Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-07-05

rider.
AS he thrust his spurs into his
horse, he looked at the mare. She
had most certainly bolted, and SO far
as control went, Leola might as well
have been doll as human being.
Setting his teeth hard Cyril slashed
at his horse, which seeming to under
stand what was required, few over
the short turf.
But hard as he few the mare seem
ed to gain ground. The broken lines
of the frail fencing round the pit
grew distinct, the mare was rapidly
approaching them, her head set low,
her evil temper in full revolt.
Leola still retained her seat, but
her white face was turned toward him
imploringly She uttered no sound
but the set lips and wide open eyes
showed that she knew and appreciated
her danger.
Cyril had ridden many race for
life in the bush. but never such a one
as this.
"If were only on that beast of a
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all of murmur or complaint.
Leaning well forward he dashed
and spurred. The fence grew nearer
and nearer!
| A minute would decide it,
Suddenly the mare seemed to see
and appreciate her danger. She
threw up her head and flung back
the white foam, but was powerless
to stop.
| Leola saw the rotten fence before
her, the yawning pit beneath her,
then suddenly she felt a tremendous
shock. and the mare seemed to be
thrust on one side, and over her
leaned the set face Of Cyril Kingsley.
Save me- Save mel" she cried,
| family. Then she fell-not to the
bottom of the pit as she dreaded, but
into his arms!
There had not been a moment to
spare Even as he. rode his horse
full at the mare, her nose was touch
ing the fence; but he had Leola in
his arms safe, and the mare founder
ing on the grass.
He had her in his arms, her hair,
slipping from it's thick coil, flooding
his breast, her face resting against
his, and the pale lips touching the
buttons of his coat.
She was saved.
For minute or so the strong man
was unnerved.
He pressed her closely to him,
and nestled her cold face to his burn
ing one.
Happily for her insensibility had
come between them, but presently he
felt the breath come back and fan
his cheek, the color returned to her
lips, and the limp arms chung to him,
and her hair streamed over him; SO
lie held Ler tightly pressed to his
breast, his heart beating fast and
furious, anc her bosom heaving
against it.
Slowly consciousness returned. but
bringing with it the weakness of
child
shudder hid her face against him.
Then the passion of the man as
serted itself.
He drew her up to him, and softly
pushing the disheveled hair from her
face, kissed her.
"oh, my darling--my darling!" he
murmured, brokenly.
And instead of drawing away from
him she hid her face and clung closer.
Her arm frightened round his neck,
and she nestled closer to him.
Cyril she murmured, "oh, Cyril,
save mel"
my darling." he said, brokenly
"you are safe-quite safe!" and he
bent and kissed her again.
AS If his words and the caress had
awakened her, she reused and looked
UP at him, and before that look the
mans strong heart seemed to melt.
Then she struggled gently in his
embrace, and. still on his knees, he
helped her to rise.
With her hand to her brow, pale as
dered Then she looked down at
him. and over her face dawned an in
enable tenderness, but she spoke not
word
"Are-are you better. Miss Dale?'
he said.
At the Miss Dale" she started, and
turned from him.
YES" she said, speaking with diff
ficulty. 81 am quite well now. Is the
horse dead?"
Then, / am sorry to say, Cyril in
audibly used strong language.
He did not bless the mare.
She was not dead, but slightly
famed, and, like most evil tempers
when brought to bay, thoroughly
cowed
Don't waste thought on that
beast, said Cyril; think of yourself.
Are you sure-quite sure that you are
not hurt?"
| She drew little nearer TO him as
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