The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-04-07
THE RUNAWAY MARE
BIZ JOHN H. BATTERY.

4OAA &&A 1919 u
on a park bench watching the parade Of
traps, carts, ~phaetones carriages fine
horses and automobiles.
Look, Georgef" said Tom, pointing
down the drive a. a racy chestnut cob swung
into view with a smart cart at its heels
and a pretty girl on the box, with q know
ing footman beside her. aLookt That's
the very individual I'm looking fort"
you mean the girl or the norseT said
Hathaway.
did you ever see such knee ~actioni"
Il can't see her knees, and
she angles her hooks like q pupil Of Del
sartel"
splendid eompIe1ion." said George, star
ing at the girl.
Perfect manners and plenty Of speed"
said Tom, watching the FLY.
But al that moment a putting, gbostiIke
automobile swept around the curve The
toppy cob stood stock std for a moment,
then bucked INTO the air ike an outlaw
broncho. The girl clung brayely to the
reins and brought down her whip with a
Resembling whack across the hllyis back
That was enough The mettEesorne beast
swung swiftly toward the bench where
Vaughn and Hathaway had been sitting
and bolted over It like an Irish hunter at
q six-rail fence.
a cross-countg champion - Ehoal
Toms unfinished sentence ended IN a
at the horse, for already the cart was on
axle end ard the grl ard her foOtman were
SPRAYING to~psyturvy on the grass Hatha-
way picked up the ~bedragg.ed beauty, but
Vaughn seized the plunging animals bride
The gathering crowd SET tae cart TO rights
and IN another moment, pale with anger and
eaazrTn and with a TASTY Tank yOu" to
the crowd, TIE girl was back on her perch,
with the scared footmzn beside her.
Now, Whalebone, you impt" she cried
at the horse, and seizing her whip she cut
it Kissing across the painting Ranks, 90 that
horse and cart, pretty girl and covering
servant went flashing down the read at
bEeakEeck speed
I'D give i've hundred 70 own her said
Tom, gazing after them.
Herr You mean the girl, of course. I'd
give five thousand" drawled Hathaway
Bradley" the girl was saying, as they
neared home, you must eel Nhalebone
Size wont get used 70 automobiles
-AII right, Miss Dunlevy
Take two hundred, take anything for
her. / paid xx hundred We've had two
upsets already and-welI, I'm not ready for
a funeral Just yet"
4 see, miss"
you can put an 'ad' in the paper to-
night like this For sale Imported rack
rey-eob, four year old; sound-Eet ; see, it
wouldn't do to say gentle-four-yearold,
sound, oh, yes, city broke, fneaction, speed,
style and er. wel-perfect manners- How
does that sound, Bradley"
"Al right. miss That ought to sell her,
miss
TIE Dunlevy's were installed IN rheir sea
shore home early IN July.
There's a new family at The FRS this
year, said Mrs. Dunlevy. reading the paper
over her morning chocolate. the Saughns,
and they re from Chicago Then, to her
husband; Know any NaUgnns back home,
Walter
Yes. l know Horace Vaughn, but
never met his family He has two daugh.
tiers and a son, and
~0h, goody for the son, laughed Ms.
Helen, ~elappiEg her hands, We need a lev
more men; he K a mau. Isn't be, dadg7
"Oh. l guess 80 Hes OF age, aEyhow.
I suppose its the proper thing for me tc
drop in on them, isn't it, ma
And 50 1t was agreed, and the next DAY
Tom and one OF lis sisters called on tas
DunIevy Z, and as the quaint old village BY
the Massachusetts shore began TO i'll "
with summer pleasure seekers, and one b
one the splendid homes along the coast be
gan 70 take on the gay lite Of q new season
Miss Helen commenced TO think that Ton
Vaughn was not only q man, but a mar
amongst men. Sic was sitting on the yer
enda alone when he drove up IN his cart
one purple evening and cried WI you
7 have a ride By the surf. Miss Dunlevy
And she ran down to laugh yes, and wa.
up on the high seat beside him before hs
could get down 70 help her. Bat a they
drove out Of the shadows into the taWny
moouIis road, she looked dOwn at the hIga
stepping mare, a 1.-the, mettlesome, sore
with a very familiar toss Of tae crest and
a most bswiteaIng. Coquessish sybe-
a pretty mare, Mr. Vaughn, said Ms
! Dunlsvy. is she gentle
"On. / hope 50, ne said. Il bought hel
from a lady who guaranteed her perfec
manners
What's her nameg' u~ervouSIy.
"'Oh, / don't know the lady name He
coachman dealt with me-.
! Il mean the mares name
!, -WhaleboRe, said Tom, that's what TIL
cOachman said, but l don't Ike It. Do you9
A scream was the answer, for at TIA
4 instant one Of those wEesziEg, gaspInI
French autos. with a headlight as big as tt
full moon, came tarting down the hM to
ward them
+ ~Whalebone VIII run away. Toni" As
5 the girl, ~inyoluntaIily etinging to his arm
> ~Oh, no she won't The lady assured IA
that the mare was city-bruke, and
: Hold her. hold her, Tom The terri6ei
/, girl was watching the coming ~Iuggeruau
i and the nervous mare By turns.
Put your arms round my waist, Helen
I said Vaugan, and as she gripped him an,
i hid her face behind his broad back 81
: heard the hiss OF the machine as It few By
: the cart lesped up and forward, there was
d volley Of ho0f beats on the wooden bricg
4 and above the roar Of the spinning wheel
{ and the ioltirg gruans Of the twO-wheele
{ she heard Tom cry:
Hold on tight. Helenl Keep your hea
q down and hold on The mare Is runnin
! away"
{ And as they few through the darkness
: r~ichoehetting against rocks bounding owe
: obstacles, s~wSyf1g from side to side, 81
Z began to wonder why the strong man :
whom she clung was 50 Incapable OF Quellin
: the pony-huilt hackney, but when at las
e she heard the hiss of his whip and felt tn
e frightened Wha.ebone leap forward sgai
< under the sting Of its lash she sat up besld