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MW there still existed an old one door cabin. If I were lucky I might make it before they got me. I hurried my tired horse, pushing it to its limit. Turning sharply up the canyon I looked back and saw them drawing closer. I could hear the pounding hoofs louder and louder. My own gasps coincided with the rasping, choking breathing of my nearly dead horse. I had to get to the cabin. Hurry, they were gaining. Every bush and tree loomed up in front of me as an armed rider. They yelled, commanding me to stop. I raced faster. I reached the cabin at last. I half jumped and half fell from my horse. A bullet whistled over my head as I threw myself into the cabin. I slammed and bolted the door. It was pitch dark in there. Heavy fists beat upon the door. A voice commanded me to come out or else! I drew my pistol and fired at the door. Three shots answered me. I groped around in the dark searching for something to use as a barricade. Suddenly I stumbled over something. Good, it was a log. I-Iastily I rolled it over and propped it against the door, falling down behind it and answering their shots. The night wore on. The spaces of dead si- lence, and of anxious waiting were more terri- fying than the loud report, whistle and thud of their bullets. Fear had me. My skin prickled with every bullet. I could practically feel the impact of them. My imagination played havoc with my sanity. Horrible results pictured them- selves in my mind. I peered into black space. My ears were strained to detect any slight noise. Thus I waited, crouched behind the log. Toward dawn I heard them saddle up and ride away. The let-down and sudden relief left me exhausted. I didn't dare step out until it was light, for fear of ambush. I made myself lie there against the log, waiting for the dawn. I awoke with a start, and staring around me I realized that sunlight was streaming into the cabin through the bullet holes in the door. I staggered to mv feet, clumsily shoving the log aside. Thank Heaven, I thought, for that log. I might have been as full of holes as the door which I now flung open. The cabin was Hooded with light. For a minute the light blinded me. As my sight retumed I stared. My saviour in the fonn of a log was an example of my night- mares of what could have happened to me. It was a riddled corpse--stiff with death, a former victim if not a brother victim. -Elsa Douglas L' ALLEGRO or I94I You are given a perfect day to spend doing the things you like best. I-low would you spend it? It opens up delightful avenues of imagina- tion. With the breaking of a glorious dawn my day is begun. I arise as the sun is peeking over the hills. After eating a hasty breakfast, I join a group of gay comrades to go on an early morn- ing horseback ride. The air is delightfully cool as we ride through beautiful green valleys. Our horses are feeling fine, and as we gallop along, the group breaks happily into song. Coming back to the ranch house, we have a grand steak fry. My boy friend, being a good chef, cooks the steaks. They are more than perfect! ' After our steaks are digested and we have rested, four of us decide to play a game of tennis. The courts are on a hill overlooking the lake. It is more than delightful to play tennis in such a spot. Our set is a good fast one. The lake is so inviting that we can't resist a plunge in its cool depths. Looking up at the beautiful blue sky as I float idly on my back, I am in complete contentment. Sunning our- selves on the rock island in the middle of the lake, we are lazily listening to some distant music. Our dip left us with ravishing appetites. The next stop is the rustic inn by the beautiful waterfall. Here in this lovely setting, we feast on chick- en and all the trimmings. Not wanting to miss anything, we climb a charming woodland path above the waterfall to enjoy a glorious sunset. Returning to our various homes, we make plans for the evening. We decide to go to the dance held at the Lake Tonosee Clubhouse. I am thrilled at the prospect of such a delightful evening. Putting on my lovely new formal, I am hoping my recently acquired coat of tan will look well with it. Answering the door, I am delighted to see my handsome boyfriend with orchids for me. The dance at the clubhouse is all a dance should be. Soft lights, sweet music, and a marvelous dancing partner make it a dance never to be forgotten. My perfect day is ended as I happily tumble into bed. PAGE FIFTY-NINE
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