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The two shot past the house like a
streak of lightning. then wheeled back
again. the horse clearing ditch and
five barred fence from one meadow
into another. but lie didn't jump in spite
of Jim; rather was it in spite OF him
self. Then there was n series of mad
buck jumpinss, leaps into the air and
downward plnnges. The beast sat on
his launches and then reared up with
a great bound. to waltz on his hind
legs and paw the air, snorting. But
still Jim smiled and kept his seat with
| out the least apparent effort.
"Jove! That fellow can ride." NUT
tered Stan, taken out of himself by
| his mans admiration for man.
Its Jim Brett-my Jim Brettw
cried. What do you think of him
now?"
| But it didn't occur to Stan to an
swer. l don't suppose he even heard.
He was far too deeply absorbed in the
passing drama, and in minute more
Jim and the black horse were out OF
sight again.
| But l was not at all afraid for him
now. l was only proud and sure-as
sure as | was Of life-that he would
conquer.
Nobody spoke. Mr.. Trowbridge and
Mr.. Jacobsen. the disagreeable cowbeil
man, who owned the horse. ran by rs
fast as they could 60 too excited 10
glance at the house. Mrs Trowbridge
and the girls had come from the kitch
en- and were hanging over the nearest
fence. Patty was whimpering lit
tie, so guessed all in fash that she
had cared for Jim.
We stood still in our places and
watched. l could hear my heart heat
and it had not time to calm down be
fore Jim came riding back on the black
horse-a changed black horse. all win
ming airs and graces, to cover shameC
penitence ROW.
The creature pirouetted up the side
road, and Jim stopped him at the yer
anda, pattlng the throbbing black neck
We'll, I believe Ill buy him myself,
he said. smiling to me. and then he saw
Mrs. Ess Kay and my brother.
by Jove, Marlborough" said Stan
ut is you. isn't it? Surely it ism
your double:"
Marlborough it is" said Jim, Will,
listened. dumb with wonder. "Hov
are you, duke? was rather expect
ing you might turn up, but cabled t,
you last night to Boobies and wrot,
| you this morning Oh the chance 20,
| hadn't started
"Well, I'm bowed" remarked Stan
most inelegantly. Are you Brett o
is Brett you, or Is lie somebody else?'
MY name is James Brett Harbor
ough. Perhaps you didn't know or hat
forgotten" said Jim, and then. jump
ing off the horse and throwing tn
, lines to Mr.. Jacobsen, who had jus
trotted anXiously up, he came to me.
''Will you forgive me-" he asked.
, Il don't know yet what it's al
, about" l said DULY.
Miss WOODBURY. knows and Mohuns
I leigh knows. You see. he and wer
, | old pals, so I told him I was in Low
with his cousin and was going to IT,
? hard to win her in my own way. 70
remember Mohunsleigh's friend Hal
$ borough. You said the other day yo
We're sorry for him. and-you wishe
: him joy of his love affair"
4 "Oh, is that the reason you pretende
to be only Jim Brett?'
el Il am Jim Brett. But now you VI
I derstand, will you forgive me:'
K 81 don't understand yet, except thu
9 you must have been afraid | migl
!. care more for your money than Il
il you il / knew. Oh, how could yC
t. think such thing of me-? But abo,
v the steerage"-
IN THAT was beforehand. 1t had not
e ing to do with you. though everythil
that was to come came from it. I w
d. abroad for couple Of years and
I'll friend knocked against in Paris Ia
I June bet me $1,000 that in spite of ;
ut my queer experiences wouldn't ha
K the pluck to rough it In the steerage
n a big ocean liner. took the bet al
{. won 1t, If 1t hadn't been for seeil