The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1901-05-04

the Madison ranch, his host, in the
list of entertainment he was Offering
the Bostonian, promised an exhiti.
ton of bronco riding that should stir
even the beat of that serene gentle
mans well-regulated pulse.
"This morning." said he, II was
afraid that / wouldn't be able to get
my star bronco-buster out for your
edification, Lawrence, for the boys
are telling me that he's been hitting
the Jug pretty lively down at the
store for the past "a hours land he's
never been much OF drinker,
either), but when told him Miss
Glendower wanted 10 show you the
convolutions of bucking horse, IL
seemed to sober him up bit; and he
not only promised TO furnish the
thrills, but 10 do. the business up
with all the trimmings-fo he's go
ing TO ride Sobrepaso, the man
killer big, blaze-face sorrel that
every vaquero In the country has
given up unconquered. Mesquite him
self refused TO mount him again
some time ago; but to-day he is in
humor l can't quite understand
spite Of the bad whisky he's been
trying to get away with-and seems
ready to tackle anything"
I'm grateful to you, Roy, for"
,"Oh, you'll have to thank Audrey
for the show. Mesquite is doing IL
for her sake solely; he has been her
abject slave ever since she came"
Both men laughed and looked at
Miss Glendower, who did not even
smile. IL might have been that she
did not hear them.
They rose and went out to the
shaded piazza, where IL was cooler.
The heat was making Miss Glendower
look pale.
They, and the ranch hands who saw
Sobrepaso-the beautiful red devil"
Mrs. Madison called him--brought out
into the gray, hard-beaten square that
formed the arena, felt a thrill OF
nervous expectancy-a chilling thrill
AS Mesquite made ready TO mount.
The horse was blindfolded ere the
saddle was thrown on; but with all
the fury of fiend he fought, in turn.
blanket, and saddle, and cincha. The
iaquima was slipped on, the stirrups
tied together under the horses belly,
and all the while his squeals of rage
and maddened snorts were those of
an untamed beast that would battle
TO the death. The blind then was
pulled up from his eyes, and, at the
end of 60-foot reata, he was allowed
to go bucking and plunging in fury
of uncontrolled wrath around the In
closure. At last, sweating, and with
every nerve twitching in his mad
hatred of the meddling of man, he
was brought to standstill, and the
blind was slipped down once more.
He stood with all four feet braced
stiflly, awarkadly apart, and his head
down, while Mesquite hitched the
cartridge-bel (from which hung his
pistols holster) in place; frightened
his wide-rimmed battered hat on his
head; slipped the strap of his quirt
on his wrist; looked again at the
fastenings of his big, juggling spurs;
and then with quick, upward
glance at Miss Glendower-the first)
touched caressingly n little bunch of
white primroses he had plucked that
morning from their bed in the sand
hills and pinned to the lapel of his
unbuttoned vest, before he gathered
into his left hand the reins. and made
ready for his cat-like spring into
place. So, quickly his left foot
touched the stirrup. there was the
sweep of a long leg thrown across the
saddle, sinuous swing into place, the
blind whipped up from the blood-shot
eyes, the spurred heels grip on the
cincha, a shout from the man, a devil
ish sound from the mustang, and
Mesquite was ready for the maddened
horses first upward leap as he went
blindly fighting his way around and
around the Enclosure.
Mesquite sat the Infatuated animal
as though he himself were but a part
OF the "man-killer." His seat was
superb. Miss Glendower felt tre-
NOR OF pride stir her as she watched
him, that her lover should witness
this matchless horsemanship. She was
pdnilnR between rear ana ucnpnt
while she watched the boys face,
wearing the sweet, boyish smile-like,
yet so unlike, the smile she had come
to know in the past weeks--and the
yellow curls blowing back from tho
barred forehead.
Sobrepaso rose in his leaps to great
heights, almost falling backward, to
plunge forward again, with squeals
of rage that he could not unseat his
rider. The boy sat there, king;
king of his own little world, while he
slapped at his horses head and
withers with the sombrero that
swung in his hand. Plunging and
leaping, around and around. now here
and now there, about the Enclosure
they went, the horse n mad hurri-
cane and his rider n centaur. Mes
quite was swayed back and forth, TO
and fro, but no surge could unseat
him. Miss Glendower grew warm in
her Joy OF him as she looked.