Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1900-11-15

Gated cowboy, he was remiss in many
matters Of courtesy.
When Lawrence Irving arrived at
the Madison ranch, his host, in the list
of entertainment he was offering the
Bostonian, promised an exhibition of
broncho riding that should stir even
the beat Of that serene gentleman's
well regulated pulse.
This morning" said he, II was
afraid that / wouldn't be able to get
my star broncho buster out for your
CdihcatiOn, Lawrence, for the boys are
| telling me that he's been hitting the
jug pretty lively down at the store for
the past u hours, and he's never been
much of drinier, either, but when |
| told him Miss Glcndowcr wanted to
show you the conyolutions of a buck
| ing horse 1t seemed to sober him up a
bit, and he not only promised to fur
nlsh the thrills, but to do the business
up with all the trimmings, for he's 20
ing to ride SObrepaso, the man killer
n big, blaze face sorrel that every
vaQucro in the country has given up
unconqucrcd. Mesquite himself rcfus-
ed to mount him again some time ago.
But today he is in n humor | can't
quite understand, in spite of the bad
whisky he's been trying to get away
with, and seems ready to tackle any
thing"
'Pm grateful to YOU Roy, for
ooh, you'Il have to thank Audrey for
the show. Mesquite is doing it for her
sake solely. lie has been her abjcct
slave ever since she came"
Both men laughed and looked at Miss
Glcndower, who did not even smile.
1t might have been that she did not
hear them.
They rose and went out to the shaded
piazza, where 1t was cooler. The heat
was making Miss Glcndower look pale.
They and the ranch hands who saw
SObrcpaso- "bcautiful red devil"
Mrs. Madison called him-brought out
into the gray, hard beaten square that
formed the arena felt Il thrill of merry
Gus cxpcctancy-a chilling thrill - as
| Mesquite made ready to mount. The
horse was blindfOldCd ere the saddle
was thrown ON, but with all the fury
of n ticnd he fought In turn blanket
and saddle and CinCha. The iaQuma
was slipped ON, the stirrups tied to-
gcthcr under the horses belly, and all
the while his squcals Of rage and mad
dcncd snorts were those of an untamcd
beast that would battle to the death
The blind then was pulled up from his
eyes, and ut the end of n 60 foot reata
he was allowed to 20 bucking and
punging in fury OF uncontrolled
wrath around the Enclosure. At last
sweating and with every nerve witch
Ing In his mad hatred of the mcddling
of man. he was brought to standstill
and the blind was slipped down once
more He stood with all four feet brac-
ed Stinly, awliwardly apart and his
head down, while Mesquite hItched the
cartridge belt, from which hung his
pistols holster, in place frightened his
wide trimmed battered hat on his head
slipped the strap of his quirt on his
wrist, looked again at the fastcnings of
his big, jngling spurs and then, with
n quick, upward glance at Miss Glen
dower-the first touched carCssingly
n little bunch of white primroscs he
had pluckcd that morning from their
bed In the sand hills and pinned to the
lapel of his unhuttoncd vest before he
gathered into his LETT hand the reins
and made ready for his Catlikc spring
into place. So quickly rs his left foot
touched the stirrup there was the
sweep of long leg thrown across the
saddle sinuous swing into place, the
blind whipped up from the bloodshot
eyes, the spurreS heels grip on the Gin
cha, II shout from the man, a dcvilish
sound from the mustang, and Mesquite
was ready for the maddcnCd horses
first upward leap as he went hlindly
lighting his way around and around
the Enclosure.
Mesquite sat the Infatuated animal az
though he himself were put part of
the IMAM killer" His seat was SUI
pcrh. Miss GlCndOwcr felt Il trCmor of
pride stir her as she watched him, that
|
Workmanship. she was painting be-
tween fear and delight while she
watched the boys face, wearing the
sweet, boylsh smile, like, yet SO unlike,
the smile she had come to know in the
past weeks, and the yellow CurlS blow
ing back from the barred forehead.
Sohrcpaso rose in his leaps to great
heights, almost falling backward, to
plunge forward again, with sQucals OF
rage that he could not unscat his rider.
The boy sat there, n king-king of his
own little Worthwhile he slapped ut
his horses head and withcrs with the
somhrcro that swung in his hand.
rlungiug and lcaping, around and
around now here and now there, about
the Enclosure they went, the horse a
mad hurricane and his rider n Ccntaur.
Mesquite was swayed back and forth,
TO and fro. but no surge could uuseat
him, Miss Glcndowcr grew warm in
her Joy of him rs she looked.
Then as the IMAM killer" gave an.
| II.