Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1905-06-20

Dashing the rowels into his horse. the
| lawyer. without even looking round. rode
madly after Zachary Dobbin had won
good start by this time, and was round
the corner, doing great wonders for his
| time of life--tOssing the tubs, and the
| baskets, and Grace, and even the sturdy
| Carrier like fritters in a pan, while the
cart leaped and plunged, and the smokes
of the wheels went round too fast to be
counted. Grips tugged at Dobbin with
all his might; but for the first time in his
life the old horse rebelled and flung on
at full speed.
He knoweth best, miss: he knoweth
best" cried Zachary, while Grace chung
to him; he hath divination of his own,
if he dothn't kick the cart to tatters. But
never would l turn tail on single man
-wkho is yon chap riding after us?
"Oh, Grips, it is that dreadful man."
whispered Grace, with her teeth Jerking
into her tongue, who has kept me in
prison, and perhaps killed my father.
| Oh, Dobbin, sweet Dobbin, try one more
gallop, and you shall have clover for
ever"
| Poor Dobbin responded with his best
endeavor; but, alas. his old feet, and his
legs, and his breath were not as in the
palmy days; and long stumbling trot,
with canter for a change, were the ut
most he could compass. He wagSed his
grey tail, in brief expostulation, convey
ing that he could go no faster.
Now for ii" said Cripps, as the foe
Overhauled them. Il never was afeard
of one man yet; and l don't name to be-
gin at this time of life. Missy, go down
| into the body of the cart. Her rideth
aisily enough by now; and cover thee up
with the bucking baskets. Grips will
take thee to thy father, little 'un. Never
fear, my deary!'
She obeyed him by jumping back into
the cart--but as for hiding in q basket
Grace had a little too much of her faith
er's spirit. The weather was so fine that
no tilt was on; she sat on the rail there,
and faced her bitter foe.
THAT child is my ward" shouted Mr.
| Sharp, riding up to the side of Grips
while his eyes passed on from Graces;
| give her up to me this moment, fellow.
| can take her by law of the land, and
l will"
Liar Sharp" answered Master Grips,
desiring TO address him professionally,
this here young lady belongeth to her
| father; and no man else shall have her.
| Any reasoning thou hast to come down
with, us will hearken, as we goes along
if so be that thou keepest to a civil
tongue. But high words never bate me
down one penny; and never shall do so,
while the Lord is with me-"
! "Hark you. Cripps," replied Mr.. Sharp,
! putting his lips to the Carriers ear; and
| whispering so that Grace could only
guess at enormous sums of money down
the rail- and no man the wiser!'
! But" said the Carrier. grinning gent
ly; now Liar Sharp hath outwitted his
self. What Liar would offer such a sight
of money for what were his own by the
lai of the land?"
| 1ou cursed fool, will you die?" cried
Sharp, drawing and cooking a great
horse pistol; your blood be on your own
head-then yield"
Grips. with great presence of mind.
made believe for a moment TO surrender,
| till Mr.. Sharp lowered his weapon, and
came up TO stop the cart, and to take
out Grace. In moment, the Carrier,
with wonderful stroke, learned from
long whip welding, fetched down his new
lash on the eyeball of the young and tick
lish horse of the lawyer. Mad with pain
and rage, the horse stood up as straight
as soldier drilling. and balanced on the
turn to fall back. break his spine and
crush his rider. Luke Sharp in his peril
slipped off. and the cart wheel comfort
ably crunched over his left foot. His
pistol bullet whizzed through tall old
tree. He stood on one foot and swore
| horribly
Gee wugg. Dobbin," said Cripps, in a
cheerful, but not by any means excited,
vein; ''us needn't gallop any more now,
l reckon. The Liar hath put his foot
in il. Plaize now, Miss Grace. come
and sit to front again"
We shall have you yet. you old clod,' -
Mr.. Sharp in his rage yelled after him:
"oh, I'll pay you out for this trick.
You aren't come to the corner yet"
"Ho, ho!' shouted Grips; 81 ar
Sharp, my duty to you! You don't catch
me goin' to the corner, sir, If some of
the firm be a waitin' for me there
With these words he gaily struck off
TO the right, through by-lane unknown.
but just passable. where the sound of his
wheels was no longer heard, and the
messy boughs closed over him Grace