The Dickinson press., 1896-05-09

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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 ccess to Delight, the
famous running chestnut booked for
the morrow's race, and cripple the
animal so as to prevent him from go
ing 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
eyeng
Neither of the conspirators saw a
shadow cross the doorsill. and sDecd
who had gone to the smithy to walk
home with her father. as she often
the table.
away into the night. 1t was Pauline,
Now she did not go home, but as
straight as al arrow flies she sought
the home Of Harlow Lincoln. No blush
of maiden delicacy stained her olive
cheek. She thought not Of herself. 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 Delight, and
that n fortune awaited him should he
wfn-and-she would save her father
from being n criminal.
But Lincoln was aWay from home.
The bachelor II a was closed and
no one ah::;:t 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
Indian princess. but had ncver seen
her, and he a so pleased with her
beauty that he at once took her for his
mascot and begged a bit of ribbon to
wear as his colors.
Together they visited the stables,
and Pauline took o look around.
"Does some ono watch hero all
nighty' she asked.
II do" said the ockcv nroudlv. 81
has nv he'd 'lonrsi1e % Delight and
locks IN. and | has pistols. and knows
how to shoot"
The girl stood nv tbe fovoritc. who
had been watched and admired every
hour Of the day. and was MS nervous
as a woman. Panlina toncheI tho silky
| skin. that shona in n h,ndr roldnn
lights in the glare of he lantern which
| the Jockey lighted. If uos beautiful.
but she belonged to n neople that do
not love the horse excent as an article
of diet. But she loved the horses mas.
ter.
Now that she admitted It to herself.
/, rs a relater of facts. NAV state What
l know. The native delicacy of her.
Indian nature was TEMPERED by fine
reserve Of her white blood. Not for
worlds would she hive given Harlow
Lincoln a foretaste Of that owe which
could have made his ave
She went. leaving no message. md
much troubled abont the course She
should pursue. Her father WAS NOT Mt
the honse. nor Aid no como lotor ana
at last she could stand the suspense
no longer. She determined to 90 back
to the stable and warn the young man
if 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 1t 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. excent
an occasional stamp of the inpatient
animal; or a 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 q place where she could
see the o 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