El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-04-14
CHAPTER Ill.

CHAPTER Ill.
A fortnight later, and the reign of re-
pose had passed away. 1.-The place
where nothing ever happened, F" as Mel
sine liked so we'll to describe her home
to remote correspondents, was now a
scene of restless stir and activity which
filled every working hour of the day
with fresh interest, for Paul Brown had
come and the whole ranch was given
over to the business of horse breaking.
The hurrying hoofs of the horse herd
coming in from outside pastures We're
now the family reveille, several times
tempting them out i'll the fresh, dew
washed morning air to watch the OPEN
ing performance of the day. This, the
cutting out from the herd of some g or
20 head for the days work, involving
much expert throwing of the Irvine, -
in cowboy phrase, was a scene of much
excitement, as at the first fall of the
lariat the animal that had never yet
known the touch of human hand was
always driven mad with terror, fighting
for freedom in a frenzy which not in
frequently carried the captor captive,
with no little rude jostling, around the
corral before the rope could be safely
brought around the stout Snubbing post
in the center of the ground If the colt
happened to be especially vicious, he
was forced into the secure pen of slabs
known as the chute or thrown to the
ground and hobbled until the hackamore
halter of rope could be slipped in place,
and it was at this point that Paul
Browns marvellous influence became
apparent. Once the hackamore was adj
justed he would begin murmuiing in a
soothing monotone, as though quoting
a fractions child, expostulating, reason
ing, as though the animal could under
stand, a curious tenderness as well as
an infiexible purpose in the Tone which
seemed almost to hypnotic the unhap
Ply animal, which presently, to its own
surprise, as it seemed, would be led
about the. corral as though helpless to
resist that subtle charm of voice and
eye.
1T is the iron hand i'll the velvet
glove Mrs. Ellery remarked as they
stood looking ON over the fence.
but the horse viii be avenged even
tually, observed Hugh comfortably be
tween the puffs of his cigar. THE av-
erage life of these fellows is but seven
years after they start In on that sort of
work. For awhile they go on conquering
and to conquer, so TO speak, but sooner
or later each meets his little Waterloo.
He gets tumble that Injuries him in
ternally, he develops a kidney trouble
or something in that line, and next
thing he rides horse of another color
over the range. -
eft is dreadful, - murmured Edith,
whether referring to fate of man or
horse was not clear, as she watched
with sort of unwilling admiration the
stalwart figure that with the magnifi-
Gently developed strength of perfect
manhood was combating the struggles
of colt bent on refusing the tor ture of
the ''bitting rig" She had her camera
with her and had been that morning
the horse and inciden-
tally the horse trainer, in all possible
poses. But it is magnificent'' her
cheeks glowing, her breath coming fast |
er, as she pressed the button for one last |
snap shot.
They stopped to order the breakfast
served as they passed the pantry Win !
dow, ON the other side of which Artalis- |
sa was molding bread. And can you |
see the circus from here:'' Mrs Ellery |
asked, disposed to wheedling gracious |
AAS'S
kept the meal waiting
I've got too much to do to be watch !
in lot of TOOL colts, let alone maxim |
that man Brown moro conceity and |
stuck up than ever" Sac sullenly beat |
at the white mound of dough while she |
shot one swift glance at Miss Ellery's
dainty, lace trimmed gown, with its |
fiutter of pale blue ribbons. He thinks |
enough of himselfno goodness knows.
though that's generally the way with
these good lookin fellows - muttering
the last as though somewhat repenting
her first petulance
He is good looking, is he not:'' re-
turned Mrs. Ellery suaveIy, glancing
back at the corral with charming air
Of unconsciOusness.
HIN! I'ye seen some enough sight
the girl exclaimed, tossing
ner head with elaborate Indifference.
DO you think so? Then hope you
will whisper it to jim, Artalissa, for,
10 you know, L fear the poor fellow
sadly needs some sort Of consolation.
Artalissa simpered and bridled.
Well. I'm sure he's got no business