South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-01-13
HELEN is THROWN, HER
RUSE DISCLOSED, BUT WAR
RISN Is TENDER.
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.

! "Oh, if you can only keep them
riding on ahead" murnured Helen.
I'm so nervous and frightened-I've
forgotten everything l learned. Look,
show me quick! Have l got my reins
tight?"
NO. wait, your snaffie comes on
top" Mrs. Stevens leaned over and
deity adjusted the reins in Helen's
hands.
So far they had been walking. but
now, as Warren and Mr.. Stevens broke
into trot ahead of them. their horses
started up too.
Mrs. Stevens glanced at Helen
anXiously. She was very pale and
was holding desperately to the reins.
had learned to do fairly we'll in the
last few lessons, she was being jOlted
heavily by the horse.
Try to post! If he were to turn
round now-yOu'd give the whole
"oh, I can't can't! This horse
seems different"
Then canter, canter" urged Mrs.
Stevens. 'That'll be easier" making
her own horse canter slowly.
But Helen's horse only trotted fast
er and jolted her more heavily.
Lift up the reins and touch him
in the flank with your heel" urged
Mrs Stevens again.
She is Frightened.
Helen seemed pOwerless to manage
the horse liz any way, but in order to
keep up, it now broke into a canter
of it's own accord. And Helen had
moment of relief. for she had only to
sit close to the saddle, and her poor
craftsmanship was not so strikingly
evident as in the trOt
Here Warren glanced back and call
ed to them and Helen was fervently
grateful that he had not done SO be-
fore.
Eyes, Wen join you in a moment"
answered Mrs. Stevens Il want to
get used TO this horse a bit first"
II was a few moments later that an
automobile whiZzed by and started
Helen's horse into a gallop.
"Oh, l don't want to go so fast-it
frightens me-"
You're all right" treasured Mrs.
Stevens. galloping close beside her:
no, don't jerk him that way-pull
him down by degrees"
But just then a motorcycle came
, spluttering toward them.
"Oh, I'm afraid of that thing?
Oh-Oh!"
Never mind. he Won't shy. These
horses are used to everything. But
don't pull so-give him his head"
For Helen in her nervous fear was
pulling desperately on the reins. Just
explosions were louder than ever and
Helen's horse, which had grown more
and more FESTIVE under her constant
jerking of the reins, SHE'D, plunged
forward and dashed off madly.
In a moment she was swept past
Warren before he realized what had
happened.
Give him his head! Give him his
headn he shouted, squirting his horse
after her
But Helen. when she ceased her
/ desperate perking. dropped the reins.
and paralyzed with fear, chung 10 the
horses neck. The dangling relns
| frightened still more the already
maddened animal. He dashed on
Warren galloping fiercelv after And
then. Just as Warren gained on her,
and was leaning far over TO grasp her
waist. her horse swerved sharply.
throwing Helen TO the side OF the
road as il plunged on. In an instant
Warren was of his horse and had her
/ in his arms
An hour later Helen was on the
couch in their hotel room with War
rem beside her.
That feels better now ?" as he rub
bed the bruised shoulder with arnica-
she nodded and smiled up at him
! happily Now that il was all over 1t
was worth while being thrown 10 have
the tenderness Warren had given her.
| He had drawn from her the whole
story. But instead of beine furious as
she had expected, he had been surpris-
inslv gentle and tender.
You poor kitten. trying to ride that
beast-when you'd never ridden be-
! fore"