The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1902-07-15
wHALEBoNE, RUNAWAY MARE.

Tom Vaughn and Hathaway were sit
ting on park bench watching the pa
rade of traps. carts. phaetons. carriages,
1ne horses and automobiles.
Look. George" said Tom, pointing
down the drive as a racy chestnut cob
swung into view with smart cart at its
heels and pretty girl on the box. with
a knowing footman beside her Look
That's the very individual 1 Unlocking
fori''
You mean the girl or the horse?' said
Hathaway.
Did you ever see such knee action2''
l can't see her knees. and
She angles her hooks like pupil Of
Delsarter'
Splendid complexion." said George.
staring AT the girl.
Perfect manners and plenty Of speed >"
said Tom, watching the hlly.
But at that moment putting. ghost
ike automobile swept round the curve.
The toppy cob stood stock still for a mo-
nent. then bucked into the air like an
outlaw broncho. The girl chung bravely
to the reins and brought down her whip
with resounding whack across the FLY 5
back. That was enough. The mettie-
some beast swung swiftly toward the
bench where Vaughn and Hathaway had
been sitting and bolted over it like an
Irish hunter at a siz-ran fence.
a cross-country cimahpnol' owr'X
A. cross-country champion-whoa,"
Tom unfinished sentence ended in a
shout at the horse. for already the cart
vas on axle end and the girl and her
footman were sprawliRg topsy-turvy in
the grass. Hathaway picked up the bed
ragged beauty. but Vaughn seized the
plunsing animals bride The gathering
crowd set the cart 10 rights and in an
other moment, pale with anger and cha
grin, and with hasty Thank you" to
the crowd. the girl was back on her
perch, with the scared footman beside
her.
Now, Whalebone. you imp" she cried
"a the horse, and Selling her whip she
cut it Kissing across the painting TANKS,
so that horse and cart, pretty girl and
covering servant went flashing down the
road at breakneck speed.
I'D give five hundred to own her,
said Tom. gazing after them.
Her? You mean the girl. of course.
Ia give FIVE thousand. drawled Hatha-
way.
Bradley" the girl was saying, as they
neared home. you must sell Whalebone.
She won't get used to automobiles
An right. Miss Dunlevy.'
Take two hundred. take anything for
her. 1 paid six hundred. We've had two
Gpsets already end-well, I'm not ready
foi a funeral just yet.
Il see. miss"
You can put an 'ad' in the paper to-
night like this: For sale-Imported hack
ney-cob, 4-year-old; sound-let's see, it
wouldn't do &c say 'gentle'A-year-o
sound, oh. yes, city broke, fine action.
speed. style, and er. weIl-perfect man
ners.' How does that sound, Bradley"
All right. miss. That ought TO sell
her, miss"
The Dunlevy's were installed in their
seashore home early in July.
There's a new family at The FRS this
year said Mrs. Dunleyy, reading the
paper over her morning chocolate. the
Vaughns. and they're from Chicago.
Then, TO her husband Know any
Faughns back home. Walter?''
Yes. / know Horace Vaughn, but l
never met his family. He has two daugh-
teTs and a son. and
"Oh. goody for the son" laughed Miss
Helen, clasping her hands, we need
few more men; he is a man, isn't he,
dad?"
"Oh. guess so. He's of age. any
how. suppose it's the proper thing for
me to drop in on them, isn't it. MAJ
And so 1t was agreed, and the next day
Tom and one of his sisters called on the
and as the quaint old village
by the Massachusetts shore began TO fiji
W with summer pleasure seekers. and
one by one the splendid homes along the
coast began to take on the gay life of a
new season. Miss Helen commenced TO
think that Tom Vaughn was not only a
man, but a man amongst men. She was
sitting on the veranda alone when he
drove up in mis- cart one purple evening
and cried: ''Will YOU have a ride by the
surf, Miss DunlevG ?" And she ran down
to laugh, yes, and was up on the high
seat beside him before he could get down
to help her. But as they drove out of the
sharows into the tawny, moonlit road.
she looked down at the housekeeping
mare. a 1.-THE. mettlesome, sorrel, with
4 very familiar toss of the chest and
most hewitching. coquetish style.
A pretty mare. Mr.. Vaughn said
Miss Dunlevy, is she gentle?''
"Oh. l hope So he said. II bought
her from lady who guaranteed her
perfect manners"
What's her nance" nervousIy.
oh I don't know the lady's name. Her
,oachman dealt with me.
4 mean the mares name
''Whalebone." said Tom. that's what
he coachman said. but I don't like it.
Do you?"
A scream was the answer. for at that
instant one of those Wheeling. gasping !
French autos. with a headlight as big as /
he full moon. came darling down the |
ill toward them.
'sWhalebone will run away. Tom" said /
he girl. involuntarily clinging 70 his I
lrm.
.'Oh. no, she won't The lady assured /
ne that the mare was city broke, and
Hold her. hold her. Tom" The terri /
Jed girl was watching the coming jugger- /
laut and the nervous mare by turns.
Perfect manners. continued Tom. sit !
ing very calm and satisfied.
Shell jump the fence Tom And II 4
cemed as If the girl was right. for as the /
hortling automobile dashed within hear /
ng the little mare stopped aquivsr.
Put your arms round my waist. /
Helen. said Vaughn. and as she gripped Z.
i'm and hid her face behind his broad I
.ack she heard the hiss OF the machine
S it flew by. the cart leaped up and for
ward there was a Volley Of hoof beats on 4
he wooden bridge and above the roar OF i
he spinning wheels and the iolting groans /
f the two-wheeler she heard Tom cry:
Hold on tight. Helen. Keep your head /
own and hold on. The mare Is running
way.
And as they few through the dark
ess. ricochettins against rocks. bounding
yer obstacles. swaying from side TO side
ne began 70 wonder why the strong man /
G whom she chung was 50 incapable of
yelling the pony-built hackney. bot when
[ last she heard the hiss Of his whip I
nd felt the frightened Whalehone leap
onward again under the sting Of its lash
he sat Up beside Tom. and before ne
lcssed what she meant. she seized the
ems from his hands and brought the
aare 70 her launches.
Great heavens. but your Re strong. /
felen," Re wondered.
she wasn't running away At all d" pouf- I
G the girl looking ruefuIy al his face
p the twilight. 1t was a mean trick.
hats what & vas. Tom. Why did you