Buffalo Bill's Daughter

Final] y I drew trp bef ore the Cody residence, about a half müe east of the ranch, and with a sigh of relief. Yes, Mrs. Cody was at home, the servant said in answer to my qnery, and I waa ushered in the most prettüy furnished little parlor that I had ever seen. Mre. 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 the earher days of frontier life. She was a pleasant, easy, graceful talker, and fully as handsome a woman as her famous husband is a man. She was from Philadelphia, and Cody came from Chester, the county adjoining. During our conversation their little 5-year-old daughter, Irma, came iaand entertained me with a lot of childish prattle about what her father waa doing, after which she gave an illustration ol how she could play the piano. Cody's eldest daughter, Miss Arta, was not at home. She had gone to the state fair at Lincoln. Miss Arta was then 21 years of age, a magnificent queenly looking young woman, who was credited with having as much courage and self confidence as her father. Many pretty stories of her pluck are told by the residents of North Platte. Ainong them is the following: Some years ago, wuen Miss Arta was about 14 years of age, Cody had in his Btable a large, handsome, high spirited horse that was particularly vicious, so much so, in fact, that Cody hirnself did uot care about riding him. One day Arta concluded that she would ride this horse, although the stableman sought to dissuade her. She was determined, however, and sueceeded in getting a bridle on him, ánd then leaped nimbly onto his back. The horse reared and plunged, but the girl kept her seat. Fiually the animal threw her. She was up again in an instant, and once more on his back. This time the animal threw her over his head, and she struck the ground heavily, scratching her face to a, considerable degree. With blood streaming down her face, her eyes filled with tears, and her rage so great that she looked like a young tigress, she sprang to her feet crying, "The brute! I'll ride him now if he kills me," and suiting the action 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 "Oíd Dobbin," and Miss Arta rode off triumphantly, her father and the stableinau looked on in astonishment. Another illustratioii of her confidence in her ability to take care of herself is furrtished by the fact that one day, during Cody's first trip to England, she was reading a letter from Mm, and at once decided that she would like to see her father again. That was on a Wednesday, at North Platte, Neb., and on the following Saturday she was on a steamer leaving New York for England, and traveled the entire distance of over 5,000 miles alone.