THE LIFTING OF THE CLOUD
"This way, Minnie! Run as fast as you can!"
The girl had looked back and discovered the advancing bull, which
sight caused her to shriek and became panic-stricken. Fortunately
the animal pursued peculiar tactics while bearing down upon his
expected victim. Running forward for a short distance, he would
stop to bellow furiously and toss up the turf with his short
horns, upon which gilt balls had been fastened by the farmer
owner.
Frank had jumped the fence like a flash, and was already rushing
toward Minnie. She caught sight of him, and naturally changed her
course so as to head in his direction. Perhaps just then she
hardly knew who it was coming to her assistance; but turned to any
port in a storm.
When they met it was at a distance of possibly thirty yards from
the fence. Frank immediately clutched her arm and began to hurry
her toward the haven of safety as rapidly as he could.
"Oh! Frank, he is coming faster!" gasped the girl, who had been
constrained to look back over her shoulder toward the threatening
danger.
"Never mind! Run! run!" cried Frank, trying to instill new courage
in her heart.
At the same time he knew full well that they would never be able
to reach the fence and climb over before the enraged animal came
up. Something else must be done. How could he attract the
attention of the bull to himself while Minnie clambered over?
The question was not difficult to solve. She was, by the strangest
accident in the world, wearing a red sweater that buttoned down
the front. In other days they were known as Cardigan jackets, and
Frank could easily remember how charming Minnie had looked many a
time the previous winter in this same garment.
It was this that was adding fuel to the rage of the angry bull,
always attracted by a flaming color. Frank without regard to the
feelings of the astonished girl caught hold of this outer apparel,
and with one effort ripped the buttons loose. It was no time for
courtesy, nor could he waste a precious second in explaining just
why he did this strange thing.
Another effort and the sweater was in his hands. Minnie seemed to
realize by now what he had in his mind, for a weak little smile
appeared on her white face as she looked up at him.
"Run straight to the fence and climb over! I'll follow you, but
never mind me! Quick, Minnie, do as I say!" he exclaimed.
There was unconscious authority in his voice, just as when he
called to his players on the diamond or on the gridiron. Minnie
ran on, obeying his instructions thus far. She undoubtedly
expected that Frank meant to cast the offensive red sweater on the
ground, so as to attract the attention of the beast for a dozen
seconds, time enough to allow of his finding safety beyond the
barrier.
As she neared the high rail fence she turned her head again to
look. To her horror she saw Frank standing there, waving the
scarlet jacket wildly to and fro. He was challenging the oncoming
bull to make a run at him, actually endeavoring to attract the
animal's attention, so as to give Minnie ample time to escape.
Even as she stood there with quaking knees, staring, she saw Frank
suddenly and nimbly jump aside, and avoid the first mad rush of
the bull.
"Oh! Frank; run! run! He will kill you!" she shrieked, wringing
her hands hysterically; all the past forgotten in that one minute
of terror.
"Get over the fence! Get over the fence! The longer you delay the
worse for me! Climb over, Minnie!" came back the answering shout,
as Frank poised himself to repeat his former tactics.
Crying, she obeyed, though it seemed as though her half-blinded
eyes could hardly show her how to catch hold of the various bars;
but presently she had succeeded in gaining the outside of the
enclosure, and through the spaces between the rails she looked
again, her heart almost standing still with dread.
Frank was still on his feet, though he had been put to his best
efforts in order to escape those threatening horns.
"Now run, Frank! I'm over the fence!" she cried at the top of her
voice.
"All right! I'm coming!" he replied, as best he could, for his
antagonist just then made another vicious lunge, and it was only
by a shave that the athletic boy managed to escape those golden
balls that surmounted his massive head.
Now that he had accomplished the main object of his labor Frank
could devote his energies toward his own escape. When the bull
passed him he turned and bolted in the direction of the friendly
fence. The distance was too great to think of making it in one
run. As he flew along he expected to hear the pounding of the
bull's hoofs on the hard turf behind him, nor was he mistaken.
"He's coming, Frank! Oh! be careful!"
Minnie was calling this in trembling tones, and yet Frank paid
little or no attention to her warning, for he had to depend upon
his own instincts just then. At the proper instant he whirled
around. Already he had stamped the situation in his mind, and knew
to a fraction just how far away the fence lay.
Again he managed to escape the rush of the beast. Had he been an
experienced Spanish bull-fighter he could hardly have done better.
And again he changed his position. All he wanted was one more
chance, and he knew he could win out. This time the animal,
growing more and more enraged, came within a foot of striking the
boy, who was beginning to get winded with his efforts.
"Now!" cried Minnie, who seemed to recognize the opening when it
appeared.
