Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1909-01-06

Tne young man prickcd up his ears.
and as the scream sounded once more
be dropped the pipe and tore down the
path at a pace that had won him rec
ords on the cinder path.
Around bend in the path he sped,
and there before him he saw a fran
tically plunging horse. an Etruscan
wringing his hand and jabberlng help
Iessly. while badly frightened bear
crawled through the underbrush with
many whoofs OF genuine alarm.
The young man jumped for the bit,
caught 1t and chung on desperately.
The horse. thoroughly frightened,
snorted and plunged and acted gener-
ally like beast bereft Of his senses
With all his strength he stroye to
free himself from the young mans
grasp. but that stubborn will was
equal to the emergency. Men with
mouths like the young mans don't let
go once they have gained hold.
For several minutes 1t was battle
royal for the mastery: then the young
mans strength and agility and spirit
prevailed.
The horse. quivering and painting.
came down on all fours and stood
there. shaking like leaf.
"You had best get out for moment
or two" the young man advised, and
the girl meekly obeyed.
Then she saw his torn coat and blood
on his wrist where the prongs Of the
bit had torn the nesh.
'Tom." she cried. quite forgetting
the resent Tom, dear,
are you hurt? There's blood on your
hand, and you're all unused up"
He smiled reassuringiy. mot in the
least, dearie." said he. Then he looked
steadily into her eyes. But I'd Be
glad to be fiji
sIf whatr' she asked rather breath
lessly.
If could make you understand
| what an ass I feel myself to b. and
| how sorry am quarreled with you"
The young woman had her share Of
common sense. swell. rather think
W can forgive each other without
| anything 90 unnecessary Is that" said
she. "It was my fault anyway"
II rather think It was mine" he de-
| clared.
At that moment Pietro vincenzo
Riga. overcome with premonitory
fears, approached. nearly touching the
| ground with his forehead. so low were
his bows His gestures were rapid
| and expressive, his face picture OF
| woe.
.'Not-a my fault! Not-a my fault!'
he repeated over and over, his palms
upturned In depreciation.
The young man turned. your
faultr' he laughed. mot bit Of IT.
nv friend In fact. it's the most for
| tunate circumstance In the world that
you happened along just as you did
| Herew And into the astounded Etrus-
cans hand he thrust crisp ten dollar
bill.
Pietro stood staring at 1t stupidity
scarce daring to believe his good for
tune. while the young man helped the
girl back to the trap.
1t was only when the trap started
on that Pietro realized he was taking
something and giving nothing in re-
| turn.
"Waitv' he cried. diving into the
| bushes for the recreant Gambietta
"wait! Mak-a da bear dance-a da
| waltz"
"Oh, that's all right" the young man
| laughed. you've earned the money!
i
| Pietro hauled the bear from the un'
| derbrush and made him stand at hil
| clumsy salute.
His own tattered felt hat was clasp
| ed in his hand as he watched the two
young people, sitting close together
| and both talking at once, drive out OF
sight. Then he and Gambietta sci
| forth at a somewhat livelier pace In
| search Of supper.