Connecticut western news., 1919-09-25

"Well, I guess it won't eat uS," he ventured at last. "We1l just run it down and perhaps poke hole in it." So saying he cantered along the road, 1 crossed the little stream, and swung up the hill on the farther side. He was half way up when a turn in the road brought him into sudden sight of the strange visitor. It was the first he had seen, but he knew it at once, for the fame of the autOmO- bile, then in its single-cylinder stage, had already spread into the farthest ranching country. The horse was less we'll informed. He bucked and kicked ! in rage and terror. But the boy was conscious not so much of the horse as of two bright eyes turned on him in frank and surprised admiration.
 "What horsemanShip! she ex- 1 claimed. But the words had scarce left her lips when they were followed by cry of alarm. For the car had taken sudden turn from the road and plunged into a growth of young poplars that fringed the hillside. It half slid, half plowed it's way into semi-vertical position among the young trees. The two occupants were 1 thrown from their seat; the girl fell clear but her father was less fortu- nate.
 In an instant the boy had flung him. self from his horse, dropping the reins to the ground, and the animal, all though snorting and shivering had no thought of disgracing his training by breaking his parole. With quick, un- | gainly strides the boy brought himself to the upturned machine. It was cu- rious that he should appear to such | disadvantage on his feet. In the , saddle he was grace persOnifed. 1 For moment he looked somewhat stupidly upon the wreck. Had it been q horse or a steer he would have known the procedure, but this expert ence was new to his life. Besides there were strangers here. He had no 1 fear of strangers when they wore chaps and colored handkefchiefs, but girl in a brown sweater and an 1 oldiSh man with a white collar were creatures to be approached with eau tion. The oldish man was lying on the ground, with leg pinned under the car, and Brown Sweater raised 1 his head against her knee and pressed his cheeks with small white fingers, and looked at the. boy with bright gray eyes and said:
 Aren't you going to do anything" That brought him back. Sure" he said, springing to her side. "Whada ye want me to do?"
 q am afraid my leg is broken" said the man, speaking calmly notwith- standing his pain. Gan you get the jack out of the toolbox and raise the car?"
 The girl pointed to the box, and in a moment he had the jack in his 1 hand. But it was a new tool to him and he fumbled with it stupidly. The handle would not fit, and when it did fit it operated the wrong way.
 "Oh, let me have it." she cried inn patiently.
 In a moment she had 1t set under the frame of the car and was plying the handle up and down with rapid strokes. The boy looked on, helpless and mortified. He was beginning to realize that there were more things in the world than riding a horse and shooting bottles. He felt a sudden desire to be of great service. And just now he could be of no service whatever.
 But the foot of the jack began to sink in the soft earth, and the girl looked up helplessly.
 ''It won't lift it." she said. "What shall we do?"
 It was his chance. He was eighteen, and his wild, open life had given him muscles of steel. "Here," he said roughly, "move his leg when I get it clear" He turned his back to the machine and crOuched down until he could get his hands under the steel frame. Then he lifted. The car was in somewhat poised position, and he was able to swing it up far enough to release the injured leg.
 'Very good, my boy" said the man. 'That was a wonderful lift. The leg is broken-compOund. Can you get some way of moving me to shelter? I will pay you we'll"
 The last words were unfortunate Hospitality in the ranching country is not bought and sold.
 'You can't pay me nothin'," he said rudely. "But I can bring a light wagon, if you can ride in that, and put you up at the ranch. The old mans soused," he added, as an after thought, 'but it's better than sleepin' out. I won't be long,"
 He was back at his horse, and in a moment they heard the chatter of hoofs galloping down the hillside.
 The girl rested her fathers head in her lap. Tears made her bright eyes brighter still.
 Don't cry, Reenie," he said gently. "We are very lucky to be so close to help. Of course I'll be laid up for a