Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 22, 2025
I was sure I saw you falling. So I ran my horse all the way home, to get Uncle Dave and the boys," she told him tremulously. And then she added, with her tantalizing half smile, "I believe that horse of mine could beat Smoky or Skeeter, if I was scared that bad at the beginning of a race."
Skeeter Newson Newt "The Lewis Woman." He saw it all in a blinding flash, and in that awful moment of realization he passed out of his childhood and entered man's estate. Choking back his sobs, he fled from the scene of his disgrace. In one alley and out another he stumbled, looking for a hole in which he could crawl and pour out his pent-up grief.
The tenement would go like matchwood, burn like a bonfire, with any kind of a start and there was no doubt about the start! The Skeeter, the Magpie, and the rest would have seen that it had headway enough to serve their purpose before either firemen or police could thwart them.
The two men rode down the hoof-scored sand to the quarter post, Skeeter dancing sidewise at the prospect of a race, Smoky now and then tentatively against Bud's steady pressure of the bit. "He's not limping now," Bud gloated as they rode. But Jeff only laughed tolerantly and made no reply. Dave Truman started them with a pistol shot, and the two horses darted away, Smoky half a jump in the lead.
"I suppose they hate to lose," Bud grinned. "That's it money 's more to 'em than the sport of kings, which is runnin' horses. This bunch, kid belly-ached till Dave took his horse Boise outa the game, and now, by gosh, they're backin' up from my Skeeter, that has been beat more times than he won. "When you pulled him, Jeff!" a mocking voice drawled. "And that was when you wasn't bettin' yourself."
It was because a beautiful young lady had taken his part, and put her arms about him, and refused to believe that he was as bad as Skeeter Sheeley said he was. During the rest of the week the rainstorm, that had started all the trouble, continued to hover ominously, breaking forth day after day in fierce, petulant showers.
"Yes, I knows dat, Sooz'n," replied her husband, with an expression of the deepest woe. "Well, den " "No, Sooz'n, it's ill den." "Quashy!" "Yes?" "Hol' your tongue." "Yes, da'ling." "Well, den," began Susan again, with serious emphasis, "don' 'trupt me agin, or I'll git angry. Well, massa, you know, is so honoribic dat he wouldn't deceive nobody not even a skeeter."
"Yes, you better begin to cackle over it," said she, speaking in solemn reproof, as if addressing a child, "for Joe he'll just about cut your sassy old head clean off! If he don't do that, he'll trim down that wing of yourn till you can't bat a skeeter off your nose with it, you redick-lous old critter!" But it was not the threat of Joe that had drawn the cry of alarm from the fowl.
When that had subsided, interest once more centered on Skeeter and Smoky, who seemed to have recovered somewhat from his lameness. Not a man save Pop and Bud had placed a bet on Smoky, yet every man there seemed keenly interested in the race.
His little dog that had a bell attached to its collar made numerous stops while he rang a suggestive peal as he scratched his ear with his hind foot. Leaving them to their tragic pantomimes and protracted agony a swift run for the highlands was made and at last there was safety from the plotting of such a fearsome foe as the "Jersey skeeter."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking