Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1904-12-24
THE BLIND
GODS SPORT.


|.~N-ANN 49,
Zone goes much more quickly
by the river paddock road, and it
is II by the clock now, Miss
Grace" said the Scotchman
cts easier to get about
amongst the grass tussocls with
out a heavy habit on said the
Irishman.
'MacarOni is spelling for a can.
ter, and the bIuebell plain was like
a garden when / came across il the
forenoon" said the Scotchman.
Grace Durie puckered her pref
ty brows over the two tempting of
fers. She was standing on the
low, level bridge a narrow plank
affair almost flush with the water
land her slim, whitcciad figure
was reflected in the stream as in a
looking glass, so that Con Sylves
ter, resting on his oars ia the skiff,
had no need to look upwards to
ste her.
Straight in front Of her
stretched the willow shaded. lily
flucked reach, further down it mar
Tuwed, and the willows taet in Il
green arch, and Che boat would
glide through carpet of golden
dust, shaken by every passing
breeze from the willow flowers.
And all the time the dark-faced.
blue-eyed Irishman would enter
tain her with the brightest Of
stories, more 81 less true, gath
cred in the highways and byways
of the world through which he had
Travelled.
On the other hand, it was one OF
the most sunny spring days, when
one feels pleasure ia active
movements, and here was Maca-
roni ready saddled on the bank,
with scantily-clad black boy rid
ing ''sidesaddle" on his back to
keep him exercised. just beyond
the belt Of myall trees the blue
bell plain began; Donald Rennie.
in all probability. would scarcely
talk 10 her at all; but she was not
at all sure that silence would not
suit hon mood hoaI
II think she began, reflective
~, and then it was that Rennie
made a great mistake.
You have right 10 come with
me, Miss Grace" lac said, eagerly,
because you told me to get the
horse, otherwise l should have
gone long ago in the wagonet."
Really, Mr.. Rennie-s surely
can change my mind if wish to.
Bring the boat ltttle nearer, Mr.
sylvester, if you please"
, With a sweep OF the right oar
Con was alongside the bridge. He
was not the sort Of man to lose an
opportunity, and he caught Miss
Durie's white hand in his own
brown ones and swung her into
the boat before she had time TO
change her faciIe mind again
Donald raised his hat and turned
OF his heel abruptly, His honest
face was crimson with anger. Miss
Durie had promised to, ride with
him, and now he would have to
cOlntermand the order for the
horses, and also stand a good deal
of chatf from his fellow jackaroOs
al the bachelors quarters. that
evening, TO say nothing Of the inn
pudent remarks Of Abe black boy.
Bupdi. e., ,,i.;,
Take the horses back to the
yard, Bundi,' he said, quickly, as
he passed by; but Bundi, the son
of King Jackey, was not to be put
OIL SO easily. "Waf Tor you Let, that
fellow run off with missile? No fel
low game to ran off with my
lubra," he said, genially, trOttine.
his horse in the young. fellows
wake.
-'Bo as I tell yOuat once; Arhless
you want to be kicked" said Don
aid.
SCOT yoar hair of alright this
time" said Bundle, with innocent
amazement, but he Thought best
to obey orders, and turned down
the stable lane obedIentTy.
There was large picnic in the
river bends that AFTERNOON, and
Donald had been looking forwarc
to it, but now he was determined
not to 90; instead he would spend