Gulf Coast breeze. [volume] (Crawfordville, Fla.) 1897-19??, 1900-05-25

crown ana 10 tne ueep moitlncatlOn OF
poor Henry.
Hes bucking, just as l was afraid
OIL" said he, with tears in his eyes.
But the young driver was not dis
mayed. He had loosened the reins
when the trouble began, and for au
instant he let the colt take his own
course. Then, with a sharp pull and
resounding cut with the whip, he
brought Gray Eagle to his feet and
sent. him on his way.
The affair had taken but few sec.
onds, but even the slowest Of the
horses now strung along the track was
far ahead Of the gray colt. But the
mirth OF the spectators was soon
changed to smazement at that colts
performance.
Didn't 1 say he could trot?"
drawled Henry.
There was no doubt about il. When
Gray Eagle had made the first circuit
OF the track, 1t was evident that he was
not to be the last in the race. But
could he possibly overtake the two
horses which, we'll ahead OF the others,
were contending for the first place?
Steadily he gained. Down the home
stretch whirled the two leaders, and
Gray Eagle was only length behind.
Then came an unearthly cry from tho
lips of the young driver, aud the whip
descended on the gray colts back.
III knew Hod was going to Yell"
said Henry, exultingly, as Gray Eagle
swept under the wire the winner by q
neck.
In the midst OF the cheering. Horace
drove mp, and with professional air
threw the reins to Henry, who at
once went to the stable with the colt.
Now, forcing Lis way through the
crowd, there appeared an elderly man
with look Of establishment on his
face that was comical to see.
Horace" he began, what in all
nature does this mean"
Father, this is Mr.. Everett, that's
stopping at the tavern" said Horace,
evidently glad OF diversion.
Hope to see you well, sir. But,
Horace, what you been up top l never
was so took back in my life rs I was
when they told me down to the hall
what you were doingl"
Horace began to explain awkwardly
enough, but his father cut him short.
81 can't stop to talk now. All is,
lot this be the end ont! 1t isn't safe
for a boy like you"
stn M ia. lak m, Il nina l,,, a,o -, o,D
heatl It's best two in three, and I can
surely beat and get the premiuml"
"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 cylt?" ,
"Well," said his father, who was
perhaps in his heart somewhat proud
OF the colts performance, ''if you eau
get anybody that knows how, don't
care. All is, don't you do it," so
saying, he withdrew.
TOO badw exclaimed Horace, start.
ing for the stable with tears in his
eyes. "There's nobody that can get
to drive that colt, with all his tricks. A"
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
a 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 aud drive tine colt, after
all? Alb. here is Henry again! Henry,
I wouldn't have thought that Horace
would break his promise to his father"
THAT isn't Horace behind Gray
Eagle" said the boy, flushing guilt.
lily. 'T'm Horace. Father didn't say
that Henry couldn't drive"
"Oh, that is the way of i'll" said Mr.,
Everett. "I'm sorry if that is your idea
Of obedience, he added, quietly.
Horace made no reply, and the race
began.
Gray Eagle took the lead aud kept
il easily once around the track.
"He's got the racer' cried Horace.
But in q moment his face fell.
"Oh, he's of his feet! Why doesn't
Hen pull him down? Why, what's
happened? henry can't hold him!
He's running away
1t was too true Swerving from
side to side along the track, dashed the
frightened animal. At every instant it
seemed to the Mortified specta ors as
il Henry must be thrown. to the
ground. The reins were broken, and
the boy was powerless to guide or
check the horse.
"He'll be killed. gasped Horace.
"And it'll be me that killed him"
Now the wild horse aud 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 10 try il - he said and