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Across my mind flitted the dear
image of a certain hello-girl of West Hartford, and I
wished she could see me now. In that moment, down
came the Invincible, with the rush of a whirlwind -
the courtly world rose to its feet and bent forward -
the fateful coils went circling through the air, and
before you could wink I was towing Sir Launcelot
across the field on his back, and kissing my hand to
the storm of waving kerchiefs and the thunder-crash of
applause that greeted me!
Said I to myself, as I coiled my lariat and hung it on
my saddle-horn, and sat there drunk with glory, "T