Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 108, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 May 1913 — RAILROAD FARES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

RAILROAD FARES

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the outer entrance, where Dunderberg was plunging and pivoting in the grip of two grooms. A third groom, mounted on a quieter steed, sat well beyond range of the stallion's lashing heels. Late as it was, Mrs. Conover was still up. Caleb brushed past her in the hall, cutting short the feeble remonstrances with which she always prefaced one of his wild rides. “Oh, Caleb!” she pleaded as she followed him out on the broad veranda. “Not to-night, dear,! Just give it up this once, to please ME! He’s—he’s such a terrible horse. I never saw him so wild as he is now. The men can scarcely hold him. Oh, please—” But the Railroader was already preparing to mount “Don’t . you worry, old girl,” he called back over his shoulder; “he’s none too wild for my taste. There never was a horse yet could get the best of me.” The wind was rising again. It whistled across the grounds, ruffling the puddles and stirring the dead leaves. A whiff of it caught Conover’s hat as he fought his way to the plunging stallion’s back. The exultance of coming battle was already upon both rider and horse. “Your hat, sir!” called one of the grooms, as another sprang forward to catch the falling headgear. But Caleb had no mind to wait for trifles. The night wind was in his face, the furious horse whirling and rearing between his vice-like knee-grip.

“All right!” shouted Conover In glorious excitement, signalling to the struggling groom to release the bit “All right! Let him go! Never mind the hat Come on, Giles.” Dunderberg, his head free, leaped forward as from a catapult Master and man thundered away down the drive, and were swallowed in the blackness. The double roar of flying hoofs grew fainter then was lost in the solemn hush of the autumn night

“Allright! Let him go! Never mind the hat."