Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1900-06-06

s'I 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
hoatl It's best two .sn three, and I can
surely bent and get the premiumI'
'.,NS, Horace, won't risk your
Geck.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 1 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
got ahybody that knows how, I don't
care. All is, don't you do it" SO
saying, he withdrew.
"Too bad" 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. F"
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 plnce,
having some curiosity to see whether
the gray colt would appear agaih with
a new driver Tho time for the sec
ond Trial In the three-minnte class
came at last
Eyes, 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! 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. "I'm Horace. Father didn't say
that Henry couldn't drive"
"Oh, that is the way of it!' said Mr..
Everett. "Pm sorry if that is your idea
of obedience, he added, quietly.
Horace made no reply, and the race
began.
Gray 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.
"Ob, 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!'
It was tod true. Swerving from
side to side along the track, dashed the
frightened animal. at every instant it
seemed to the Mortified spectators as
if Henry must be thrown to the
ground. The reins were broken, and
the boy was powerless to guide or
check the horse.
sHe'Il be killedw 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 q
chance in thousand, but he caught
it!
An instant later the horse had 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, aud Horacs
lay on the ground with bleeding head
and broken arm.
Gray Eagle was being held by q
dozen men who had rushed to Hor-
aces assistance, while the other con-
testahts, hardly realizing what had
happened, were just finishing the
race.
Horace was taken to his home, and
at the boys earnest request, Mr.. Ever
cit displayed really excellent sur
gical 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:
81 want to tell you, pa, that Henry
wasn't one bit to blame. 1t was all
my fault.
81 guess I wouldn't talk now," said
Mr.. Raymond.
''But must tell you. Henry didn't
even know that l had seen you at all.
I just said when I went to the stable
that I wasn't going to drive again. He
thought just wanted to give him a
chance, and took the horse. I pre-
tended to myself that 1 wasn't dis
obeying you, but knew all the time
that I was. 1t served me right to get
hurt. But I'm glad enough that it
wasn't Henry"
"Well, we'll, I'll forgive you as far
forth as I am concerned" said his
father, md I think this'll he lesson
that you won't forget. How do you
feel now, my son?" And he laid his
rough hand tenderly on the cheek of
this repentant boy.
''Well, my head aches pretty bad,
and my arm pains me, and T keep
thinking how did wrong. But I tell
you, feel awful good side of the way
I felt when Gray Eagle and poor
Henry were coming down the home
stretchr"-Youth's Companion.