The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1903-05-13
MEXICAN
MUSTANG
IMMINENT.

hoping that the head might be within
call. Then she sprang back and found
herself staggering toward the terrace
again, for the scientific faculty In q
body crowded the big room.
She could not rush in upon that au-
gust array, shrieking that Ford Have
nor, president of the senior class, was
caught by both feet in a barrel. Ford
might never live to hear the last Of it.
She might ring and ask to see the head
alone, but 9 p. m. was an uncanny
hour for a hatless and disheveled col
lege girl to be making faculty calls,
and the head was merciless tease.
At the foot of the slope she met the
village fire engine. 1t roared past her,
a demoniac chariot, the horses leaping,
the men yelling frantic orders.
Sick with terror, Helen turned and
ran reeling and trembling up the hill.
Had the barrel contained dynamite
instead of lime? Was Ford dead? She
clinched her Gathering teeth and sped
on.
The observatory driveway was
choked with engine and patrol. The
forty wise men of science, a radiant
galaxy, were crowding to the vehicle,
shouting wild inquiries. Above their
futile clamor rose the protesting bel
low of the engine driver.
We'll if We amt got no fire what in
blazes dye mean by calm us out:''
"Arrah, perfessor, darlin', it's me
what ringed fer the perlice," came
Bridget's sobbing wall. Sure, there's
a burglar feminist the terrace"
Helen fed on the wings of the wind.
Speeding past the open door of the OBJ
servatOry kitchen, her frenZied glance
lighted on a Ratchet. She snatched it
from the rack and scrambled on down
the terrace. Behind her swelled a tu-
mutt of learned voices.
Ford. Ford, dear! Are you alive"
Hey"
'May hit you with a hatchet?"
"What IN
Helen brought down the Ratchet with
a crash, The thin wood split from end
to end. Another blow-the slaves fell
apart like the segments of an orange.
Ford sprang to his feet. the iron hoops
still clanlling on his shoulders
"We've got to run for it now" She
caught his hand. and they fled for dear
life. springing and stumbling over the
flower beds. AS they flung themselves
silent avenue beyond Bridget's howl
fell on their ears a faraway coronach:
"Arrah, an here's me Ratchet. CHI,
professor. be loolSin at the bloody
handkerchief! A-h-h-h-ee"
us it marked Ford?"
mo, thank heaven
THE Irish lady peeked over the edge,
and told her to come and fish me
out" said Ford between gasps. ''She
screeched and ran If it hadn't been
for you He seized her hands.
Ford, you march straight uptown
and get that cut dressed Do as tell
you"
Not for minute. You've got to re-
cant three things before co.
Il won't
Yes, you will. Listen First, you
will never stoop to your wife; she must
rise to you Second, 4 would have to
stay in the valley and watch you soar
Didn't l soar to beat the band, though
Third, you would dominate always.
Yes, when you took the Ratchet to me.
Now take 'em back"
Helen tore her hands away. "I1l do
nothing of the kind"
"Oh, yes, you will"
Unless" her voice struggled through
queer, choked pauses-" unless you
want me to take back something else
too. l didn't altogether mean-that is,
as you took it,
"Helenv'
The varsity clock rang ten long, mel
low strokes.