The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-04-03

oNcr, was experiencing tne inoSl Gil
;hanting exhilaration. The trees APP
peared to fly past. 1t was delightful.
especially as no one was 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 needle-she
heard them that's behind sooner than
did. Steady, now, no, no, 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 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 go!" said Joel apollo
getically.
"Well, guess we're going slower
than we've any need to-" said Cordelia.
"But if l let her go she'll want to
pass them. and she will be wuss if she
don't and they are pretty far off,"
"Then let her pass them, it cannot
hurt, for once anyhow"
"All right, Cordelia. Let 'em have it,
says l. All right, Enid-up! There,
ah! my girl, go 1t, all! so-so-up there,
up-there."
She flew like the wind, nearer, nearer
to the deacon's rig. Cordelia tried to
preserve her wonted calm, but instead
had to hold on to her shawl tightly.
Gosh! you sprung on me, JOEL"
shouted the burly deacon rs they passed.
Couldn't hold her in" yelled Joel
back.
Now that they had distanced the
other horse, Enid seemed more content
to take things easier. Cordelia was eN-
cited, but did not know it. She felt the
thrill of that swift rush past the enemy.
i When again she heard the other behind
her, Cordela this time turned to see.
They'll pass us" she calculated,
nervously.
Well let them" said Joel, thinking
TO please her.
Nearer and 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 Cordclia had not eN-
claimed:
Let her go.'
Let her go, Gallagher" replied
Joel ecStatically; for it had taken all
the repression in him 10 hold Enid
back.
Nearer, nearer The deacon looked
back aud urged his horse, and thus
urged its speed on ahead. Enid needed
no urging. She was mad with joy nj
the chance of Il race--quasi or genuine
/ Gradually they gained on the deacon.
We'll pass them yet, said Cordeiia 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 Cordelia eXcitedly
and Joel went on.
They came even with the deacon. II
was no occasion now for salutations and
ceremonies-AIiss Field was engaged in
holding on. Itw was neck and neck Only
those who have experienced it can I'M
understand the Jingle of it all.
The deacon yelled, his horse an
swered with a grand sweep that left
NEnid yards behind. Then Enid showed
Ell 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, as well as their mas
tcrs.
Enid was gaining again, oh, so slowly
to Cordelia, who could see Miss Field
while she was the slightest degree il
front of them.
Gaining, gaining! Cordelia felt hei
heart humping Us it had never thumpeo
before. Nose to nose. Enid was first
The deacon, by shout, urged his ANNA
to it's utmost. For one moment Cor
della thought it would overtake ant
win.
Joel Brown!" she cried, 'ef ye can
not win-give me the reins and l viii
! win myself"
And Enid won.
After they had run down their owl
little stretch of lane, and had drawn VI
in front of their own house, Joel helped
her to alight, saying, grimly:
"Cordela Brown, it's uncommonl.
like horse racing you've got to answer
for"
III answer for it," she responded
promptly. I'm just going to give he
, the biggest apple there is in my bin
There, Enid"
AS she stepped over the neatly coileo
hose she said, dryly:
Joel. ye may have to fetch tina
twirlagig fountain back, yet"
And Joel grinned.
|, Thus passed into the annals Sistel
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