  “Shirley!” cried Mr. Willing again, and looked at his daughter in alarm. At this moment Mabel and Leonard came running up, having outdistanced Mr. Ashton. Mr. Willing turned to them quickly. “Dr. Thompson is back there in the paddock,” he said, pointing. “Hurry! and see if you can find him.” Mabel hurried away in response to this command. She was fortunate enough to find the physician after a brief search, and she conducted him back to where Mr. Willing still held Shirley in his arms. The doctor laid her gently on the soft ground and bent over her. “Nothing serious,” he said rising at last. “She seems to have fainted more because of the excitement than anything else. She’ll come to presently.” Dr. Thompson proved a good prophet. Five minutes later Shirley opened her eyes and smiled up at her father. “Did we win?” she asked somewhat feebly. “Yes, you won,” replied Mr. Willing in a low voice. “But, Shirley, why did you do it?” “Somebody had to do it, Dad,” was the reply. “I knew I was the only one that could ride Gabriel outside of Jimmy.” “But I would rather have had Gabriel scratched than to have you take such a risk,” said Mr. Willing. “I know that. That’s why I didn’t tell you.” Mr. Willing turned to Mabel, as Shirley fell back, tired out, and closed her eyes. “What is the matter with Jimmy?” he demanded. Mabel explained. Mr. Willing grew very angry. “I have had enough of this,” he declared. “I shall notify the police as soon as we get back down town. I’ll see that Jones answers for his actions. I’ll prosecute him to the full extent of the law.” Half an hour later, with Shirley lying in the rear seat, the car, also bearing Mr. Willing, Mr. Ashton, Dick, Mabel and Leonard, was speeding down town. By the time it reached the hotel Shirley had so far recovered that she was able to make her way to their apartments unassisted. True to his promise, the hotel physician had remained with Jimmy all this time. “And did you win the race?” was his first question, as Shirley entered the room. “Yes,” was the girl’s smiling rejoinder. “We won.” “Good,” cried the physician. He rose from his chair. “You have no further need of me,” he said, “I shall be going.” He bowed and made his departure. After a few words with Jimmy, Mr. Willing announced his intention of going immediately to the police station and swearing out a warrant against Jones. Shirley tried to turn him from his purpose, but in vain. Then she declared that she would go with him. All Mr. Willing’s objections went for naught, so the two started out together. As they were driving along the street, Shirley cried out suddenly and caught her father by the arm. “What’s the matter now?” he demanded. “There is Jones,” said Shirley, pointing to the sidewalk. Mr. Willing followed the direction of her finger. Sure enough, there was Jones, deep in conversation with another man. Mr. Willing ordered the chauffeur to stop the car, and he leaped out. “What are you going to do, Dad?” called Shirley, in alarm. Mr. Willing vouchsafed no reply. He walked directly up to Jones, who at that moment was looking the other way. He took him by the arm and swung him about, so that they stood face to face. As Jones, greatly surprised, would have stepped back, Mr. Willing raised one arm, and deliberately slapped the man across the face. “Perhaps that will teach you, sir,” he exclaimed, “to let me and mine alone in the future.” Jones was no coward. He wiped a few drops of blood from his lips, and stepping suddenly forward, aimed a heavy blow at Mr. Willing. But the latter, in spite of his age, was still agile and strong. He sprang to one side, and avoided the blow, but then, stepping in close, sent his fist into the other’s face with all his power. Jones struck the sidewalk like a log. His companion took to his heels. A crowd, attracted by the scuffle, began to gather. Presently Jones pulled himself together and scrambled to his feet. Mr. Willing still stood with clenched fists and set lips. “Have you had enough?” he asked. “Or shall I give you another dose?” For one moment it seemed that Jones would renew the fight; but after a look at the rapidly gathering crowd, he turned and walked away. “Three cheers for the old boy,” shouted a youngster in the crowd. The cheers were given with a will. At that moment a hand was laid on Mr. Willing’s shoulder. The latter turned to face a policeman. “You are under arrest,” said the officer. “Come with me.” In vain Mr. Willing protested. The officer was firm. Finally Mr. Willing consented to go without trouble. “If you’ll step into my car, I’ll drive you to the station,” he