er-breakfast
cigars--Nevada-like--when the church bells began to ring.

"When did you attend church last, Browning?" asked Sedgwick.

"I have been a good deal remiss in that," was the reply.

"Suppose we go. It will be a novelty, and you will see more friends there
than in any other place."

"A good thought, old boy," said Browning, "and we shall have time only to
dress."

A few minutes later they emerged from the hotel, and proceeded to the old
church that Browning had attended during all his childhood.

Queerly enough, the sermon was on the return of the Prodigal Son. The
good clergyman dilated on his theme. He told what a tough citizen the
Prodigal Son was in his youth, how he was given to boating and
steeple-chasing, and staying out nights and worrying the old father,
until finally he ran away. "Photographing you, Jack," whispered Sedgwick.
When he came to the part where the Prodigal ate the husks, Sedgwick
whispered again: "He means the hash in that restaurant on the Divide,
Jack."

Then the picture of the joy of the father on the return of this son, and
the moral which the parable teaches, were graphically given. At last the
service was over, and as the congregation filed out there was a general
rush for Browning, for the whole congregation recognized him, though the
almost beardless boy that went away had returned in the full flush of
manhood. He was overwhelmed with greetings and congratulations over his
safe return, and as Sedgwick was introduced as Browning's friend the
welcomes to him were most cordial, though there was many a glance at the
fashionably-cut clothing of the young men.

The people were all in Sunday attire, many of the ladies wearing gay
colors. The day was warm and sunny and they lingered on the green,
talking joyously, when suddenly a cry of terror arose, and looking, the
young men saw a two-year old Hereford bull coming at full speed at the
crowd, and with the evident intention of charging direct into it. Every
one was paralyzed; that is, all but one. That one was Sedgwick. Near him
was a woman who had a long red scarf doubled and flung carelessly over
her shoulder. In an instant Sedgwick had thrown off his coat, snatched
the scarf from the woman and dashed out of the crowd directly toward the
coming terror. He shouted and shook the scarf, and the bull, seeing it,
rushed directly for it. As he struck the scarf, like a flash Sedgwick
caught the ring in the bull's nose with his left ha