The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1905-08-14
THE RUNAWAY MARE
BIZ JOHN H. RAFTTRY.

Tom Vaughn and Hathaway were slit ms
on a park bench watching the parade O.
traps, carts, phaetone, carriages, fine
horses and automobiles.
Look, George!" said Tom, pointing
down the drive racy chestnut cob swung
into view with a smart cart at it's heels
and pretty girl on the box, with a know
ing footman beside her. Look! That's
the very individual I'm looking fort"
You mean the girl or the horse" said
Hathaway.
Did you ever see such knee actaon!
Il can't see her knees, and"
!. "She angles her hooks like q pupil Of Del
sarte.'
Splendid comple1ion!" said George, star
ing at the girl.
Perfect manners and plenty of speed!''
said Tom, watching the filly.
But at that moment putting, ghostlike
? automobile swept around the curve. The
toppy cob stood stock still for a moment
then bucked into the air like an outlaw
broncho. The girl chung bravely to the
reins and brought down her whip with a
resounding whack. across the filly,s back.
That was enough The mettlesome beast
swung swiftly toward the bench where
Vaughn and Hathaway had been sitting
and bolted over it like an Irish hunter at
a six-rail fence.
"A cross country champion = whoav'
Tom unfinished sentence ended in a shout
at the horse. for already the cart was on
axle end and the girland her toolman were
sprawllng topsy-turvy on the glass. Hatha-
way picked up the bediaggled beauty, but
Vaughn seized the plungng animals bride.
The gathering crowd SCI tae cart to rights
anu la Avthe.-ll.oment, pti.e with anger and
caagrin, and with a hasty Thank YOU to
the crowd, the girl was back on her perch,
with the scared footman beside her.
Now, Whalebone, you imp!" she cried
at the horse, and Selling her whip she cut
it kissing across the painting TANKS, SO that
horse and cart, pretty girl and covering
servant went flashing down the road at
breakneck speed.
"Pd give five hundred to own her." said
Tom, gazing after them.
Her? You mean the girl, of course. I'd
give FIVE thousand" drawled Hathaway.
Bradley" the girl was saying, de they
neared home, you must sell Whalebone
She won't get used to automohees
"All right, Miss Dunlevy."
Take two hundred, take anything for
her. l paid six hundred. We've had two
upsets already and-well, I'm not ready for
funeral just yet"
Il see, miss
you can put an adj in the paper to-
night like this: For sale Imported hack
ney-eob, four year old; sound-let's see, it
wouldn't do to say 'gentle-four-year old,
sound, on, yes, city broke, fine action, speed,
style and er, well-perfect manners.' How
does that sound, Bradley"
'All right, miss. That ought to sell her,
miss
The DuAlevy g were installed in their sea-
shore home early in July.
There's a new family at The Firs this
year said Mrs Dunlevy, reading the paper
over her morning chocolate, 1.-The Naughns,
and they're from Chicago" Then, to her
husband: Know any Vaughns back home,
Walter?"
Eyes. 1 know Horace Vaughn, but l
never met his family. He has two daueh-
tiers and son, and"
"Oh, goody for the son." laughed Miss
Helen, clapping her hands, 1--WE need a few
more men; he ie man, isn't he, dad"
"Oh, guess so. He's of age, anyhow,
/ suppose it's the proper thing for me to
drop IN on them, isn't it, ma ~
And 50 it was agreed, and the next day
Tom and one of his sisters called on the
Dunlevy's, and as the quaint old village by
the Massachusetts shore began to fill up
with summer pleasure seekers, and one by
one the splendid homes along the coast be
gan to take on the gay life of new season,
Miss Helen commenced to think that Tom
Vaughn was not only a man, but a man
men. She was sitting on the YER
anda alone when he drove up in MS cart
one purple evening and cried: Will Won
have ride by the surf, Miss Dunlevy!"
And she ran down to laugh yes, and was
up on the high seat beside him before he
could get down to help her. But as they
drove out of the shadows into the tawny.
moonht road, she looked down at the higa-
stepping mare, 1.-the, mettlerome, sorrel
with very familiar toss Of the crest and
a most bewitching, eoquettisn syle
"A pretty mare. Mr.. Vaughn" said Miss