Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1903-05-21

Texas girl, will hereafter have a story
to tell that will not fail to arouse
breathless interest. That she sur
wives to tell it excites the wonder Of
those who witnessed her peril. The
young woman lives with her parents
on a ranch near the new line of rail.
road that has just been constructed
between Brentwood and Brady.
A few days ago young man, who
was working for Mr.. Castle, was
thrown from wild mustang and 50
badly hurt that it was deemed neces-
sary to summon physician as hur-
riedly as possible. Mr.. Castle was
confined to his bed with fever, and
there was no one about the premises
to attend to the urgent matter but his
daughter. When Miss Gertrude came
to look around for a horse she was
chagrined to discover that the animals
were all loose in pasture long dis
lance from the house.
In this emergency her eyes hap
pened to fall upon a pet steer that
was standing in one of the corrals.
This peculiar animal is as gentle as
lamb and usually as easily managed
under the saddle as a trained mus
tang. He was raised a pet and, being
finely formed, pretty and remarkably
docile, he is great favorite with
everybody on the ranch. Children play
with him as they would with a harm
less, friendly dog, and boys and girls
have ridden him without fear since
he was a yearling. Milk white, swift,
and of proud bearing, he makes his
part Of an interesting picture as he
gallops along the road with a pretty
girl on his back.
The fearless Texas girl did not
glance a second time at Comanche.
Calling the pet steer she ran to the
barn to procure a halter and saddle.
A few moments afterwards she was
galloping along the road towards
Brownwood.
people will laugh at me-" she whis-
pered to herself, but Comanche can
travel like a racehorse and he is as
pretty as a picture"
For the first four miles nothing oc-
Cured to mar the pleasure of the ride,
for the healthy girl enjoyed the ex-
element and the puzzled look on the
faces of the people she met and
passed. Then she heard a rumbling
noise behind her, and upon turning
her head she saw a locomotive and a
train of cars coming towards her at
a high rate of speed The wagon road
that Comanche was following ran par
allel with the railroad track and close
to it. The girl cast her eyes towards
Brentwood, and it looked as If the
two roads ran side by side, clear into
the town. To all appearances It was
a level plain and perfectly straight
tracks.
Now for a race!" she exclaimed,
as she gave the steer smart cut with
her riding whip. The shrek of the
locomotive sounded like a challenge,
and with blood warmed to exhilaration
by the exciting situation she turned
her head and beckoned to the engi.
neer to come on.
The locomotive was soon by her
side and the passengers were cheer
ing with wild enthusiasm. They
want me to beat!" she exclaimed,
land they will have my name in the
papers"
A sharp whistle from the locomotive
attracted her attention, and when she
looked she noticed that she was forg.
ing ahead, actually beating an ex-
press. Comanche Is really a racer
was the thought uppermost in hear
mind, suddenly replaced by chill of
horror.
In front of her and not many steps
away she saw something that nearly
CONCEALED her blood. The road made
a sudden turn directly across the rail
road track. A glance convinced her
that 1t was too late to check the speed
Of the steer, and she knew that 1t
would be impossible to turn him or
force him to leave the road and go