The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-01

or, rather, gyrated Boyar and Collie's own pony, Apache. It is enough to say that neither of them had ever been in harness before. The ponies were trying to get rid of the appended ve- hicle through any possible means. Louise gasped.
 Prices team is out-over to the Orc ranch. I knew you wanted a team in hurry" said Collie.
 "It looks quite like team in a hur- ry," commented Dr. Marshall "Your man is a good driver?"
 "Splendidr said Louise. Come on, Anne. You always said you wanted to ride behind some real western horses. Here they are"
 "Why, this is just-just bullyv' whispered the stately Anne Marshall. "And isn't he striking f1gureT"
 "Yes," assented Louise, who vas just the least bit uncertain as to the outcome of Collie's hasty assembling of untutored harness material. "It is just bully Where in the world did you unearth that word, Amer
 Dr. Marshall's offhand designation ry" was prophetic, oven 1.,to the end.
 What Boyar could not accomplish in the way of equine gynnastics in har- ness Apache, Collies pony, could.
 Louise was a, little fearful for her guests, yet she had confidence in the driver. The Marshalls apparently saw nothing more than a pair of very spir ited real western horses like one reads about, you know,'' until pr. Mar shall slowly coming out of kind of anticipatory haze, as Boyar stood on his hind feet and tried to face the blackboard, recognized the black horse as Louise's saddle animal. He took frmer grip on the seat and looked at Collie The young man seemed to be enjoying himself. There wasn't line of worry on his clean cut face.
 Pretty lively" said the doctor.
 Collie, with his foot on the brake and both arms rigid, nodded. Moon stone canyon trail was not a boule- ward. He was not. to be 1ured into conversation. He was giving his whole mind and all of his magnetism to the. team.
 Boyar and Apache took advantage of every turn, pitch, steep descent and ford to display the demoniacal ingenu- ity inspired by their outraged feelings They were splendid, obedient saddle animals, but to be buckled and strap ped in irritating harness and hitched to that four wheeled disgrace, buck board!
 Anne Marshall chatted happily with Louise, punctuating her lively chatter with subdued little cries of delight as some new turn in the trail opened on . vista unimaginabiy beantiful, espe- ctally to her eastern eyes.
 Young Dr. Marshall, in the front seat with Collie, braced his feet and smiled He had had experience in New York ambulance, but then that had been over level streets. He glanced over the edge of the canyon road, and his smile faded a little It faded entirely as the front wheel sheared of a gener- ous shovelful of earth from a sharp upright angle of the hill as the team took the turn at 8 gallop.
 'The road needs widening there any, way" commented Collie, as though apologizing.
 T have my-er-repair kit with me" said the genial doctor. "Pm a sur geon."
 Collie nodded, but kept his eyes rig idly on the horses Evidently this inn Vrno 1Iofo <,4< <I1 and the stylish gray tweeds had 'ssand."
 They're little fussy, but I know 'em," said Collie as Boyar, apparently terror stricken at a manZanita that he had passed hundreds of times, reared his fore feet paving space and the traces dangerously slack. Louise bit her lower lip and quickly called Anne's attention to spot of vivid color on the hillside. To Dr. Marshall's surprise. Collie struck Apache, who was behay ing, smartly with the whip. Apache leaped forward, bringing Boyar down to his feet again. The doctor would have been inclined to strike Boyar for misbehaving. He saw Collie's wisdom and smiled. To have punished Boyar when already on his hind feet would have been folly.
 At the top of the next grade the lathering, restive ponies finally settled to a stubborn trot. Mad clean through" said Collie.
 II should say they were behaving well enough" said the doctor, not as much as an opinion as to relieve his tense nerves in speech.
 When a bronc gets to acting lady like then is the time to look out" said Collie. "Boyar and Apache have never been in harness before. Seems kind of queer to 'em."
 What! Never been-why, huh! For heavens sake, don't let Mrs. Marshall hear that!'
 Walter Stone and his wife made the Marshalls feel at home immediately. Walter Stone had know Dr. Marshalls father, and he found in the son pleasant living recollection of his old friend Aunt Eleanor and Louise had