The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1904-09-04

Honor had never used in her life. She
scorned both bride and saddle when
she rode Cyclone, for the pretty
chestnut was trained to the limit, and
touch of her small hand was enough
to send him as fast or as slow as she
desired, and she often declared that
he knew more than some people,
which was doubtless true.
Gerald Warren did not know that
Honor had set about to win the prize
by confiding in Uncle Dick. and that
the thoroughbred Kentucky mare
which her father had brought up only
few months before had been in
training under the saddle, and that
his wild-rose sweetheart was simply
letter perfect in the art of conven-
tional riding. There were other sur
prises in store for everybody that aft
ernoon.
The fair grounds were crowded.
Half a dozen young ladies in prim
black and blue cloth habits, chimney
pot hats, long gauntlets and long wells,
which was the fashionable riding garb
of the day, were gathered near the
judges stand, where their escorts were
chatting with them while waiting for
the order to clear the ring.
Where is your Lady Gay Spanker,
Gerald?" asked his younger sister, as
he drove up with his mother and his
married sister.
Gerald frowned and his face colored.
but before he could answer a little
buzz of comment called his attention.
Honor rode up, unattended. She
wouldn't let even Uncle Dick ride his
old cob beside her, so he had ridden
over in the blackboard.
Lord, but she was a beauty" de-
clared Uncle Dick afterwards. Il felt
like throwing my old hat in the air
and yelling in my JOY at the stir she
made in the Warren crowd"
Honor surely was the center OF at
traction from the moment she entered
the grounds. Her slender black mare
was as mettlesome as only a thorough
bred can be, and tossed her black name
and tail impatiently as she obeyed the
little hand with its touch of velvet
and grip of steel. Honor herself was
as slim and willowy as a young sap
ling in a close fitting black velvet
habit, which was 'conventionally long,
almost sweeping the ground. She had
put up all her pretty golden curls un-
der a little black velvet hat, around
which was a long black plume.
Miss Jefferson looked like a thun-
der cloud. She had expected to see
Honor Bright ride in on her mustang
and in the old black calico habit skirt
she usually wore. Gerald smiled con-
tentedlY. and went to her Immediately
with a loving word, so there were no
tears In her heart to blind her eyes
when the test came.
The tournament began! UP and
down. round this way and back that,
under the coppery sky, the ladies rode.
then. at the order. paused I'm front
OF the judges stand The judges were
undecided. so they sent the horses
through their PAGES again. No de-
cision The ladies would please change
horses.
Honor Bright was of Kentucky IN
an instant but most OF the young
ladies demurred Miss Jefferson de-
clined 10 ride anything but her own
beautiful paced gelding. which she
had shipped from Boston for her SUM
mer visit az Star Cross ranch. The
contest narrowed on the change 10
Honor and two other plalnF-b bred
girls, but even they dared not mount
Kentucky The judges were hard 10
please, for they made Honor ride
each ~ The fiN horses entered rfncie
Dick said that the judges. who were
al fond of Honor 40 t i0 lot hor