Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-04-03

ing ground There he let the black
horse go. and the noble beast went along
al splendid pace. 1t was still little
early. and though there were good many
pedestrians there were but few persons
in carriages or "horsebac kng," and so the
ride was fairly free. Horse and man
were noble pair. The one jet black. full
of fire and mettle. every movement
charged with power and grace: the other
tall and SLIM hard nails with his long
spell of South African soldering, sitting
like a centaur. Man and horse together
moved as one. All eyes were turned on
them as they swept by. with admiring
Slances from both women and men. each
in their respective ways. Two park police
men. sergeant and a roundsman. both
finely mounted. were jogging quietly
along. AS the black horse came dashing
up the roundsman said:
Shall l stop him. sergeant" Tho
other looked on admiringly and answered
quietly:
Guess no. 'rwould be burnin shame
to stop them two. An there won't be any
Halloran. They amt goin to ride down
nobody Did We liver see a finer seat? I'd
bet that's an English cavalryman. Look
at the spring of him. Be the Lord I'd
like TO be in his shoes this minute.
Among the few riders Athlyne passed
on his course were an old man and
young woman. The man tall with a big
white mustache. naughty bearing and
s eely eyes under shaggy white hrows.
The girl tall and slim ard graceful, with
black hair and big gray eyes. Both were
fairly we'll mounted, but the girls mare
was FESTIVE and shying at anything. AS
The black horse came laundering along
She han to use considerable skill and
force TO keep her from boiling. Athlyne
had just time for passing glance as he
swept by but in that instant the face and
figure became photographed on his men,
DRY. The girl turned and looked after
him; she was i'll the receptive period of
her young womanhood when every man
has charm and when such noble figure
as was now presented Is power. With
sigh she turned and said to her COM
panion:
THAT is the horse that we saw sold at
the horse exchange. I was jealous of
whoever bought it then. I'm not now: a
man who can ride like that deserves him.
Daddy; don't You think he is something
like what a man ought to he? I do!''
You're right. little girl! But you'd
better not say things like that to any one
else but me; they mghtn't UNDERESTIMATE
Joy made no answer but she smiled to
herself. During the hour or two that
followed she chatted happily with her
father. They had occasional canters and
gallops until the road got too crowded,
when they went along more sedately.
Whenever her father suggested turning
homeward she always pleaded for one
more turn:
Just one more, daddy 1t is so de-
lightful here: and the river is SO lovely
OF course. she had her way. The old
man found more true happiness In pleas
ing her than in any other way. In her
heart. though she did not tell her father
for she felt that even he mightn't under
stand-she had a wish that the man on
the black horse would return the same
way. She had feeling that he would.
After his gallop Athlyne went quietly
along the road past Grants tomb and fol-
lowed the course of the drive. Here
he doc, ,Insl I,n
elevation on which the tomb is
erected. Below it is the valley OF
some old water course into the
Hudson. This valley has been bridged by
d viaduct. over which the drive continues
its course up the side of the river for
many miles Today. however. il was
necessary to make a detour. descend the
steep on the hther side of the valley and
rise up the other side. Some settlement
had affected the base of the up-river end
OF the bridge and 1t had given away. The