The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1917-09-01
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Three hours later. Trowbridge
examining new.style reaper
heard his father.ln.iaw's voice:
bout time fer the ladies' ridin
match. Ed. Better be maxim fer
the small ring II y want { see II.
Something In the tone arrested
his attention, Quickly. forebod
ingly. he pushed his way thru th'
crowd TO the fence that enclosed the
ring.
Peggy was riding almost Opposite
Peggy. all Joy and tenderness
and beautiful youth. on-not um
plre, safe and reliable Umpire. bu'
tho Brute. the worst.tempercd sad
dle-horsc In the county. a slender
legged. handsome. ungovernabl'
bay that passed quickly from owner
10 owner. leaving their broker
bones behind him as souvenirs.
The Bruisl Mrs. Trowbridge wa
riding the Brutei went swiftly ove'
the crowd And the crowd leaned
forward. batcd.brea,hed. thrilling
exqulsitely over possible danger
Men IN the vicinity OF Trowbridg'
looked ut him strangely. Had Bis
I'd lost his senses. that he allowed
his wife on IN. nruteg
Around and around the half-mil'
ring they all cAntered. each goini
much where her fancy dictated. a
the outer edge. or inner. or acros'
the ring. or nslant u. only that nj
headed always tho one way. A III
tie while-thcn men versed II
points" began to lean forward ant
draw quick brcaths. Eve was SIT
ting her horse prcttily. correctly
but Mrs. Ed was riding hers! Ant
CAD. what riding How she yielded
to-eyery move OF the Brute--ant
at Just the precise moment, Ant
the poise OF her head. and the Sc
OF her shoulders. and her back
was Il possible that a back. sup
pie when IL should be supple an,
only then. straight where upright
ness was needed. yet never rigid
could make all the difference tina
II somehow was making between
her riding and Eve's7 And no mat
ter what gait. pacing or looping o.
trottinr. Mrs. I'd was equally on,
with her mount-and Mrs. Ed onl,
was borne in upon Ewes amaze,
admirers Mrs I'D atrot was Joy
Gus vision. while Eve
Speedily the great mass. know
Ing no contestant personally ant
playing no favorite. had eyes onll
for the slender. deliciously curving
piisnt figure on the Brute. ridins
as nonchRlantiy as tho alone In 1
country lane. her heavily curtainet
eyes looking out dreamily. fam
little smile on the childishly parted
red lips.
The cheering and roofing begar
softly. then louder and louder. yet
"The bay, The bay, Put Z or
the bay. The bay--tho BAY"
From five thousand throats &
rose I'm a mighty roar. They hat
been thrilled at first by possibl,
danger. but that had quickly passed
as they saw that tho little hors,
had somehow found his mistress
The hoarse shouts were tributes e
pure horsemanship. Mrs. I'd Trow
bridge could ridel Eve Dawson
was outclassed three 10 one. Ole
Rube would never dare pass ovei
such superiority.
The whistle sounded again. ODE
diently Mrs. Ed turned her hors,
and Hoped toward-not the judges
stand, but the outer gate, raising
her hand peremptorily for the gate
keeper TO open II;
And the crowd saw the joke-the
delicious effrontery OF outriding he,
rival and leaving the blue ribbon e
fall, IA a matter 81 course. to IL,
lforeordained recipnnt--and laughed
till II cried.
But the gate did not open. There
were too many people jammec
against II. for one thing; and, fol-
another. the gate-keeper had beer
signaled from the judges stand no,
10. The whistle sounded again. But
Mrs. Ed still sat her horse, non
chalantly waiting for the gate &c
open. And the awarding Judge
with what dignity he could muster
waddled from the judges stand to
Mrs. Ed and tied the blue ribbon
around her arm. And pandemo
mum let loose.
AS she rode out thru the gate
cleared now for her triumphal exit
her eyes leaped quickly from face
TO face. looking g-ahl
She slid from her horse into the
eager arms.
Pretty Peggy lovel"
That night Peggy made record
of the riding match In her diary
In conclusion she wrote:
81 wish | knew II | really did this
for Daddy. or Just TO show Ed that
| could ride. It's awfully hard to
know sometimes IL I'm doing
something TO please myself or
some one else"
CHAPTER XIX.
"WelI?"
Nothing, from n professional
diagnosis" chuokled the doctor
But from the mans. the bosom
friend of the family's. | should say
the witch is putting up game on
you. Ed
Edwin Trowbridge shook his