The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1908-04-30
So: THURSDAY, APRIL 30, 1905.

1908
plause with two plump white hands.
It was not SO much the gentleman him
self that troubled Richards mind, but
the thought of doubtful compliment
shouted down the wind:
''Very good seat for an Englishman,
my lordv' ....--..
For Richard of course sat on his
horse like plains rider who loathes
the up and down motion Of England
and the riding school.
For long time Miss Renwyck and
her father awaited their guests return
In great anxiety until they were reliev-
ed at last by the sight of him coming
down the road at an easy canter. evil
IDENTITY master of the situation.
HE rides we'll. father. doesn't hep"
HE does," the old gentleman replied
and added something which qualified
q firm opinion.
Richard soon reached the paddock
fence. forcing his jaded mount to take
1t for q second time, crossed the field
and dismounted at Miss Harriet's side.
The horse stood still. his head dropped
again, but this time in utter WEAKNESS,
not mischief. His glossy coat was
streaked with foam. his widespread
nostrils inflamed and red. while his
barrel heaved to the pant of his labor
ed breath. He shivered in defeat and
offered no resentment of his riders
arm about his neck in rough caress.
Look here. young man." said Mr..
Renwyck's greeting, "where did you
learn to ride like that?"
II was uncommonly keen on riding
as a boy" said Richard, falling into
a lazy drawl, land, besides, 1 stayed
for several months in Texas. you
know
Miss Harriet started and fixed a
searching gaze on the speakers face,
but her father nodded gravely.
"Umph!' he returned. II see. Good
instructors, those fellows on the plains.
ehT''
"Well, rather,'' assented Richard,
with laugh. "My trainer was a gen.
tleman known colloquially as Dog
Faced Sam, though dare say his par
ents never bothered to christen him at
all. Jolly sort, those-er-cow chaps.
pom my wordv'
There was a short silence; then Mr..
Renwyck blurted out abruptly: 'Well,
the horse is yours, of course. You rode
him for a full half hour
Richard took out his watch, glanced
at it and closed it with a snap and a
sigh.
'Twenty- Eight minutes" he exclaim-
ed in well assumed dismay. "By Jove,
I've lost my wagerv'
'Hold on there" cried the old gentle
man, but laughing in spite of his ear
nestness, 'you can't squirm out of it
that way. Why, bless my soul, you
could have stuck on, him till he drop
ped dead. No. Lord Croyland, Pm not
a welsher, nor do shy at a margin OF
two minutes. No, sir, Hawk is yours!'
For answer Richard made a twitch
of his thumb and finger, opened the
horses mouth and pointed to a badly
swollen gum.
HE has a bad tooth, Mr.. Renwyck,
which perhaps accounts for his ugly
temper. Fill it and you'll find very
different ANIMAL
"What has that to do with the bet?'
demanded Mr.. Renwyck obstinately.
Richard fastened in his monocle aft.
er desperate struggle and smiled
and instantly lost his labor. for when.
ever he smiled it dropped out again.
"Couldn't think of accepting a diff
ferent animal, y know. Really, as
Bills says, it wouldn't hit off with my
conscience"
"Croyland," said the old gentleman
thrusting out his hand, II didn't take
to you much at first. But if you'll
come with me to the house I'll intro
duce you to something that l keer
strictly for friends"
Mr.. Renwyck led the way with his
wife. while Miss Harriet and the guest
came sauntering after him.
Lord Croyland." the young lady
whispered. II don't admire you espe
c1ally because you know how to man.
age horse-I've known other men
who could do that-but''-
"But what?''
Il do admire you for knowing how
to manage father. May decorate you
with this rose?'
CHAPTER VII.