The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-10-08
CONTINUED From Yesterday

It was a warm June morning, and the
Latter Day Saints were as busy as the
bees whose hive they ave chosen for
their emblem. In the fields and in the
streets rose the same hum of human
industry. Down the dusty high-roads
defiled long streams of heavily aden
mules, all heading to the West. for the
gold fever had broker out In California,
and the overland route lay through the
City of the Elect. There, too, were
from the outlying pasture lands, and
trains of tired immigrants, men and
horses equally weary Of their inter-
minable Journey. Through all this
motley assemblage, threading her way
with the skill of an accomplished rider,
there galloped Lucy Terrier, her fair
face flushed with the exercise and her
long chestnut hair floating out behind
her. She had a commission from her
father in the city, and was dashing In
as she had lone many a time before,
with all the fearlessness of youth,
l11illhiil6 Ollty VI iiCl toDh oiiu ~ ~
was to be performed. The travel
stained Adventures gazed after her in
establishment, and ever he unemo-
tional Indians, journeying in with their
peltry, relaxed their accustomed stole
ism as they marveled at the beauty of
the pale-face maiden.
She had reached the outskirts of the
city when she found the road blocked
by a great drove of cattle, driven by a
half dozen wild looking herdsmen from
the plains. In her impotence she en-
deavored to pass this obstacle by push
ing her horse into what appeared to be
a gap. Scarcely had she got fairly into
it, however, before the beasts closed
in behind her, and she found herself
completely imbedded in the moving
stream of fierce-eyed, long-horned bull
locks. Accustomed as she was to deal
with cattle, she was not alarmed at her
situation, but took advantage of every
opportunity to urge her horse on in the
hope of pushing her way through the
cavalcade. Unfortunately the horns of
one of the creatures, either by accident
or design, came in violent contact with
the flank of the mustang, and excited
it to madness. In an instant 1t reared
up upon it's hind legs with q nor of
rage, and pranced and tossed in q way
that would have unseated I'M but a
most skilful rider. The situation was
full of peril. Every plunge of the ex-
cited horse brought it against the
horns again, and goaded it to fresh
madness. 1t was all that the girl could
do to keep herself in the saddle, yet a
slip would mean a terrible death under
the hoofs of the unwieldy and terrified
animals. Unaccustomed to sudden
emergencies, her head began to swim,
and her grip upon the bride to relax.
Choked by the rising cloud of dust
and by the steam from the struggling
i creatures, she might have abandoned
her efforts in despair, but for a kindly
voice al her elbow which assured her
! of assistance. At the same moment a
| sinewy brown hand caught the fright
ened horse by the curb. and, forcing a
way through the drove, soon brought
her to the outskirts.
you're not hurt, / hope, miss" 4
her preserver. respectfully.
She looked up at his dark. fierce face,
and laughed sauciiy.
I'm awful frightened" she said,
naively: whoever would have thought
thai Poncllo would have been SO scared
by a lot of cows?"
"Thank God you kept your seat the
other said. earnestly IIe was q tai,
savage-ioollng young fellow, mounted
on a powerful roa horse, n clad in
the rough dress of a hunter, with q
long rifle slung over his shoulder. Il
guess you are the daughter Of John
Ferricr,' he remarked. 81 saw you
ride down from his house. When you
see him. ask him if he remembers the
jefferson Hopes of st. Louis. If he's
the same Ferrier. my father and he
were pretty thick"
Hadn't you better come and ask
yourself?" she asked, demurely.
The young fellow seemed pleased at
the suggestion. and his dark eyes
sparkled with pleasure.
9TH do So he said; "we've been in
the mountains for two months, and are
not over and above in visiting condi-
ton. He must take us as he finds u.s."
"Hc has a good deal to thank you
for, and so have J." she answered;
''he's awful fond of me. If those COWS
had jumped on me, he'd have never
got over it,"
Neither would t. said her COM
panion.
"You? Well. I don't see that it would
make much matter to you. anyhow.
You amt even a friend of ours"
The young hunters dark face grew
so gloomy over this remark that Lucy
Terrier LAUGHED aloud.
"There. I didn't mean that" she
said; "of course you are a friend now.
You must come and see us. Now 1
must push along. or father won't trust
me with his business any more. Good
by"
"Good-by," he answered. raising his
broad sombrero. and bending over her
little hand. She wheeled her mustang
round. gave it a cut with her riding
whip. and darted away down the broad
road in a rolling cloud of dust.
Young Jefferson Hope rode on with
his companions. gloomy and t~aciturn.