A Rough Ride for Pleasure Seekers

Monday morning, a couple of young men of this place mounted the seat of one of Ben Brevinder's fine buggies and cracked leather over the backs of a spanking team as they dashed through town on their way to Medical Lake. The team was gilt-edged and the trip held out rare-colored prospects for a bushel of fun. However, man proposes and a greater power disposes. The young men were destined to participate in a little excitement not down on the bill. When but a short distance out of the city, the horses became frightened from some cause and struck out to beat the best running time on record. The occupants of the flying vehicle threw a good deal of interest in their efforts to bring the denizens of the road down to a more reasonable pace, but without avail. At last, the buggy hit the track and with a graceful sweep through the yielding atmosphere, the two pleasure seekers struck the cold, hard ground with an abruptness that almost drove their bodies through their shirt collars. In the melee that ensued, the buggy was completely demolished. They were by no means discouraged over the mishap, for with the assistance of gentlemen nearby, the horses were captured, making arrangements with the good Samaritan to return the buggy to the Brevinder stable, they mounted the horses bareback and continued on their way rejoicing.