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Show BUFFALO BILL'S DAUGHTER. he Can Break Horse In a Way Alex. nder Would Have Envied. Funally I drew up before the Cody res. ldenaB, about a half mile east of the ration, and with a sigh of relief. Yes, Mrs. Cody was at home, the servant said in answer to my qtiftry, and I was nshered in the moat prettily furnished little parlor that I had ever seeu Mrs. Cody came in a few minutes later and entertained me for nearly an hour with : pleasing reminiscences of the lives of ' herself and her intrepid husband dnring I the earlier days of frontier life. She was a pleasant, easy, graceful talker, ! and fully as handsome a woman as her famous li unhand is a man. She was from Philadelphia, and Cody came from Chester, the county adjoining. During our conversation their little 5-year-old daughter, Inua, came in and entertained me with a lot of childish prattle about what her father was doing, after which she nave an illustration of how she could play the piano. Cody's eldest daughter, Miss Arta, was not at home. She li;ul gono to thd state fair at Lincoln. Jliss Arta was then 21 years of uj;e, a magnificent queenly looking young woman, who waa credited with having us much courage aud self confidence in her father. Many pretty Btories of her pluck are told by the residents of North I'luite. Among thein is the following: j Some years ago, when Miss Arta was about 14 yearB of age, Cody had in his stable' a large, handsome, high spirited horse that was particularly vicious, so much so, in fact, that Cody himself did not euro about ridiisg him. One day , Arta concluded that she would ride this horse, although the stableman sought to ! dissuade her. Slej was determined, however, how-ever, und succeeded in getting a bridle on him, and then leaped nimbly onto his back. Tho horse reared and plunged, but the girl kept her seat. Finally the i animal throw her. She waa up again in an iutttant, and once more ou his back. ThiE time the animal threw her over his I head, and she struck the ground heavily, i scratching her faco to a considerable de j iree. j With blood streaming down her face, tter eyes filled with tears, and her rage I to great that she looked like a young j tigress, bhe sprung to her feet crying, "The brute! I'll ride him now if he kills j me," and suiting the,etiou to the word, gave the horse the most terrible beating he had ever received; and when she had completed the animal was as docile as the proverbial "Old Dobbin," and Miss Arta rode off triumphantly, while her father aud the stableman looked on in astonishment. Another illustration of her confidence in her ability to take care of herself is furnished by the fiict that one day, during dur-ing Cody's first trip to England, she was reading a letter from him, and at once decided that she would like to see her father again. That was ou a Wednesday, Wednes-day, at North Platte, Neb., and ou the following Saturday sho was on a steamer leaving New York for England, and traveled the entire distance of over 5,000 miles alone. Cor. Atlanta Journal. The composite comedy, "The Three Graces," which Clay M. Greene, Sydney Bosenfeld and Gus Thomas are writing for Manager Charles Frohman, will be in three acta. Each author will write one act in the order that they are mentioned men-tioned above. The suit on behalf of Thomas A. Daly against Daniel Shelby for $J0,Q0O damages dam-ages for personal injuries has caused the sudden closing of Edgar Selden's tour in "Will o' the WTisp." Mr. Daly is in an insane asylum, the result, it is claimed, of his injuries. |