The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1902-09-30
A STUDY IN SCARLET
BY A. CONAN DOYLE.

The situation was full of peril.
Every plunge of the excited horse
brought 1t against the horns again.
and goadcd it to fresh madness.
1t was all that the girl could do to
keep herself in the saddle. yet slip
would mean a terrible death under the
hoofs of the unwiciIy and terrified
animals.
UnacCustomcd to sudden emergen-
cies her head began to swim, and her
grip upon the bride to relax
Choked by the rising cloud Of dust
and by the steam from the struggling
creatures she might have abandoned
hsf efforts in despair but for a kindly
voice at her elbow which assured her
OF assistance.
At the same moment a sinewy brown
hand caught the frightened horse by
the curb. and. forcing a way through
the drove, soon brought her to the out
skirts.
You're not hurt, hope. Miss" said
her preserver. respectfully.
She looked up at his dark. fierce
face and laughed saucily.
I'm awfully frightened" she said
naively; whoever would have thought
that Ponsho would have been so scared
by a lot Of cows"
Thank God you kept your seat"
the other said, earnestly. He was a
tall. savage looking young fellow
mounted on a powerful roam horse.
and clad in the rough dress of a
hunter. with a long rifle slung over his
shoulder. Il guess you are the daugh
ter of John Terrier" he remarked. Il
saw you ride down from his house
When you see him. ask him IL he re-
members the Jefferson Hopes of St.
Louis. If he's the same Terrier. my
father and he were pretty thick"
Hadn't you better come and ask
YOURSELF" she asked demurely.
The young fellow seemed pleased at
the suggestion, and his dark eyes
snarkled with pleasure
I'll do So. he said. we've been in
the mountains for two months, and are
not over and above in visiting Condi
ton He must take us as he finds us"
He has a good deal TO thank you
for and so have H. she answered:
hes awful fond of me. If those cows
had jumped on me, he'd have never
got over it,"
Neither would l." said her com
panion.
You? Well. don't see that it
would make much matter to you. any
how. You amt even a friend Of ours q"
The young hunters dark face grew
so gloomy over this remark that Lucy
Ferrier laughed aloud.
There. | didn't mean that" she
said; of course. you are friend
now. You must come and see us
Now | must push along or father
wont trust me with his business any
more. Goodbye"
Goodbye" he answered. raising his
broad sombrero, and bending over her
little hand.
She wheeled her mustang round
gave it a cut with her riiing-whip, AMI
darted away down the broad road in
n rolling cloud of dust.
Young Jefferson Hone rode on with
his companions. gloomy and tac.turn.
He and they had been among the
Nevada mountains prospecting for sill
YER. and were returning TO Salt Lake
City in the hope OF raising capital
enough to work some IOias which they
had discovered.
He had been as keen rs arv Of them
upon the business until this sudden in
cident had drawn his thoughts into an
other channel.
The sight Of the fair. young gil as
frank and wholesome as the Sierra
breezes had stirred his volcanic. un-
tened heart 70 its very depths
When she had vanished from his
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