SALLIE RUSSELL. 



EED, Missy Helen, de bay 

 mare done got a colt.' 



Sam's eyes sparkled as 

 he said this, although he 

 was, usually, one of the 

 most stupid of his race. 



By the average young 

 lady of to-day, such an an- 

 nouncement would probably 

 be received with contempt 

 or indifference; with Helen Beauford a Kentucky 

 girl born and bred it was an occasion of joy. 



' Bring me my hat directly, Mirandy,' she said. 

 4 1 must go to see the little thing.' 



She was expecting to see a small colt, but was 

 wholly unprepared to find such a tiny creature as 

 she saw in the paddock. It seemed more like a 

 shadow than a reality. When it attempted to stand, 

 its limbs shook so that the effort seemed altogether 

 premature and hopeless. When it tried to walk, 



