The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1897-04-10

Cordelia, after her first fright was
over. was experiencing the most en-
chanting 'eXhilaration. The trees ap-
peared to fly pass 1t was delightful,
especially as no one va a witness.
Nay, Enid, nay, nay. now, that's
enough"
But Enid was pricking up her ears and
Jole turned round:
"She's as sharp as a needle-she
heard them that's behind sooner than l
did. Steady, now, no, TO, you've had
your little go. You'll keep quiet now"
Who's that behind??"
Its Deacon Morrow. Slow, steady,
Enid! She hates to let anyone pass her,
especially that boss of the deacon's.
Nay. Enid, you'll act pretty now. There
that's 4 beauty slower slower!
She hates it like poison"
Joel drew to one side. With a mighty
flourish, and Miss Field calmly triumph
ant, Deacon Morrow flashed past them.
Enid trembled and shook again. with
rcpressed ambition, as the deacon's
equipage receded in the distance.
"She do want to CO." said joel apollo
getically.
well, 1 guess we're going slower
than we've any need to" said Cordelia.
But if 1 let her go she'll want to
pass them, and she will be if she
don't and they are pretty far Off"
Then let her pass them, it cannot
hurt, for once anyhow"
"AlI right. Cordelia. Let EN- have il,
says 1. All right, Enid-up! There,
all! my girl, go 1t, ah. so-so-up there,
up-there."
She few like the wind, nearer, nearer
to the deacon's rig. Cordelia tried to
preserve her wonted cain, but instead
had to hold on to her shawl tightly.
Gosh. you sprung on me, JOEL"
shouted the burly deacon as they passed.
Couldn't hold her in," yelled Joel
back.
Now that they had distanced the
other horse. Enid seemed more content
t. take things easier. Cordelia was eX-
cited, but did not know it. She felt the
thrill of that swift rush past the enemy.
When again she heard the other behind
her. Cordelia this time turned to see.
They'll pass u.s." she calculated,
nervously.
Wen let them" said Joel, thinking
10 please her.
Nearer ana nearer; the deacon was
putting his horse to its pace.
1t passed.
Good night" blandly called Miss
Field in triumph.
But Enid was not to be put on one side
like this, she could not understand such
folly, and the Lord knows what would
have happened if Cordelia had not eX-
claimed:
Let her 60"
Let her go, Gallagher!" replied
Joel ecstaticllly: for it had taken all
the repression in him to hold Enid
back.
Nearer, nearer. The deacon looked
back and urged his horse, and thus
Urged its speed on ahead. Enid needed
10 urging. She was mad with joy at
the chance of Il race-quasi or genuine.
Gradually they gained On the deacon.
Well pass them yet,"said Cordelia I'M
der her breath, and Joel, stupid owl. be-
gan to apologize for his inability TO
check Enid under the circumstances.
20. GO on" said Cordelid eXcitedly,
and Joel went on.
They came even with the deacon. 1t
was no occasion now for salutatiOnS and
ceremonies-Miss Field was engaged in
holding on. 1t was neck and neck. Only
those who have experienced it can un-
understand the Jingle of it all.
The deacon yelled, his horse an
swered with a grand sweep that left
Enid yards behind. Then Enid showed
all that was in her and sped over the
ground like some swift tabled creature,
1t was for the palm of victory, both
horses knew it, us well as their mas
tiers.
Enid was gaining again. on. so slowly
to Cordelia, who could see Miss Field
while she was the slightest degree in
front of them.
Gaining, gaining. Cordelia felt her
heart humping us it had aeVerthumped
before. Nose to nose.-Enid was first.
The deacon, By Il shout, urgedhisanimal
to its utmost. For one moment Cor
della thought it would overtake and
win.
Joel Brown" she cried, "ef We can
not win-give me the reins and | will
win myself"
And Enid won.
After they had run down their OWL
little stretch of lane, and had drawn up
in front of their w house, Joel helped
her to alight. saying, grimly:
"Cordelia Brown, it's uncommonly
like horse racing you've got to answer
for"
I'll answer for it." she responded
promptly. I'm just going to give her
the biggest apple there is in my bin.
There, Enid"
As she stepped over the neatly coiled
hose she said, dryly:
Joel, We may have 20 fetch that
twirlagig fountain back, yet"
And Joel grinned.
Thus passed into the annals Sister
Sunday race-with sequels
and sequels.-Overland Monthly.