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down its shaded length. Snowfoot
was saying farewell to old familiar
"Off his feed," the hostler at the
Elston place told its master the next
"Off himself!" was the report next
Snowfoot had pressed out one end
of the stable, too intelligent to arouse
suspicion by kicking his way out. A
search in the neighborhood revealed
no trace of the missing animal.
"Snowfoot got homesick and has
gone to his young mistress," decided
Then he shrugged his shoulders
lightly. Snowfoot was his property,
acquired by legal purchase, but El
ston's fancy was pleased to imagine
the delight of this unknown Miss
Young over the return of her cher
"You need search no further," he
told the hostler. "I think I know
wnere to find the animal."
His impulse was strong to allow
Miss Young to retain possession of
Snowfoot, but sentiment kept this
unknown young lady in his mind all
the morning. What waB she like"?
What would her action be when she
reasoned out that Snowfoot was a
Elston tried to deceive himself with
the idea that he was going to simply
take a spin down the river road in the
pony phaeton, while in reality he had
in view the town 15 miles distant,
where he had purchased Snowfoot.
He knew that Mr. Young lived some
where in its vicinity. -
Just as he was starting out his only
relative in world, little Artie, his
brother, ran out and insisted on join
ing him. The tiny lad was the Idol
of Elston's soul.
"Jump in," he ordered and the
eager juvenile was promptly at his
Just where the road turned the
wife of a man who had been doing
some work at the Elston place hailed I
Its master. She explained that heri
husband had sustained a bad fall, was
in bed and would be glad to have a
word with him.
Elston went into the house, leaving',
little Artie in the phaeton, with a"
warning to hold the lines steady.
Five minutes later, when he came
out of the house, Elston uttered a cry
of alarm and broke into a run. He5
saw the phaeton 300 yards away,
just ascending the incline that led to
the old condemned wooden bridge.
Little Artie was tugging at the lines
vigorously but the pony refused to
halt or turn.
Then suddenly a quick gasp of
alarm parted Elston's lips. The pony
had gained the bridge. He saw the
animal's front hoofs sink through a
rotten plank, the phaeton turn over
on its side. It spilled out the merry
little driver. With a groan of agony
Elston say his brother en RhnnHnjr
-through a break in the planking 20
ieet aown into tne water below.
It was a steep descent at the banks
neaT to the bridge, but down the in
cline Elston flew, rather than sped.
Then he lost his footing, his head
struck a shelf of slate, and. -with nna
last view of Artie being borne swift
ly aown tne stream, Elston lost con
sciousness. It vjas 15 minutes later when Els
ton roused up. He ran hatless down
the stream, in anguished distress
scanning its surface.
"Too late!" his bloodless lips re
peated. "Oh, Arthur! Arthur!"
Turning a bend he made out a fig
ure, that of a fair young girl in drip
ping, clinging garments, standing
near a little copse. Beneath a tree
near by was a horse panting and
water-flecked. Instantly Elston rec
ognized the animal it was Snowfoot
The girl ran toward him, her face
colorless, her eyes filled with anxiety.
"Are you the doctor?" she asked,
seizing his arm impetuously. "Come
"ripklv! I have done all I could for
the little fellow, but I haUcA a man to
hurry after yoii, fearing "
"My brother!" cried Elston, looking