said. The policeman accepted this offer. Shirley, perceiving her father in the hands of the law, was frightened. Mr. Willing reassured her, however, when he stepped into the car, and ordered the chauffeur to drive to police headquarters. As they continued down the street, the crowd gave three more ringing cheers. Mr. Willing was forced to smile. At the police station Mr. Willing had little difficulty explaining matters satisfactorily to the sergeant, and he was allowed to go. “You did perfectly right,” declared the old sergeant. He shook hands with Mr. Willing and his daughter, and wished them good luck. The latter then returned to their hotel. “I guess that was enough punishment for Jones,” “Indeed it was,” was the reply, “and it also saved you a lot of court trouble and notoriety.” “Right you are,” agreed Mr. Willing. Two days longer the party stayed in Louisville, and then set out for home. Jimmy’s injuries were getting along nicely and no serious results were anticipated. The mark on Shirley’s face, caused by the blow of the whip, was also rapidly disappearing. An hour before it was time for their train to leave, Dick was announced. Shirley welcomed him warmly, as did Mr. Willing. “My daughter has told me of you,” said the latter, “and I should be glad to have you go home with us. I can offer you work on my farm.” “Thank you, sir,” replied Dick, “but, for the present, I prefer to remain here.” “But,” protested Mr. Willing, “surely you have not such a remunerative place here that makes you so anxious to stay?” “No, sir. I am only an office boy in a big newspaper office, but some of these days, sir, I hope to climb. Within the year I expect to be on the reportorial staff of the Star.” “Well, you know your own mind best. However, I should be pleased to have you go with us.” “And I should be pleased to go, sir.” “Perhaps he will come and spend Christmas with us,” suggested Shirley. “I certainly shall, if it is possible,” replied the lad. “But you know, Miss Willing, a newspaper man works holidays as well as others. However, it may be that I can get off.” “You must get away,” declared Shirley. “We shall expect you.” “I will do my best,” the lad promised. “Well,” said Mr. Willing, “we shall have to be getting down toward the station. It is getting late.” Dick shook hands all around and bowed himself out “A very manly and likeable boy,” said Mr. Willing, as he disappeared through the door. “Indeed he is,” replied Shirley. An hour later the party was speeding along in the direction of Lexington. Gabriel already had been shipped home, and they knew that they would find him there, safe and sound, when they returned. Shirley had not seen the horse since just after the race, and was anxious to call upon him in his own home. So, the first thing after their arrival at the farm, she, Mabel, Leonard and Jimmy made straight for Gabriel’s stall. The racehorse received them with whinnies of joy. “Good old Gabriel,” said Shirley, dashing into the stall and throwing her arms around the animal’s The others now approached, and Gabriel put aside his customary unfriendliness toward strangers, and allowed all to pat him to their hearts’ content. “Well,” said Leonard, “I have had the time of my life here, and I am sorry to say that I shall have to leave you to-morrow.” “Leave us?” exclaimed Shirley in surprise. “Yes. I start home to-morrow night.” Both girls heard this piece of news with regret, for both had become greatly attached to young Wolfe. At this juncture Jimmy, who was now able to get around, turned to Shirley. “And had it not been for you, Miss Shirley,” he said seriously, “there is no telling what might have happened to me. Certainly you saved me from myself.” Shirley extended her hand, and the boy grasped it warmly. “I could never have rested in peace had you gone away, Jimmy Smith,” she said with a faint smile. “I shall never forget that it was a few unthoughtful words of mine that almost sent you on the wrong road.” “Don’t talk like that, Miss Shirley,” said Jimmy. “You know better.” “Of course, she does,” said Leonard and Mabel in the same voice. “Well,” said Shirley, laughing, “we won’t argue about it. Everything has turned out all right, and I am sure that each of us has had a good time.” “Indeed we have,” exclaimed the others. Here for the time being, we shall take our leave of the girls, their fathers and friends. But we shall meet them again before long, in a second volume entitled “The Blue Grass Seminary Girls’ Christmas Holidays” or “A Four-Weeks’ Tour with the Glee Club.” THE END
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