The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1907-06-20

Take, 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 when a
woman hesitates. 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 homeward. All had gone we'll.
Whitesox and I 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 little tune and laughed to
see his delicate ears tip and turn this
way and that, trying to place the I'M
usual sound. Then from a side lane
there turned into the road a big bay.
ugly, scrawny and thin of name and tail
but a trotter for all that. Whtesox
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 middle-aged redfaced,
vulgar brute, and secretly | was
frightened lest he might be in liquor
and crafty cause some accident. He
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
out to me: "Ah, you're a 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 fire-but | kept
steady hands and unseeing eyes. He
drove in closer; THAT anything call.
ing itself a driver would take a dare,
Chicken-heart,
WhitesoX was really fretting rather
please go on-this is not race
course"
Nav" he sneered, 'if it was he
wouldn't be on 1t, the brute! I've got
a twenty dollar gold piece here (hold.
ing out the coin) that says that fin.
nicky Lightfoot can't reach Three
Rocks ahead of this horse Fishhawk
more than that, he cant go half the
distance without breaking his gait.
Dashed, discredited, white-footed plat.
err"
1t was too much-besides | could
not hold him much longer. / gave him
the world let him go. A new heaven
and new earth! What brought the
words to me, ! cannot tell, but they
came separate, distinct, like so many
blows. Then my thoughts went on.
| may never know about any heaven,
but mis- is a new world, a gloriou,
world, Power was delcious Flying
was delicious, tool My muscles, ner.
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-steady"
That brute of a man heard and
laughed: STEADY? Steady u lot!
He'll break in another second"
There were the Rocks ahead, but
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
tremble down the satiny flank! 1t
was not | who spoke swear it; but
something independent of me or my
will cried over my lips "Cuss 'em,
boy! oh, oh, cuss EN-. cuss 'cm!" lie
steaded Something threw me for.
ward-a flame ran up my back
oIdl No lClllN'u b"Iol' my 'N'os anu III
the voice of mad woman, there rang
out on the air: Eat 'em up, boy, Eat
'em up, Damn him, If you must-but
eat him up" and he whrled me past
Three Rocks, and went laundering on
a bit beyond, pursued by the cry:
LiShtfoot 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 Jakc's
pictorial questioning | pantingly ejac-
ulated Gle was insulted, Jake, chal-
lenged and insulted by Fishhawk's
man, who called our lovely Whitesox
a discredited, breaking old platter, and
and"
a slow red was crawling up Jakes
neck and cheek. He looked at me
with whitening contempt and bitterly
accusingly said: And you would not
cuss even to steady him and save his
character?'
At which burst into sobs and cried
aloud through streaming tears: "I}ut
| did | did, | said almost just
exactly what you say! Oh Jake, I'VE
committed a dreadful sin, but White
snX won"
Since then my hand has been many
times courteously saluted, but that
was the only time that the courtly ac-