The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1907-11-13

" =. RoBEaT aRoH.

why dian learn 70 tAde, ana
why wasn't I brought up On q ranch
Or a farm. or somewhere mourned
Harty Townsend.
Helen Harsland, daughter Of the
great raneher. Cyrus Marsland, had
come from her home In Big Timber
Ariz, Just a week before to visit her
aunt She had taken the young men
Of the town by storm
She was undeniably attractive Pc
tite. viyaci0us, sunny tempered, with
rosy cheeks and great masses of gold.
en- hair and daredevil light In her
sparkling gray eyes, she was wom-
an to be desired. She dressed tast.
ily and modishly and possessed that
savior faire which made her at home
IN the best society Moreover, there
was about her a certain poise that
might almost be called a "swagger,"
and an indebtedness that came
from life on the boundless plains Of
her fathers ranch.
"Oh how | love to see man that
can sit horse we'll she had exclaim-
cd on THE occasion Of the first visit
Of Townsend To her and when that
young man was already hopelessly
in love with her she had described
the bronco busting scenes to him.
N Townsend couldn't ride at all, and
saw the death Of his hopes right
then.
The next day he saw her riding
with Griscom, and hts heart was torn
with anger and, though he didn't real
lie It, jealousy. lie began taking rid
ing lessons But one cannot become
good horseman in day, and mean
time he saw her almost daily with
Groscom Griscom could ride, but
that was about ali he could do. And
on this fact Townsend fastened bis
hopes He believed the girl liked
him.
Miss Marsland delighted to ride the
most spirited horses the livery az
forded She laughed at Young Town
send when he expressed fear that she
might BET an unmanageable one. But
she was pleased, nevertheless, at his
concern for her.
Townsend had ridden into the coun-
try one day. He had stopped still
and tried to dismount and rest under
tree. He didn't like to ride, and
would cheerfully have given 1t up but
for the girl in his mind that had spur
red him on.
He heard a cry, and looking around,
saw horse coming galloping down
the road in cloud Of dust. The ami.
NAL was plainly running away. AS 1t
came nearer he saw a girl in the sad
die. It was Helen MarsIand.
AS she came nearer the young man
saw the look Of fright in her face.
She had lost hold Of the reins and
was cIinging to the horn OF the sad
die.
He didn't hesitate moment. It
would be pleasure to be killed try
ing to save her, and Immediately he
was in pursuit Slowly he drew near
ct though 1t seemed every instant the
animal would throw him, He could
almost touch the runaway The girl
swayed and fell toward him. With
great effort he reached ahead and
caught her with one arm and lifted
her to his own saddle
She had tainted. He brought his
horse to standstill, lifted her down
and laid her on the green grass BY
the side OF the road. He brought
water In his hat from a brook and
revived her. How pretty she looked
with her flushed cheeks on which the
long dark lashes rested
Her head was on his knee when
she opened her eyes. She smiled at
him ruefully, and in that moment his
paradise was complete, for he read
her heart In her eyes.
THAT cayuse was certainly wild
one she said, and the slang word
on her dainty lips. and her refined
tome had an irresistibly charming
sound.
He laughed and helped her to rise.
She blushed at the admiration which
showed 50 plainly for his eyes. Then
she regained her self-uossesslon.
''You are really an accomplished
horseman, she said
Helen he said-lt was the first
time he had used her first name.
and she dropped her eyes, blushing
Helen. mayn't I ride beside you al.
ways?7
She struck the side Of her buck.
skin skirt with her riding whip faa.
tened to her wrist, Then she looked
up.
DO you think you can keep up
with me?''
The young mans arms went around
the girl, and there on the quiet coun.
try road they felt the ecstasy Of
their first kiss. Chicago Journal.
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