THE RUNAWAY MARE
>T JOH H. MflUt,
Tom Vaughn and Hathaway wen* witting
on a park bench watching the parade of
tra|M, carta, phaeton*, carnages, tine
bor<e* and automobile*.
"l<ook, tJeorgr!" said Tom, pointing
down the drive as a tacy chestnut cob swung
into view with a smart cart at ita heel*
and a pretty girl on the bos, with a know
ing footman beside her. "Lawk! That's
the very individual I'm lookhw for!"
"You mean the girl or the florae!*’ said
Hathaway.
"l>id you ever sec such knee action!”
"I ran'i *gy tier knce«. and—”
"She angles her bock* like a pupil of Del
aarte!”
splendid complexion: ma treocge, •tor
ing at the girl.
•'Perfect manner* and plenty of speed!”
aaid Tom, watching the filly.
Hut at that moment a puffing, ghostlike
automobile swept around the curve. The
toppy cob ktornl stock atlil for a moment,
then bucked into the air like an outlaw
broncho. The girl clung bravely to the
reins and brought down her whip with a
resounding whack acme* the filly’* back.
That was enough. The mettlesome beaat
•wung swiftly toward the bench where
Vaughn and Hathaway had bean ait ting
and bolted over it like an Irish hunter at
a six-rail ferns*.
"A cross-country champion — whoa!”
Tom’* unfinished sentence ended in a shout
at the horse, for already the cart was on
axle end and the girl ami her footman were
sprawling topsy-turvy on the gta.-**. Hatha
way pu ked up the bedraggled beauty, but
Vaughn seized the plunging animal’s bridle.
The gathering crowd set toe cart to rights
and in another moment, (tale with anger ami
chagrin, and with a huaty “Thank you" to
the crowd, the girl wa* back on her perah,
with the scared footman lieside her.
"Now, WhalcUme, you imp!” she cried
at the horse, and seiziug her whip she cut
it hissing across the panting Hanks, so that
horse and cart, pretty girl and cowering
servant went Haahmg down the road at
breakneck speed.
"I'd give five hundred to own her,” aaid
Tom, gazing after them.
"Her? You mean the girl, of course. I'd
give Hve thousand," drawled Hathaway.
"Bradley,” the girl was saying, u» they
neared home, "you must «esl \\ haiebone.
She won’t get used to automobiles.”
AJI ngnt, M.>* JJoiiIevy.
“Take two hundred, take anything for
her. I |miid six hundred. \Ve‘ve had two
upset* already and—well, l’iu not ready for
a funeral just yet/'
“1 see, um."
“You can put an *ad* in the paper to
night like this. ‘For sale -Importid i.ack
ney-cob, four year old; *ound— let'a see.it
wouldn't do to say 'gentle*—four-year-old,
•ound. oh, yea, city broke, tine action, apeed,
•rtyle and er, yell — |ierfect manners.’ How
does that sound, Headley?’*
“All right, mute. That ought to cell her,
mi**/’
The Dunlevy’* were inatalled in their *ea
aliore home early in July.
“There’s a new family at The Firs this
year, *aid Mr*. Dunlevy, reeling the paj>er
over her morning chocolate, “tl.e Yaughna,
and they're from Chicago/* Then, to her
husband: “Know any Vaughns back home.
Walter?*'
“Yea. 1 know Horace Vaughn, but 1
never met his family. He haa two daugh
ter* ami a son, and—"
Helen, clapping ner banc*. “we need a lew
more men; he is a man. isn’t he. dad?*’
“Oh. I guess »o. He’s of age. any how,
I supinwe it's the proper thing for me to
drop in on them, isn’t it. ma?”
And no it was agreed, and the next day
Tom and one of his sister* called on the
Dunlevy ’a. ami a* the quaint old village by
the M i-sacku*e*.ta shore began to till up
with 'Uinmer pleasure seeker*, and one by
one the splendid noiue* along tne coast be
gan to take on the gay life of a new season,
Mia Helen commenced to think that Toni
Vaughn was not only a man. but a man
amongst men. She waa sitting on (lie ver
anda alone when he drove up in his cart
tine purple evening and cried: “W ill you
have a ride by the surf. Miss Punlevy?"
And she ran down to laugh yes. and waa
up on the high seat beetle him before he
could get down to help her. Hut as they
drove out of ths shadows into the tawny,
moonlit road, she looked down at the high
stepping mare, a lithe, mettloovne. sorrel
with a very familiar loss of the crest and
a most bewitching, coquettish syle.
A pretty mare, Mr. \ aughn, did Mae
Punlevy. "Is ahe gentle?"
"Oh, I hope so," he aaid. "I bought her
from a lady who guaranteed her perfect
manners."
"What’e her name?” nervously.
“Oh, I don't know the lady'e name. Her
coachman dealt with me.”
”1 mean the mare's name.”
“Whalebone," aaid Tom, “that’* what the
coachman aaid, but 1 don't like it. Du you?"
A scream was the answer, for at that
instant one of those wheezing, gaaping
French autua, with a headlight aa big aa the
fall moon, came darting down tbe hill to
ward them.
“Whalebone will run away, Tom!" aid
the girl, involuntarily dinging to hia arm.
"Oh, no ahe won’t. The lady assured me
that the mare was city-broke, and--”
"Hold her, hold her,Tom!" The terrified
girl was watching the coming juggernaut
aud the nervous mare by turns.
"I’ut your amis 'round my waist, Helen,"
said Vaughn, and as ahe gripped him and
hid her face behind hia broad back sh«
heard the hiss of the machine aa it flew by,
the cart leaped up and forwurd, there was a
volley of hoof beats on the wooden bridge
and alaive the roar of the s|iinning wheel*
and the jolting groan* of the two-wheeler
ahe heard Tom cry:
"Hold on tight, Helen! Keep your head
down and hold on. The mare m running
away.”
-Ann as tney new through the darkness,
richochetting against rocks, bounding over
obstacles, swaying from aide to side, site
began to wonder why the strung man to
whom she clung was so incipoldeof ijuelling
the pony-lyiilt hackney, hut when at last
•he heard the hiss of his whip and lelt the
frightened Whalebone leap forward again
under the sting of its lash she sat up beside
Tom, and before he guessed what ahe meant,
•he seized the reins from his hand* and
brought the mare to her haunches.
“(•real heavens, but you're strong, Hel
en!” he wondered.
"She wa-n’t running away at all,” pouted
the girl, looking ruefully at his face in the
twilight, "it was a mean trick, that's wh*l
it was, Tom. Why did you do it?”
“I wish I hadn't ‘broke her’ to automo
biles, Helen,” be sighed.
“Why*"
“I’d like her to run away with all of life
if—”
"If what, Tom?”
“If it’d mak* you—er—cling to m* like
that, dear.”
But runaways were superfluous after that.
•—Chicago Kccord-Herald.
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