Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-11-25
Mace. then said to Esten:

place, then said to Esten:
! Make Dan change our saddles,
please, while | put on my hat. 4 wish
| / could go without 1t. Riding bare
headed is such fun!"
What's all this?" Mr.. Edmunds ask
ed. stepping out on the porch. He was
tall and weather-beaten, withll still
handsome Rose gave his cheek a
dainty flip and ran past him. crying
out:
| Now, Marse John, don't you say l
mustn't ride Warlock? He is as safe
| as rocking chair-and almost as
easy
Still Mr.. Edmunds looked uncertain
and family troubled He glanced al
most appealingly at Billy, who smiled
and said:
Don't fret Marse John. You're go
ing along, and so am |. Between rs
all Miss Rose is certainly safe
| Five minutes later the riders stream
| ed away, with Rose on Warlock in
front Esten, mounted upon Roses
roam Barbary, rode at the girls elbow.
Billy Hope logged contentedly beside
her father, his eyes clear, his laugh
fresh and untroubled. He was clean.
| souled, clean blooded young fellow,
deeply in love with Rose, but too fair
minded for jealousy. He had lost what
Esten had won, and lost fairly. Losing
had hurt at first, but now he was able
to laugh at his sweetheart's audaeity.
1t was SO like her. this promising to go
with the pair of them to church. 1t
was still more like her-the calm an
nouncement that sae would ride Caps
tain home.
That near. Of course, the place at
her side for Captains master. No wo-
man had ever ridden the big brown,
but Billy was certain Rose could ride
him without a shadow Of risk. She
rode, indeed, anything blttable, since
she had almost grown up in the saddle,
having her own horse and riding alone
ever since she was years old. Further
she did not know how to be afraid.
Warlock found cut that much before
he had carried her hundred yards.
At first, feeling now hand on his
rein, the black horse made play for his
own gait He wanted to run again.
The air had just that tingling, electric
softness that sets a blood beast wild
Rose had a mind to ride at fox trot.
She meant to go decorously, at least as
far as Miss Peggy could see. When she
felt Warlock's stride stretch and quick
en-, she reined him in gently, yet firmly,
patted his neck, then softly snapped
her fingers little way back OF his ear
"Why, how do you know about
that?" E9ten asked, somewhat amazed.
II never told you how I'd trained him"
Il have eyes on purpose to see
things" Rose said smiling. Warlock
had responded properly to the signal,
but had not given up his own mind. In
half minute he was again stretching
his step. Rose drew lightly on the bit.
The horse shock his head, as though
defying her. She gathered the reins
short, held him hard and gave him two
Istinglng cuts in the tanks. AS he
swerved his master cried:
Miss Rose, don't do that He-he
isn't used to it."
''He will not make me do it again"
Rose said, smiling. THAT is one beauty
of blood in a horse. 1t makes him re-
member"
When they were out in the big road
which wound past the gate, Rose gave
i Warlock his head-a bit. Esten smiled
to see it. The black held steadily to
the fox trot. Evidently he had not for
gotten his lesson. Rose smiled too.
Il wish there was nobody but our
selves on the read she said. What
ride we might have! But it would
net do at ali to risk running into staid,