Middletown transcript., 1921-12-17

petely muffled in lavish furs of gray-brown rae
coon. His cutter shone in the sunlight and MS
big. black horse was curried until he cleaned as
If he were oiled.
But why were they waiting? Why was Lady
Claires face like stricken flower, pale cheeks.
despairing eyes that seemed to be seeking some
thing beyond the excited crowd down the long
frosty road? Instinctively the hushed crowd fol-
lowed Claire's glance nstnctively they, TOO,
looked and wished for the absent Philippe Beau
clerc
Then there swept around the corner and up to
the astonished crowd, the most curious equipage
that their eyes had ever beheld. Philippe Beau
clerc, looking like some glorious savage clad IN
shaggy black buffalo robes, held taut the home
made rens Of bison hide that guided a curious
pony. he was small and shaggy and spotted like
a quail. His neck was long and his head was lean.
His hind legs seemed shorter than his fore legs.
Beside the well-groomed horses Of the other con-
testants he a grotesque parody. The cutter
rudely wrought Of ironwoOd. But the drivers
face was serene and eager. He glanced toward
Claire Their look held. Claire smiled Then
they were off on the signal of the Seigneur.
The crowd loosed its pent-up laughter as they
saw Beauclercs lean, dappled beast fall behind
pace by pace The other ponies were skimning
on like swallows in the wind But leading them
all was old Va-de-bon-Coeurs black stallion. There
was sympathetic shudder for Claire. But she.
seeming not to mind, was smiling like a dainty
witch.
va-debon- Occurs black stallion was the first to
dash up to the blasted oak He was fecked with
foam. His quivering fanks were streaked with
the lashes of the old mans whip. It was plain
he was we'll spent but his driver allowed him not
a moments respite. Off they sped again. Then
two soldiers came gallopng in, neck to neck. The
others followed in quick succession.
Close on the heels of the last sleigh came Beau
clerc his sinewy little pony as stout and fresh as
when he first set out, his reins still drawn taut
He wheeled about deftly then loosened the leather
ribbons. The ugly pony stretched out his long,
thin neck and leaped forward.
He gained on the last horse passed him. Sailed
by the second the third, passed the rest of them.
was neck and neck with the leader, Va-de-bon-
Occurs painting black stallion. Farther and far
ther he stretched out his hoofs till he dashed by
the leader. =
On the bank the eager crowd craned their necks.
Their eyes opened with incredulity when In the
flying shape that was dashing toward them they
recognized Beauclerc and his uncouth speckled
nag. Off in the distance, far behind him, struggled
his vanquished rivals. Instinctvely the onlookers
glanced toward Claire and, though she was hiding
her rosy cheeks behind great muf, they could
see that her eyes glowed with the light that was
never on land or sea.
The spectators surged up about the victor's
Sleigh There was torrent Of welcoming cheers
for the tall dark hero But he had ears for their
acclamations. He was running to the little knon
where Claire stood beside her father, who in spite
OF himself was looking rather relieved and joyous.
They watched Claire she put out her hands to
the good looking but breathless youth who In
closed them in his own eagerly. They watched
him bend above them with grace OF cavalier. And
as he did so they heard the old Segneur exclaim.
"Sacre where did you get that wind-shod demon?"
Philippe Beaucerc's answer came back, laugh
ing, "Oh, that's old Menetepahs Indian pony. I've
been training him for weeks in the forest"