Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1900-05-03


Gray Eagle was only length behind.
Then came an unearthly cry from the
lips of the young driver, and the whiE
descended on the gray colts back.
II knew Hod was going to yell!
said Henry, exultingly, us Gray Eagle
swept under the wire the winner by o
neck.
In the midst OF the cheering, Horace
drove up, and with professional ali
threw the reins to Henry, who al
once went to the stable with the colt.
Now, forcing his way through the
crowd, there appeared an elderly mar
face that was comical to see.
Horace" he began, "what in all
nature does this mean:"
Rather, this is Mr.. Everett, that's
stopping at the tavern" said Horace,
evidently glad Of diversion.
Hope to see You we'll, sir. But,
Horace, what you been up to? 1 never
was SO took back in my life as l was
when they told me down to the hall
what you were doingH
Horace began to explain awkwardly
II can't stop to talk now. All is,
let this be the end ont! 1t isn't safe
for a boy like you"
80 pa, do let me drive him one more
heat! It's best two in three, and / can
surely beat and get the premium!''
"No, Horace, l won't risk your
neck for all the premiums in the world.
I've got to go back now. but you must
promise not to drive again.
But, pa, suppose ! can find some
body to drive the colt?"
"Well." said his father, who was
perhaps in his heart somewhat proud
of the colts performance, ''if you can
get anybody that knows how, 1 don't
care. All is, don't you do it, So
saying, he withdrew.
TOO bad!" exclaimed Ho"ace, start.
ing for the stable with tears in his
eyes. ''There's nobody that can get
to drive that colt, with all his tricks.
Mr.. Everett saw nothing of the
Raymond boys for the next hour. He
took but little interest in the
other races, but he kept his place.
having some curiosity to see whether
the gray colt would appear again with
new driver. The time for the sec
ond trial in the three minute class
came at last.
"Yes. there is Gray Eagle again,
said Mr.. Everett to himself and
can it be possible? Will Horace dis
obey his father and drive the colt, after
all? All. here is Henry again! Beary,
I 1,,,f
would break his promise to his father!'
THAT isn't Horace behind Gray
Eagle" said the boy, flushing guilt
lily. "I'm Horace. Father didn't say
that Henry couldn't drive"
''Oh, that is the way of it!' said Mr..
Everett. I'm sorry if that is your idea
of obedience" he added, quietly.
Horace made no reply, and the race
began.
Oray Eagle took the lead and kept
it easily once around the track.
'He's got the race" cried Horace.
But in a moment his face fell
'Oh, he's OF his feet Why doesn't
Hea pull him down? Why, what's
happened? nenry cant hold him,
He's running away!"
1t was too tue. Swerving from
side to side along the track, dashed tie
frightened animal. At every instant ii
SCENE to the Mortified specta ors as
ii Henry must be thrown to the
ground. The reins were broken, anh
the boy was powerless to guide OF
check the horse.
"He'll be killed." gasped Horace.
"And it'll be me that killed him''
Now the wild horse and his helpless
driver were once more nearing the
stand. Horace's face showed pale
under the tan, but there was the fire OF
purpose in his eyes.
''I'm going to try it, he said, and
he sprang on to the track.
A leap for the bridle-there was a
chance in thousand, but he caught
it!
An instant later the horse hal been
brought to the fence by the side of the
track. Henry had picked himself up,
somewhat daZed by his fall from the
gig, but not seriously hurt, and Horace
lay on the ground with bleeding head
and broken arm.
Gray Eagle was being held by
dozen men who hal rushed to Hor-
aces assistance, while the other con-
testants, hardly realizing what had
happened, were just finishing the
race.
Horace was taken to his home, and
at the boys earnest re quest, Mr.. Ever
EFT displayed really excellent sur
Cical skill in setting the broken arm
and dressing the wounded head. Thus
Horace was his first patient.
When he had been made comfort.
able he said to his father, who was
standing by his bed
''[ want p t-il you, pa, that Henry
wasn't one bit to blame. 1t was all
my fault.
II guess wouldn't talk now," said
Mr.. Raymond.
"But I must tell you. Henry didn't
even know that had seen you at all.
1 just said when went to the stable