The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1907-06-01

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Don't cry, Ada. my darling, you will
make yourself III again" entreated
the distracted mother. "Ill send 10
town and then stopped. Whom
could she send?
At this critical moment stepped
up and cheerfully offered my
reckless young services. would
drive Whitesox over-why, had I not
driven him often? failed to add
that on those occasions ] had either
been under the eye or by the side OF
| Jake, the cusser." "You know how
kind and gentle he is and he does not
pull an ounce"
The anxious mother hesitated and
we all know what happens wheE a
woman hesltates. The voice of the
tempter spake with my lips: THE
day is so mild and fine can use that
light one-seated topless trap. His
public work is over for the year--so
no one can possibly object
got the precious notices and turn
ed homoward. All had gone well
Whitesox and | had had one slight
difference Of opinion, and he was a
bit vexed because insisted upon let
ting a carriage and pair pass us But
now we were heading for home-the
houses were thinning. hummed
happily a little tune and laughed to
see his delicate ears Tip and turn this
way and that, trying to place the un.
| usual sound. Then from side lane
there turned into the road big bay,
ugly, scrawny and thin Of name and tail
but trotter for all that Whitesox
felt his presence. and do believe his
quality. | held him gently but firmly
in and said: STEADY, boy--steady!'
and waited for the bay TO pass. As
he did so. his driver recognized
Whitesox and leaning out challenged
me to race. fixed my eyes straight
ahead and lost, apparently, the sense
of hearing.
He waS a middle.agcd, red-faced,
vulgar brute, and secretly was
frightened lest he might be I'm liquor
and crazily cause some accident lie
saw the effort It cost me TO keep my
nervous horse down. and he tried with
cluckings and ger longs to force
him to break bonds. At last he cried
ont to me: "Ah, you're coward
that's what's the matter with you!
Why don't yer drive a goat with gilt
horns, pretty pet?"
My face was like fre---but kept
steady hands and unseeing eyes. He
drove in closer: "That anything call
ing itself driver would take dare!
Chicken-heart!"
Whitesox was really fretting rather
alarmingly spoke: Wont you
please go on--this is not race
course"
Nav" he sneered "if II was he
wouldn't be on IL, the brute! I've got
a twenty dollar gold piece here thold.
ing out the coin) that says that fin.
nicky Lightfoot cant reach Threc
Rocks ahead of this horse Fishhawk
more than that, he cant go half the
distance without breaking his gait
Dashed, discredited, white-footed plat
er!"
II was too much-besides | could
not hold him much longer. ! gave him
the world let him CO. A new heaven
and a new earth! What brought the
words to me- | cannot toll but they
came separate, distinct. like so many
blows. Then my thoughts went on
| may never know about any heaven,
lt,t yhfg 10 ttfArI1 sv1n
world Power was delicious! Flying
was delicious, too! My muscles, ner.
yes, seemed to be turning TO steel, but
living, thrilling steel! "Die-die
Whitesox!" | breathed, but get to
Three Rocks first! Fishhawk is ugly
but he's strong! Oh, don't break
DON'T"
Aloud, pleaded: STEADY, boy
please steady--sieady!
That brute of man heard and
laughed; Steady? Steady lot!
He'll break in another second"
There were the Rocks ahead, but
my wrists good heaven. M wrists
were weakening. ! could not feel my
fingers any more-wool seemed to fill
my mouth-hot pains stung my eye
balls, and there was the warning
trembe down the satiny flank! II
was not who spoke--I swear It; but
something Independent of me or my
will cried over my lips; "Cuss EN-,
boy! oh, oh, cuss 'em! cuss 'em!" He
steadicd Something threw me for.
ward-a flame ran up my back
sparks danced before my eyes, and in
the voice of a mad woman, there rang
out on the air; Eat 'em up, boy! Eat
em up Damn him, II you must-but
eat him up!" and he whirled me past
Three Rocks, and went laundering on
a bit beyond pursued by the cry:
Lightfoot wins-by thunder!"
Cooled and apparently sane, We en-.
tered the home gates, to find Jake
waiting and watching; and that vain
glorious Whitesox, with a Whitney of
triumph, thrust his face into the be.
loved breast and-told all. To Jake's
pictorial questioning pantingly eiac.
ulated: "He was insulted. Jake, chal-
lenged and insuted by Flshhawk's
man. who called our lovely Whltesox
a discredited, breaking old platter and
and"
A slow red was crawling up Jake's