The Winslow mail., 1913-05-31

Around turn in the road she few
on the black, his ears back, the bit
in his teeth. Bedight spurred after
her, but the mare was no match for
her mate. The twisting road kept
the girl from view, but ahead he could
hear the rapid hoof-beats of the fly
ing animal
Then. above the noise of the race
there came piercingly sharp whistle
followed by woman's scream!
The mayor urged the mare forward
At the turn he saw ahead traction
engine on the turnpike. In the WOOD
beside the road two grimy workmen
stood over a woman lying upon the
leaf mold. The mayor rode UP and
dismounted. AS he approached the
girl sat up, bewildered. An ugly
scratch on her bride hand was bleed
ing freely.
"He-he SHE'D at the engine" she
explained. gamely, "and scraped me
off under this tree
Bedight's relief was plainly depicted
In his face.
"You are not seriously hurt?" he
inquired, soberly.
NO" she laughed. "In the words
Of Richard Ill, Give me another
horse and bind up my wounds"
He tore linen handkerchief into
strips, knelt before her and carefully
bound up her hand.
Thank you," she said, gayly, "and
now If you will catch my horse We
will proceed"
One of the workmen came forward
leading the runaway.
"You were lucky" congratulated
the mayor as they set out on the road
"But be careful of that animal. He's
a fretter"
"a nervous horse and nervous
woman always fret themselves into
trouble" she said, laughing. "but real
ly he wouldn't have thrown me if
had had a clear feld.''
"I'm not so sure" admonished the
man.
"Ell prove it." cried the girl, spir.
itedly, giving the black full rein and
dashing off agHin, like a madcap.
The mayor, raging. set out as the
tail to the kite They were near the
village nov. Down the hill the black
went like race horse in swirl Of
dust Across the bridge and through
the main street they tore like two
leaders on the county-fair course.
And then baby-cab, propelled by
a small boy, rolled directly in the
path of the mare. Bedight tried to
guide free, but the mare was heavy
on her feet. There was a crash, a cry
from the boy, wall from the babe
and the devil to pay.
The girl came back trying to hold
her fidgeting horse. Some one grasped
the rein of the animal.
Get off, LADY," ordered the stoIid
individual, who looked like the village
blacksmith You're arrested"
The mayor in the clutches of the
village marshal, burly native, red
faced, thick-necked, stern, looked al
the girl blankly. Here was a pretty
mess!
And thus they went up the mair
street to the jail--the mayor and the
town policeman in the lead the stolid
individual and Miss Arney second,
while behind trailed the baker, the
groceryman, the photographer, the
town loafer, the village drunkard and
thirty-seven small boys!
"Git in here" commanded the mar
shall, until ! kin communicate with
Jedge Harrison. / reckon tn lady
won't mind assoCiatin' with tn gent
until L kin arrange with tn sherif's
wife to take keer of her." with 9, grin
on his f1orid face.
"Not at alll" shifted the girl, her
chin elevated to q degree Of high dig
nifty.
When the key had turned in the
lock, Bedight thrust his hands deep
into his coat pockets and said:
"Damn"
"lf you don't mind,' commented the
girl, her face serious in spite of her
self, "you may repeat that again
for mel"
The mayor refrained-but he liked
the girl for her genuineness.
"Was the baby hurt?" she asked
anXiously.
"Crowed like young rooster when
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