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one bellow and began to paw the
I tried to compute the length of
-that chain. Could I go past without
being impaled upon the creature's
,horns? Bulls havealways been my
one terror. My father told me that
my mother was frightened by a bull
before I was born, and that that must
have been the cause of it
I saw that he could not reach the
garden, and-of course I could have
climbed over the fence. But pride
would not permit that plan. I ap
proached slowly, and I think I must
have looked like a -woman who is'
seasick, for I had pretty much the
same sensations as they say this
malady brings with it
Then I took heart again. The chain
was too short. I could pass the bull
with several feet to spare. Well, r
would show Harold James just what
I thought of him. I was going into
Hicksville, and I would buy a revol
ver theref and come back and shoot
the creature." That is what any Street
I felt so infuriated that, as I passed
the snorting monster, I snapped my
fingers at it. Next instant, with a
roar, the creature leaped at me. I
heard the chain ring taut, and saw
the stake come out of the ground. I
tried to run, but my limbs refused to
support me. And then well, for the
first time in. my life I fainted.
I cannot have been unconscious
long, for when. I opened my eyes the
bull was feeding a short distance
away, as peacefully as though it had
never had thoughts of violence to
ward me. And the gamekeeper was
bending over me, a look of agonized
reproach upon his face.
"I didn't mean to do it indeed I'
didn't," he was saying over and over
again. "Mr. James told me to Mde
behind the board; and prick old Hiram
with the goad. He didn't mean him
to get at you. He wouldn't hurt a
soul. Won't you forgive me?"
"I suppose you have to earn your
wages," I answered curtly, getting,
upon my feet, heartily asjaamed of
my weakness. "But tell -your Mr.
James that there are men in the
county who still know "how to protect
"What do you mean?" he demand
ed bluntly, and he looked quite
"Imean that my fiancee, Mr. Mr.
Tarrish will have something to say
to him," I said, naming the little
grocer on the spur of the moment.
This fellow probably wouldn't know
who Mr. Tarrish was, for he was a
stranger to the county, and Hicks
ville was not the nearest village to
the James' estates.
"Are you engaged to Mr. Tar-
rish?" inquired the-man, paling.
What business is itof yours?" I
"Because," he said, "I am Harold
"I might have guessed it from your
actions," I answered.
And then Mr. Harold James sud
denly caught hold of my hands.
"Millicent," he said pleadingly,
"ddn'tyou remember how we used to
be sweethearts when we were at
school together and how you prom
ised some day to marry me. I've been
crazy over you ever since. I've still
got that photograph of you hanging
on my wall. And I've been sneaking
round for weeks, trying to catch a
glimpse of you. I knew from your
spirit thaf you'd never (give me a
chance unless I did something rash.
Millicent, may I have a chance to win
I could not help laughing. It was
very strange, courting a girl with
wild bulls and notice boards. But Mr. .
James looked so penitent and humble
that I well, I relented a little.
"You may call on me next Wednes
day evening, after my friend, Miss
Jones, gets here," I answered.
And Mr. James, speechless from "'
gratitude, picked- an axe out of the
grass and tegan chopping down the
Well, the Street homestead is fetfll