The Glenwood post., 1916-07-29

denly they burst Into the broad Low
road. With terrific clatter of flying
stones and slipping, scrambling hoofs,
they made the turn. Alan rode at last
on Clem's quarter. "Clem," he cried,
stop! 1t isn't fair to the horses"
But Glen only laughed. Her slim
body swayed to the bends of the road;
her shoulders were braced; she leaned
slightly back, steadying her horse with
taut rein. Alan tried to draw even,
but every time he urged his horse into
a squirt Clem's spnrted too Alan grew
angry. He watched Clem's whip, but
1t never moved. He settled into the
saddle and rode blindly. His horse
He was gaining. A moment more at
the same pace and he could reach
ClemS reins below her horses neck
Then Glen swerved again into a half.
hidden wood-road and Alan's horse
plunged through the brush, broke out,
and followed, poor second.
Alan's face and hands were badly
scratched, but he rode on doggedly. II
never occurred to him to give up the
chase. In the end he would catch up:
he knew that, but what puzzled him
was what he should do to Glen when
he caught her. Anyone else, man or
woman, he would give taste of their
own riding whip for their own good,
but not Glen. Alan suddenly knew
that there was something in Glen
that man could not break.
The wood-road made gradual
ascent that the willing horses took at
steady. hard gallop. They left the
tree-line of the valley below them.
scurried across an ancient clearing,
pushed through brush and branches,
and burst out on to the long, bald back
Of East mountain. Then came another
clear run over crisp sod dangerously
interspersed with wet, slippery stones
and hindering powders.
At the highest Point in all the coun-
tryside Glen suddenly drew rein and
slipped from her horse before Alan
could reach her. She stood with one
arm across the saddle-horn and waited
for him.
Alan threw himself from his horse
and rushed up to her. His hands were
itching to grip her shoulders and shake
her, but he held them at his side.
What did you do 1t for?" he asked
with blazing eyes.
Glen looked him over coolly. Ever
run after anyone before, Alan"
"What?" suffered Alan. He felt
foundations slipping from under him.
Here was person who could look Ten
Percent Wayne at his best in the eye
and never turn mental hair.
How do you like it?" continued
Glen in an even. firm voice. Then she
turned her square back to the saddle
and faced him fairly. "rll tell you
what did it for. Ell nv life I've been
running after you. Last night I heard
you packing. l knew what you were
doing-you were getting ready to go
away. Before you went I wanted you
to run after me-just once. A sort
of consolation prize to pride"
Alan's face hardened. "Stop, Glen.
You can't talk like that to me and you
can't talk like that to yourself" he
looked at Glen and the blood surged
into his neck and face. At that mo-
ment Glen was beautiful to him be-
yond the widest dreams Of fair
women. She was dressed in close
fitting long coat that buttoned down
the front. Her riding skirt, Of the
same dark stuff, she had hitched up at
one side to q silver hook. From under
the raised skirt peeped a straight rid
ing boot and on the heel Of the boot
was tiny, right-angle spur. Alan's
quick eyes hung on that spur; it ex-
planned the lead Glen had held through
the headIong ride.
Clem's right arm was still hooked
over the double horn of her saddle
and her left hand holding a slim rid
ing whip hung at her side. To the vel
vet lapels Of her coat clung little drops
of rain. Her hair was braided and
firmly tied in a double fold at the back
of her neck, but short strands had
escaped from durance and played
about her head. Her head, like the
velvet lapels, was busted with little
silvery drops of water and little drops
Of water perched on her long. upturned
lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, her
bosom agitated, her lips tremulous.
Only her eyes were steady.
Alan took of his coat and threw 1t
over rock. "Will you please sit down:
must talk to you"
Ito be Continued)
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