The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1918-02-14

Aiues' II Noulu De SD easy, ne nOuSnC
to ease his soul of it's burden while
riding by her side. When the morning
came he found the brave resolutions
of the night before had vanished.
"Mayn't I ride Black John tomor-
row. MI. Carson?" said Miss Lack
land, after her sixth lesson. "Your
sister, Mamie, says he is perfectly
safe If you are along"
certainly you may" said Jasper
Carson, flushing with pride.
So it was that when Jasper Carson
rang the bell at the Lakeland home
that golden morning, Black John bore
a sidesaddle.
"Isn't he the dearest thing?' said
Miss Lakeland, as they cantered along
the river road which was overhung
with locust trees.
Giles a good old horse" said Jas
per Carson. "Hold your reins a
trifie lower, Miss Lakeland. There,
that's right"
SIN so glad I have learned to ride"
she said.
Jasper Carson tried to say: "Won't
you ride through life with me?"
Before he could speak, a ragged
urchin jumped from a tree, and Shrek
ed: "Yah! Yah!"
h Black Johns nerves were as invul-
nerable as his mouth, and he merely
pricked his ears in disapproval, but
the mare Carson rode was sensitive.
She plunged forward in a mad effort
to bolt, and Miss Lakeland, watching
with alarm and admiration, Carson's
skilled management, increased the
pressure on Black Johns bit. The
horse accepted this as a signal to
change his gait, and responded with
cheerful alacrity.
Jasper Carson grasped the situation
instantly and a'cold chill struck to his
heart. So long as the girl retained her
presence of mind there was little dam
ger of her falling off, but as she SIM
ply sat still and pulled on the bit,
Black John would turn from the road
into a bridle-path that led back home
and his rider would almost certainly
be swept out of the saddle by the
limb of a tree.
Driving his spurs deep into the sides
of his mare, Carson gave chase. The
mar had a strain of hunting blood in
her and a good burst of speed, but
Black John was 200 yards in front
when she got her stride. and the
bride path was not more than a
quarter of a mile away.
AS Black John swept around a curve
in the road. Carson lost sight of him
and his fair rider. 1t was only 200
yards now to the bridle-path, and the
singlc-footer had a lead of nearly one
fourth that distance.
Urging the mare with heel, hand and
voice, Jasper Carson dashed on, cursa
ing and praying in turn. He fancied
himself standing by Miss Lackland's
corpse, and wondered could he live aft
er that.
When Black John turned into the
bride path the mares lean brown head
was at his flank.
"Whoa, 3ohn!" shouted Carson.
But John felt the pull ut the bit,
and hearing the clatter Of the mares
hpofs, thought it was a race, and put
on a little more steam.
Miss Lackland's wrists ached, and
she was frightened too badly to heed
Carson's prayers to her to drop the
reins.
Jasper Carson cursed aloud in his
agony when he saw, SO feet in front
of Black John, the thick limb of a tree
barely high enough for a crOuching
horseman to pass under. If Miss Lack
land struck the limb, it meant death.
She saw it, too, and bent low in her
saddle. AS she er0uched she loosed
her hold on the reins.
"Whoa, John" shouted Carson, pull
ing up so suddenly that his mare slid
forward on her launches.
Black John heard the command at
the instant the pressure on the bit was
released, and stopped in his most abb
rvpt style. His head had passed I'M.
der the bough.
Miss Lakeland plunged forward. and
would have gone owe Black Johns
head but for a friendly snag that
caught her hair and jerked her back.
Jasper Carson ran up and lifted her
from the horse.
"Speak to me. my darling" he said.
"Are you hurt? Speak, please. / love
you so dearly"
Miss Lakeland nestled her head close
to Jasper Carson's shoulder, looked at
him with a half shy, half triumphant
smile, and whispered: II am so glad
you let me ride Black John"