The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-17
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 "Orme. A-- Aordon Orme- That was the name of the speaker the other evening here at the church ot the Methodists.''
 He nodded, smiling. Don't let that trouble you." said he.
 None the less it did trouble me. for the truth was that word had gone about to the effect that a new minis ter from some place not stated had spoken from the pulpit on that even ing upon no less topic than the ever present one of southern slavery. Now, I cor N not clear it to my mind how a minister of the gospel might take so keen and swift an interest in a stranger In the street and that stran gers horse. expressed to him some thing of my surprise.
 ''It's of no importance" said he again. ''What seems to me of most importance just at present is that heres a son of old KIingwalla and that want to ride him"
 "Just for the sake of saying you have done soT' l inquired.
 His face changed swiftly as he an
  selves back home He broke a leg for my father one day and was near kill ing him."
 "Sir," said to him, catching his thought quickly, i've could not afford to have the horse injured. but if you wish to ride him fair or be beaten by him fair you are welcome to the chance"
 His eyes kindled at once. You're a sportsman. sir!'' he exclaimed. and he advanced at once toward Satan.
 1 saw in him something which awak- ened responsive chord in my nature. He was a man to take a risk and wei come it for the risks sake. Moreover. he was a horseman. He caught the cheek strap of the bridle and motion ed us away as we would have helped him at the horses head. Then en- sued as pretty a fight between man and horse as one could ask to see. The black brute reared and fairly took him from the ground. fairly chased him about the street. as a great dog would a rat. But never did the iron hold on the bridle loosen. and the man was light on his feet as boy. Final ly he had his chance. and, with the Hghtest spring I ever saw at a saddle skirt. up he went and nailed old Satan fair with a grip which ridged his legs out.
 As the horse lunged and bolted about the street Orme sat him in per feet confidence. He kept his hands low, his knees a little more up and forward than we use in our style of riding and his weight a trifie farther back. but l saw from the lines of his limbs that he had the horse in a steel grip.
 He gazed down contemplatively with a half serious look. master of him. self and of the horse as well. Then presently he turned him up the road and went on at a gallop with the brute under perfect control. do not know what art he used All I can say is that In a half hour he brought Satan back In a canter.
 This was my first acquaintance with Gordon Orme. that strange personal Ity with whom 1 was later to have much to do. This was my first wit messing of that half uncanny power by which he seemed to win all things to his purposes. admired him, yet did not like him. when he swung care lessly down and handed me the reins. Hes a grand one." he said easily. 'fbut not so difficult to ride as old KEngwaIla. Not that l would discount your own skill in riding him. sir. for I doubt not you have taken a lot out of him before now"
 At least this was generous. and. as I later learned. 1t was like him to give full credit to the performance of any able adversary.
 CHAPTER E.
 The Art of the Orient. OME." said Orme to me. '7et
 us go Into the shade. for I
 [ find your Virginia morning
 Warm."
 We stepped over to the gallery of the little tavern.
 'So you did not hear my little effort the other night?" he remarked. smiling. '1 was not so fortunate as to hear you speak. but I will only say I will back you against any minister of the gospel l ever knew when it comes to riding horses"
 "Oh. we'll" he deprecated. 'I'm just passing through on my way to Abe g1drle county across the mountains You couldn't blame me for wanting SOmeLnluS 10 QO-StledklnR or TluluB oI what not. One must be occupied, you know But shall we not have them bring us one of these julepS of the country? I find them most agreeable declare"
 Awhile ago." sAid. "my father came to me and said. T see. Jack. that thee is trying to do three things-tc farm. hunt foxes and drink juIeps noas fbeo think fhaa ooD handle oil three of these activities in combina.