Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-05-24

very quiet" said Philip Dyce,
don't you think so, Kingsley"
| Cyril looked up.
Sometimes" he said.
What do you mean?" exclaimed
Philip Dyce, with smile that was al
most a sheer. at is as quiet as q
lamb. Do you understand horses.
Kingsley"
"a little" replied Cyril. II have
spent three years in the saddle, and
have ridden colts and Australian
plungers."
-'They have made you nervous"
said Philip, "and you think the mare is
not safe"
"1'hat depends upon who rides her."
Nonsense" said Philip Dyce, shes
like a lamb"
And he sprang into the saddle.
Take carel" cried Leola, as the
mare rose on her hind legs, and
showed a strong inclination to claw
at the sun.
There is no need" said Philip
Dyce, quietly; "she is only fresh.
Now, watch her."
And giving her a touch with his
whip, he sent her over the fence and
galloped across the field.
She went indeed beautifully, and
Leola could not withhold her admira-
| ton.
"She seems very quiet" she haz-
arded.
"Mr. Dyce's hand is as light as a
feather and as strong as Steel" he
said, concisely; yours" and he looked
at the small, white hand, delicate as
musicians, ''is not"
"There!" exclaimed Philip Dyce,
riding into the yard as easily as IL he
were on a rocking-horse, "she is as
quiet as a clothes-horse, not an ounce
of vice in her. You must admit you
were mistaken, Kingsley" he said,
with contemDtuous smile.
Cyril shook his head.
"You ride we'll, Mr.. Dyce," he said,
"and she knows it; but would rather
credit her with a pound of vice than
an ounce, especially when she feels
that she is mistress"
my good fellow" retorted Philip
Dyce, haughtily, you are mistaken.
You will make your mistress ner-
vous,"
Leola WINGED and shrank as If the
insolent words had cut her like a
blow. But the man to whom they
were addressed stood as calm and
composed as a rock.
Il have no wish to make my mis-
tress nervous, Mr.. Dyce, but If my
opinion is asked--and if it be not-I
still say the horse is vicious"
Leola scarcely heard the whole of
his reply. The two words, my
MISTRESS" which had so stung her into
shame when Philip Dyce had spoken
them, thrilled through her in Cyril
Kingsley's deep, grave tone.
1t was as If some sweet chord OF
music had floated upon the morning
ar and found an echo in her heart
"Ny mistress" To her it sounded
not as the voice of servant but of a
noble, knightly lover.
Leola's heart beat wildly, and heI
lips parted as If she were listening tC
some sweet, subtle melody
Philip Dyce's voice broke the
: charm.
"At any rate" he said, Il dom
think you will succeed. Miss Dale
has more courage than you seem in
! clined to credit her with, Kingsley
, When you wish to ride" he said
: turning to Leola, you will find the
mare a perfect dove, obedient to the
} slightest touch, and submissive as {
lamb
AS he spoke, with confident smile
he led the horse to the stable.
Cyril Kingsley looked at Leola, ant
In tone that was at once implorins
and commanding. said quickly:
, Miss Dale, have a favor, a grea
; favor to ask, if may, without pre-
sumption"
Leola, startled by his earnestness
made a gesture of assent.
ut is" said Cyril, in low, hur
: ried voice, that you will graciously
: permit me to teach you to ride"
| itolet HuouSu, uuu loOhSu uONh iol
! moment, then raised her eyes.
THANK you," she said, simply.
"One thing MORE" said Cyril, quick
ly. Philip Dyce was sauntering to
: wards them. And that is, that you viii
not ride this mare until you are able
to master her"
Leola hesitated.
i "But Mr.. Dyce---''she hesitated.
CLEAN of passionate impatience
I flashed into Cyril's eyes.
| II am thinking of your safety, MOI
Mr.. Dyce's feelings" he said, almost
4 imoeriously. Then suddenly his tone
{ changed to one of suppiication
Promise, Miss Dale"
! Il promise" said I.eola.
Miss Dale" said Philip Dyce, com
/ ing up, with smile, may venture
( to offer myself as your instructor in
' the art of equestrianism?"
Leola colored.
: Thank you very much" she said