The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1905-09-12

puppy barking madly at Beauty's
heels. The rain still poured, but Sun
shine was bent upon seeking refuge
with Granny Bunch. She rode head
long, bending low over Beauty's neck
and singing. The wind was roaring,
but she had no fear of 1t, nor Of the
water when she came to the brook.
She saw it running bank full, turbid
and crested with drift. But Beauty
knew the ford by the landmark trees
on the other side. 1t should not be
more than breast deep anywhere, al
though the current was swift and
strong.
Beauty snorted and, paved as they
went in, but after the third step made
way beautifully. Halfway across Sun
shine flung up her head, laughing
aloud, saying: Pm safe, safe! Maybe
I've been bewitched. Indeed, l think
so. But witchcraft and witches can't
cross running water. I'm SO happyl
Happy as a freed bird"
She heard above the tumbling water
hoarse shout. In spite of herself she
checked Beauty and listened intently.
1t came again. Wilton was crying to
her: "Come back! Back! Come! You
belong to mel Conner
She sat quivering all through for the
space of a breath, then turned her
horse half about, moving a little up
stream. Beauty was contrary. She
plunged willfully forward, lost her foot
ing, scrambled wildly, then went down,
head over ears, in swimming water.
The ford had a gravel bottom, and the
treacherous current had swept out
great holes in it. leaving a quicksand
in between.
They came up together ten feet of,
the mare snorting and swimming gal
lantly. She had struck what should
have been bottom, but was In truth
holding sand. AS she floundered her
self free Sunshine became suddenly
cold. Wilton, she knew, could not
swim stroke, and before he could
fetch help the water, still rising, would
have made an end of Beauty and her
rider. The mare could swim until she
struck shoal water, but there the
quicksand would hold her. Quickly
the girl slipped out of her numbering
rain cloak, flung away hat and gloves
and resolved to try her slight strength
against the raging stream Just as she
was slipping down from the saddle
Dicky cried to her from the other bank:
down! Go down! I'll meet you
On hn fo, how
"Stay where you arep' Wilton shout
ed behind her. IL am going for
help! But before his cry had fairly
died away Beauty's head was down
stream, with Sunshine holding it easily
yet strongly above the racing waves.
1t was hundred yards to the big syca-
more, leaning far over the water, with
a great horny branch almost parallel
with its face
Dicky scrambled out on the branch,
locked his legs about 1t and hung, head
down, to grasp Sunshine and raise her
high enough to grip the big bough.
Hold tight! I'll have-you-up-i
"a minutew he painted. writhing up
himself.
Once she was safe he kissed her
over and over, saying: 'Sunshine!
Sunshine! Suppose Granny had not
sent for me! I never should have
known real sunshine again"
Suppose, rather, you had not been a
strong man." Sunshine said, hiding
her eyes in his breast Then, with a
quick revulsion: did you bring Dicky
the collar? If you did you can have
anything you please In return for it."
THANK you. have all want just
now" Dickv said masterfully, helping
her toward the tree trunk.