Already was Frank in full motion, sprinting for the near-by fence
with all his might and main. He reached it even as the bull was
bearing down after him. One tremendous effort and he had mounted
the rails to fall in a heap on the other side--safe! The bull came
to a sudden halt within the enclosure, and vented his fury in more
bellowing and tearing up of the turf.
Minnie was at the side of her champion in a moment.
"Oh! Frank, are you hurt?" she exclaimed, as she caught hold of
him in her anxiety; and almost breathless as he was, the boy could
not help feeling a thrill of satisfaction at the prospect of the
breach between them being healed in this wonderful manner.
"Not a bit, Minnie, only short of breath. Here's your sweater,
safe and sound. Excuse me for taking it in that rude way, but you
see there wasn't much time for explanations," he managed to say,
as he started to put it on her again, an operation to which she
submitted with pleasure.
"And now," said Frank, as arm in arm they started to walk away
from the scene of the adventure, he rolling his wheel as he went,
"what was all this trouble about, Minnie? What terrible thing have
I done to make you treat both Helen and myself so? Neither of us
have the least idea, and she's very unhappy over it. Please let me
know."
Minnie looked troubled, and yet a gleam of hope began to appear in
her gray eyes.
"Oh! if you only could explain it away, I'd be so glad, Frank; so
glad," she said.
"Is it anything that Lef Seller has been saying about me?" he
asked, shortly.
"No, no. This is a matter that concerns only you and I. It was
about a letter you wrote, a note rather, that was intended for
Helen, and which--Oh! I don't know what to make of it, I've tried
so hard not to believe you meant it; but every time I look at that
note it stands out so plain, and gives me a shock."
She clung to his arm, and let her head sink as she spoke. Frank
knew that she was crying softly, too, and he was the most
mystified boy that could be found.
"A note that I wrote to Helen, and about you! Why, Minnie, surely
you must be mistaken. I don't ever remember doing anything of the
kind!" he declared.
"But I've got it still, Frank, right here in my little bag. Ten
times I tried to destroy it, and just couldn't," she exclaimed,
looking up at him.
"Let me see it, please," he said, his eyes filled with wonder.
With trembling hands she opened the little bag, to which she had
unconsciously clung through all her recent peril. From this she
took a folded piece of paper, that had apparently been frequently
handled, to judge from the creases.
When Frank examined what was written upon it his face first took
on a look of astonishment, and then amusement.
"I see," he said, slowly, "this is evidently about half of a page,
and torn in a diagonal way. Notice Minnie that it is only a
_portion_ of a note. There is another half, which will give
it an entirely different version! I admit that I wrote this note
to Helen in school one day. Then I changed my mind, and tore it in
half, intending to destroy it. Where did you happen to find this
piece, Minnie?"
"On the floor in the hall. Soggy was sweeping out when I went back
for something I had forgotten. Just by accident I saw your
writing, and unconsciously stooped to pick it up. Oh! Frank, what
a cruel shock it gave me," she said.
"Well, as near as I can remember, I tried to thrust both pieces
into my desk. This one must have fallen to the floor either then
or later, and was swept out. Perhaps the other half may still be
there, Minnie! Will you go with me around to the school now? The
sooner this strange thing is cleared up the better."
"If you say so, I'll be glad to go, Frank. But it's enough for me
to hear you say that it was not intended to warn Helen against
me," she replied, smiling up through her tears.
"Wait and see the proof first," laughed Frank.
They reached the high school building in due time. Soggy, the
janitor, was just about locking up, and upon hearing their request
readily allowed them to enter. Going straight to his desk, Frank
fumbled around inside eagerly, and then with an exclamation of
triumph drew out something.
"There, look!" he exclaimed, as he fitted the ragged edges of the
two pieces of paper together on the top of the desk. "You see they
match perfectly. Now read out loud what I was writing to my sister
that day, and changed my mind, intending to talk with her when we
got home."
And Minnie read this:
HELEN
Don't believe all you hear. In the first place it's
nonsense to think that you could expect the truth
from one so shallow as Min erva Stone. I never liked her.
She may seem all right as a friend, but I'd advise you to have
little to do with her. She says one thing to your face and
another to your back. I'm afraid she's deceptive, and that's
about the meanest trait any girl can have. Bett er let your
new friendship gradually cool, and drop her altogeth er. Honestly,
to tell the truth, I think Minnie Cuthbert ought to be en ough
chum for you.
FRANK.
When she finished this she looked up at him with tear-steeped
eyes.
"We're friends again once more, Minnie, are we not." he asked,
smiling.
"Yes, good friends; true friends, I hope Frank!" she replied as
they clasped hands, and a pair of happy gray eyes looked up shyly
into the darker orbs of the boy.