The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1911-03-23

'scATl 90 HOMER ORDERED THE LADY
the length of the field. Then the vi
cious creature had appeared from be-
hind knoll in the pasture and, head
down and believing wickedly, had
rushed upon her. When the captain
reached the faroff fence the little girl
was lodging from one dwarf pine to
the next with the COW in pursuit. The
pines were few, and Bos'n was nearly
at the end of her defenses.
"Helpw she screamed. ooh, uncle,
where are you? What shall I dol"
Captain Cy roared in answer.
Keep 1t up" he yelled. "T'm accom-
in! Shoe, you everlastin' critter! I'll
break your back for you'll"
The COW didn't understand English.
1t seemed, even such vigorous Eng
fish as the captain was using. Emily
lodged to the last pine. The animal
was close upon her. Her rescuer was
still far away.
And then the cemetery gate opened
and another. person entered the pas
ture-a small person, woman. She
said nothing but, picking up her skirts.
ran straight toward the COW, needless
of the latter's reputation and vicious
appearance. One hand clutched the
gathered skirts; in the other she held
book.
Don't be scared, dear" she called
reassuringly, then TO the COW: "Stop
1t! Go away, you wicked thingl"
The animal heard the voice and
turned. Seeing that the newcomer
was only woman, she lowered her
head and paved the ground.
Run for the gate, little girl!' com
manded the rescuer. run quick!
| Bos'n obeyed. She made a desperate
dash from her pine across the open
space and In another moment was safe
inside the cemetery fence.
Scat! Go home!" ordered the lady
advancing toward the COW and shak-
was some sort Of deadly weapon.
AREN'T you ashamed of yourself? Go
away! You needn't growl at me! I'm
not bit afraid of you!"
The growing was the muttered
below with which the COW was wont
to terrorize her feminine victims. But
this victim refused to be terrorized.
Instead of screaming and running, she
continued to advance, brandishing the
book and repeating her orders that the
creature 'go home" at once. The COW
did not know what to make of it. Be
fore she could decide whether to
charge or retreat good sized stick
descended upon her back with a
"whack" that settled the question,
Captain Cy had reached the scene OF
battle
Then the rescuers courage seemed
TO desert her, for she ran back to the
cemetery even faster than she had
run from 1t. When the indignant cap
tain, having pursued and chastised the
COW until the stick was but splin-
tered remnant, reached the haven be-
hind the iron fence he found her sooth.
ing the frightened Bos'n, who was
sobbing and hysterical,
Emily saw her "Uncle Cyrus" com
ing and rushed into his arms. He
picked her up and, holding her with
grip which testified to the nerve strain
he had been under, stepped forward 20
meet the stranger, whose coming had
been so opportune
And she was a stranger, The cap
tain knew most of Bayporl inhab-
itants by this time or thought he did,
but he did not know her, She was Il
email woman quietly dressed, ard her
hair, under neat black and white
hGt, was brown. The hat was now a
trihe to one side, and the hair was the
least bit dlsarranged-an effect not At
all unbecomlng. She was tucking In