat on

home with her father, as she otter
die, leaving the supper ready to eat OF
4 the table. III
I away into the night. it was Pauline
NOW she did not go home, but as
sIralght as an arrow flies she sought
the h 81 a. Of Harlow Lincoln No blush
4 OF IIlden delieacy stained her olive
i cneek She thought not Of herself, but
4 OIL e Two men she loved her father
t ana Harlow Lincoln, who had stolen
the sweet possession Of her young
1 heart from her. She knew how much
1 ne cherished the chestnut Delight, and
4 Ihat a fortune awaited him should he
Wln1--a ~ she would save her father
4 from being a criminal. "a
But Lincoln was AWAY from home.
the bachelor menage was closed and
4 no one about but the man who took
care Of Delight and the small Jockey
who on the morrow was to ride him,
as ne confidently believed, to victory.
/ Inc little jockey had heard of the
indian princess, but had never. seen
ner, ana he was so pleased with her
beauty that he at once took her for his
mascot and begged Bit Of ribbon to
wear as his: colors.
Together they visited the stables.
and Pauline took look around:
Does some. one watch, here all
night?' she asked.
Il do" said the jockey, proudly: 81
mas my bed 'longside O. Delight and
locks up, and I has pistols; and knows
how to Shoot
The girl stood by the favorite, who
had Deen watched and admired every
hour~of the day, and was as nervous
as a woman. Pauline touched the silky
SKIN, mat sh0ne in hundred golden
llgnts IN the glare of the lantern which
the Jockey lighted. 1t was beautiful
put she belonged to a people that do
not love the horse except as an article
of diet. But she loved the horses mas
| ter. ~ ~,
NOW 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
reserve OF her white blood Not for
worlds would she have given Harlow
Lincoln 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 90 back
to the stable and warn the young man
it he had returned, and if he were still
absent, 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 hid it under the serape she
wore and FASTENED 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
animal, or low Whitney, 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 a 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 a horrible fear of the conse-
quences to her father She was afraid
of him, too, when he had been drink
ing, and knew he would not listen to
| reason.
| What should she do? Seating herself
on a bale Of alfalfa she tried to think
when she heard a noise at a side en-
trance to the building. All the posi-
bilities Of the occasion rushed into her
mind like a torrent. What if her faith
er did not come, and Harlow Lincoln
did? It 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,
| q 1lnr nJ1f1 irn Of a MS IL
was her father!
He crept in stealthily-so unlike his
usual free step-and quoted the ex-
cited horse with the familiar "p-s-t!'
Then he dropped on one knee and took
up the left hind foot. But he had no
time to wreak his will on the poor
brute. Something whizzed through the
air in black, snaky circle, and de-
scending with unerring certainty drew
taut around the neck of Steve Damer,
stretching him out on the floor, where
he Writhed black in the face. At the
same moment the frighteneds horse
plunged and snorted, and screaming
with fear, tried to break his: halter.
There was a moments commotion at
the door in the front of the stable
which was broken from it's hinges,
and Harlow Lincoln, followed by sew
eral excited men, burst into the place.
1t took but a moment to realize the
true meaning Of the scene, and then
each man caught hold Of the lasso, and
! gave it a twirl. But like a, spirit, a
form glided between them and cut the
moose at the neck of the PROSTATE and
unconscious man.
IT saved your horse give me. my
fathers life" said! the girl, confronting
/ the angry owner of DELIGHT ,5tstts $780,
You saved my horse?' he asked in
scornful incredulity
yes: You do not know how to care
for precious things. The boy has been
drugged, and your enemy-not my
father--is at your door,: My father was
the tool of another man. Give me his
life for your Delight, and win the race
tomorrow. We will go where YOU can
4 never hear OF, us again
i Damer had recovered his conscious
ness and was On his feet, but being
sobered could not recall his part in the
affair:
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