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SNOWBALL, ,"- -
By Elizabeth Lillian Higgins.
That comprised the-beginning and
the end of the wakin&.thaughts of
Bruce Telford. He had an idol it
was his .horse.
When the bright, earnest-faced
young fellow was not dashing over
the ranges, he was ministering to the
Watching the Picture of Grace and
needs of the splendid animal, or dis
counting upon its merits and beauty.
"Reason to brag?" he wac wont to
say "I think it! There was the
brother, Spitfire, dappled, but hand
some as a girl. I had to sell him all
mischief. Yes, more than that dev
ilish, when the reckless mood came
over him. For a month Snowball
mourned. Say, it was human-like. He
used to lean over the gate looking
straight across the river, the direc
u( - in which Spitfire had gone. The
tosuer :sed to tell of how he groaned
ivsSfe 4 -M
nights, Sobbings I called uVOvej
now, and the king of the range.
This" fact no "rival ranchman "ever
attempted or dared to combat, after
the Valley massacre during an In
That was an episode Bruce loved to
tell about. Hemmed in, he had fought
his way through a horde of the dusky
savages. Snowball," withshoofs and
head assisting, a rescued woman and
her baby at the saddle bow, warning
word taken of the massacre to the
nearest agency at runaway speed.
"There was never another Snow- '6
ball, there never will be," was the
staunch sentiment of the proud own
er of the famoussteed.
Those were bright, brisk days fdtf
the ranch outrider. And then they
became halcyon. Una Dacre from the
East came to Station Ten. Bruce
never forgot the first 'day he met the
dainty, dazzling fairy who came into
his life as a vision nor she, either.-
She had come West to recuperate
from an exhausting social season;
one was not an mvauu, oniy weaneav
of folly, she told her aunt, Mrs. Dawsg'
the wife of the clergyman at Station
Ten, longing for the inspiring air t)f
the mountains and the stirring anif
unique scenes of the great herding
Mrs. Davis was at the garden' gate
as Bruce rode by, and had halted him
for a neighborly chat Then as there
was a flutter of a white dress oa the"
porch, s"he called out: "
"Una, my dear, you fell in love"
with Snowball yesterday. Here he Is
to show himself."
Pretty Miss JJacre came- tripping
down the walk and -waajntroduced-to
Bruce. His bronzed cheek red athe
touch of her dainty hand. She placed
it next across the flowing manefgf
Snowball. The animal eazed itfier
with his great liquid eyes, and gently
rested his head across her stiopidferl
"A friend for life," spoke Bruce-.
leuuru graveiy, ujnueriyf ms voice;
tremulous with genuine emotion. -
And after that, each day whenever1