Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-08-11

once, distinguishing himself In all the feats
and overseeing his men.
THE Englishman,'' exclaimed Margaret.
Whoever he was, he knew how to ride.
The closing performance of the day was
the subjugation of untamed horses, and
indeed, my dear Anna, it was terrifying
sight Wild horses driven into the Enclosure
dashed madly around the course until they
were thrown and dragged to the starting
place to be saddled. We had been watch
ing Margaret's cowboy, and l saw him
spring into the saddle as the horse under
him leaped up on all four legs and brought
them down in bunch. Then the horse, In
terrible rage. tried to throw his rider; ne
whirled, sat on his launches. leaped madly
| in the air, tried to roll over. and all the
while that man. his eyes blazing. his mouth
| one grim, stubborn line, sat there as coolly
! as II he were on rocking horse. tInaLy
the animal shot down the course like q
| streak, and afraid to look longer, leaned
| back with closed eyes, The silence was
tense; then suddenly it was broken by yells
| and cheers, and I opened my eyes to see
| the horse and rider walking-yes, Anna,
| while the judges beloved something about
Victoria" through the megaphone.
Margaret, leaning over the edge of the
| box, quivered with excitement. "Just
couldn't he ride!" she breathed softly, with
| all of woman's admiration for the master
| full masculine. He is real man. He
She was interrupted by the arrival OF
| Dick. Behind him doomed the tall figure
of the strenuous cowboy, who stood. SON.
brero In hand. while Dick presented him as
Jim Lancaster"
Margaret smiled, and when Margaret
smiles she is an alluring combination OF
starry eyes and bewildering dimples. Then
she held out a slim hand. I'm so glad
you've come" she said fervently. eve
been wanting to know you"
Such my dear Anna. was the spectacular
entrance Of the leading man.
man always has been to Margaret q
| thing to be smiled upon and encouraged,
| therefore the increasing and ever-length-
ening visits of the cowboy caused me no
uneasiness. I even allowed her to ride with
| him.
Its all right. Let her CO." said Dick.
Jim Lancaster is no mammals boy. but
he's straight as a string, and it will do her
good
So she galloped across the wide. sweeping
| plains, her cowboy always beside her, at
tendant upon her least caprice. he taught
her to send a lasso whizzing over an &C
commodating gate post with unerrtng aim;
she even learned to shoot margaret is
nothing If not thorough, while from my
| the little drama. utterly unaware even that
| 1t was a drama or that my call came next
"Jim's over here a good DEAL" comment
| ed Dick one evening as we sat as usual on
| the little porch. Margaret and the English
| man were inside. She had been playing,
and now and then the murmur Of CONVEX
saton, punctuated by desultory chords,
f1oated through the open window.
too many of Margaret's admirers through
the maze of their various disturbances to be
affected by the symptoms of this impossible
cowboy.
Jim is only shareholder in the Vic
toria; it's owned by an English syndicate
he went on, shifting his pipe II heard
something once about some property in
England, but he hasn't any money. Still,
he's an all-round man and he'd make a
darned sight better husband for a girl than
some of those little Willie boys you stand
for
I shrugged my shoulders This subject
| of the cowboy threatened to become tire
some.
| Dick pulled vigorously at his pipe. Hes
too good to be played with. If Margaret
doesn't mean anything why can't she lei
him alone?"
my dear Dick" I replied impatiently
'it isn't Margaret's fault that she Is at
tractive. Your cowboy will have to look
out for himself. He seems capable of It."
He was.
Early the next day speck appeared upon
| the horizon which resolved itself into the
| .made-in- England cowboy. Margaret had
| gone with Dick to a distant part Of the
| ranch and l sat on the porch alone.
| I admitted grudgingly that he was good
! looking as he flung himself from his horse