The Alaska prospector., 1903-04-09

Helen. clappiIg her hands. i've need few more men; he is man. isn't he. dad.'
 'Oh, l guess 90. He's of age, any how, l suppose it's the proper thing for me to drop in on them, isn't it. ma.''
 And so 1t was agreed, and the next day Tom and one of his sisters called on the Dunlevys, and as the quaint old village by the Massachusetts shore began to fill up with summer pleasure seekers, and one by one the splendid homes along the coast be- gan to take on the gay life of a new season, Mis- Helen commenced to think that Tenn Vaughn was not only a man. but a man amongst men. She was sitting on the yer. anda alone when he drove up in his cart one purple evening and cried: Will you have a ride by the surf. Miss Dunlevyg" 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 shadows into the tawny, moonlit road, she looked down at the high. stepping mare, a 1.-the. mettle~ome. sorrei with very familiar toss of the erect and a most bewitchins. coquettish syle.
 "A pretty mare, Mir. Vaughn" said Miss Dunlevy. 'Ts she gentle."
 "Oh, 1 hope so," he said. "I bought her from 6 lady who guaranteed her perfect manners"
 Whats her name:" nervously.
 "Oh, l don't know the lady's name. Her coschuAn dealt with me"
 ''l mean the mare's nams."
 ''Whalebone," said Tom, 'that's what the coachman said, but don't like it. Do you."
 A scream was the answer, for at that instant one of those wheezing, gasping French autos, with a headlight as big as the full ..,uo du ,uxy I.,uc Sk~ m ward them.
 ''Whalebone will run away, Tom!" aid the girl, involuntarily eiinging to his arm.
 "Oh, no she won't. The lady assured me that the mare was city-broke, and"
 Hold her, hold her, Tom!" The terrified girl was watching the coming juggernaut and the nervous mare by turns.
 Put your arms round my waist, Helen," said Vaughn, and as she gripped him and hid her face behind his broad back she heard the hiss of the machine as it flew by, the cart ieaped up and forward, there was . volley of hoof beats on the wooden bridge and above the roar of the spinning wheels and the jolting groans of the two-wheeler she heard Tom cry:
 Hold on tight, Helen, Keep your head down and hold on. The mare A running away"
 And as they flew through the darkness, richochetting against rocks, bounding over obstacles, swaying from side to side, she began to wonder why the strong man to whom she clung was so incapable of quelling the pony-bnilt hackney but when at last she heard the hiss of his whip and felt the frightened Whalebone leap forward again under the sting of its lash she sat up beside Tom, and before he guessed what she meant, she seized the reins from his hands and brought the mare to her launches.
 Great heavens, but you're strong, Hell en!" he wondered.
 "She wasn't running away at all," pouted the girl. looking ruefully at his face in the twilight, it was mean trick, that's what it was, Tom. Why did you do it.'
 Il wish l hadn't broke her to automo. piles. Helen," he sighed.
 "Why:"
 'I'd like her to run away with all my life if-"
 "If what, Tom"
 of it'd make you-er-cling to me like that, dear"
 But runaways were superAuous after that. Chicago Record Herald.