Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1922-07-21

Above the believing of the herd she
heard another yell.
"Hi-yi-ya-aw
A red-eyed steer, tail up, was crash
ing through the small brush toward
the branders. There was a wild sour
ry for safety. The men dropped iron
and ropes and fled to their saddles. De-
fected by pursuers, the animal turned.
BY chance it Numbered straight for
the girl on the sand spit.
She stood paralyzed for a moment
Out of the gathering darkness a voice
came to her sharp and clear. Don't
mover 1t rang so vibrant with crisp
command that the girl, poised for
fight, stood still and waited in white
terror while the huge steer numbered
toward her.
A cow pony, wheeled as on q dol
man riding it was the one who had
warned her back to the car. Horse and
ladino pounded over the ground toward
her. Each stride brought them closer
to each other as they converged toward
the sand spit 1t came to her with
gust of panicky despair that they
would collide on the very spot where
she stood. Yet she did not run.
The rider, lifting his bronco forward
at full speed, won by fraction of a
second. He guided in such a way as
to bring his horse between her and the
steer. Without lackening his pace
in the least as he swept past, the man
stopped low, caught the girl beneath
the armpits, and swung her in front
Of him to the back Of the horse. The
steer pounded past so close behind
that one of it's horns grazed the tail Of
the cow pony.
1t was superb piece Of horseman-
ship, perfectly timed, as perfectly exc
cuted.
The girl lay breathless In the arms
of the man, her heart beating against
his, her face buried In his shoulder.
She was dazed, half fainting from the
reaction of her fear. The next she
remembered clearly was being lowered
into the arms Of her father.
He held her tight, his face tortured
with emotion. She was the very light
Of his soul, and she had shaved death
by hairs breadth. A miracle had
saved her, but he would never forget
the terror that had gripped him.
The girl snuggled closer to him, her
arms round his neck.
vorpo MON, doSoopdod from, fhe
car, handsome, trim, and well got up.
He had been tailored by the best mans
outfitter In New York. Nobody on
Broadway could order dinner better
than he. The latest dances he could do
perfectly. He had the reputation Of
knowing exactly the best thing to say
on every occasion. Now he proceeded
to say 1t.
"Corking bit Of riding-never saw
better. I'll give you my hand on that,
my man."
The cowpuncher found a bunch of
manicured fingers In his rough, brown
paw. He found something else. for
after the pink nand had gone there
remained a fifty-dollar bill. He looked
at it heplessly for a moment; then,
beneath the brown outdoor tan, q rush
Of anger beat into his face. Without
q word he leaned forward and pressed
the note into the mouth Of the bronco.
The buckskin knew It's master for a
very good friend. If he gave it some
thing to eat-weil, there was no harm
In trying 1t once. The buckskin
chewed placidly for a few seconds, de-
cided that this was a practical joke,
and eected from Its mouth q Shiny
green pulp that had recently been
treasury note.
The father stammered his thanks to
the rescuer Of the girl. Il don't know
what / can ever do 70 lot you knew