The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-01-19
RAWDON'S RAID.
A STORY OF THE SNOW.
Rrota London Sgetetn.

70 the loose-box in the corner; the two men
from the Court followed.
"Fyle have gone out, Major" old SPAWN
grunted to the elder of the pair; "but he
said u were likely you'd be down to see the
mare; and so he left the key with me-"
"All rightl' the Major nodded between two
little blue clouds Of Cavendsh. ayes, I've
brought down Mr.. Jocelyn to look at her. Let
Pyle know Pm here when he comes back
will you" he added, when the old man had
unlocked the creaking door.
Mr.. SPAWN took the hint and his departure
The Major and his friend, Dick Jocelyn,
passed into the well-warmed and Uttered
loose-box.
'There she is, Dickl' the mares owner re-
marked, when the biting breath of that bitter
winters day had been shut out once more;
''there she Isl Worth coming here to look at,
amt she9"
Dick Jocelyn, usually q man of few words,
wagged his handsome head afirmatyely. The
mare was rubbing hers, with low whining
of delight against the Majors shoulder.
"Ah Lucia, mia bello," Rawdon Daring
ham apostrophized his pat, patting her glossy
neck; you'll show them the way to night
won't yOuH''
Lucia dropped her ears, and whinnied again
for answer. The Hussar looked meaningly in
his companions face as he whistled bar of
"Young Lochinvar." Dick Jocelyn seemed
to understand, and responded with an elo-
quent grin.
Then, from sheer habit, the two fell to dis
euasing the mares points for the next five
minutes, offering sacrifice, as it were to the
genius loci. For both were thinking about
very different matter all the time. At last
they made an end OF all that, and were stand
ing, the one leaning against the manger, the
other against the wall, meeting each others
eyes, very much like pair Of Augurs.
"Well - Dick Jocelyu said, breaking the
silence with rather an injured air at its being
left to his taciturn self to break it; you'll
have to do it, you know l''
al think so," DariDgham responded;
''shortest way, and best way too. She couldn't
stand another week of this butor'S persecution.
And don't see how else Pm to put stop to
II, unless / have a row with him, which
would be bore, and might do no good after
ALL"
"Make it all the worse !" Dick affirmed.
"Jef wouldn't fight you you know; and he'd
simply take it out of her, the cad ~
Daringham's dark face grew darker, and
his teeth closed ominously hard on the thick
grey amber between them.
~ know that" he said; II know that,
Dick. That's what has made ME quiet with
the fellow SO long. But that was before
knew she hated him, and-you understand 2"
Jocelyn nodded. The other went on.
snow it's different. I've a right now to
interfere if he annoys her; and l mean to,
once for all. Only, as you say, the man won't
fight; and / shall put it out of his power 10
revenge himself on her. There's only one
way to do it, and that's this"
Dick signifed assent in his favorte fashion.
"Of course" Daringham continued, "Pm
sorry to cause any annoyance to Lady Hope:
to have to upset her plans, and deprive her of
her chosen beau.fLS; but under the circum-
stances, don't see what else we're to do,
your cousin and l. Lady Hope, you know,
does me the honor to hate me very cordially.
Natural enough she should when Mr.. Marsden
is her standard of perfection. / should have,
as far as she is concerned, no chance whatever
Of winning in the usual way. Now happen
to have set my heart on winning this time,
Aarsden or no Marsden; aud simply mean to
adopt my lady's motto Every one for him
self, and act accordiDgly.'
Rawdon pointed his words by few more
bars Of f"Youpg Lochinvar," while he knocked
the tobacco-ash from the brown meerschaum
bowl.
'.Fanoy see the 'puir fulish bridegroom's'
expressive countenance when he discovers
you've bolted ~ the grinning Dick felt con-
strained to say. "It was a simply heavenly
idea Of mine, this ~
lie chuckled fondly over the Heavenly
idea," and the vision he had conjured up, for
a minute or two. Then, relapsing into his
wonted impassibility of demeanor, he in
quired:--
"To-night, eh2'
"That depends" the other answered, ION
Fyle's report. Pve sent him over to the Ash
bridge Station to know if they will try and get
the Paris mail through tonight. The lines
blockaded heavily between Ashbridge and
Dover; but as they we been at work for the
last two days, and there has been no wind to-
day to make fresh drift, there is just the
chance they will manage it. II they do, we're
all right; if they don't, partie remiSe, that's
all =,
"You're a jolly cool hand, Donl" Dick
muttered, admiringly. said anything to
her yet2''
in troubling her before her time, poor child
rnoiselle Fanchon, who quite understands
ehat she's got to do, and will be only too
delighted to do it. The notion OF trip to
Paris won her at once"
"Good girl that" observed Dick; "hates
old JEFF like poison too"
'Most women generally do manage to hate
Mr.. Marsden, somehow" Rawdon responded,
''like most men. Well, Fanohon is all right,
and will see about baggage. She'll join us at
Ashbridge under Fyle's escort, II the business
Ia to be done tonight"
"And the way we arranged holds good ~
"Barring accidents or anything unforeseen
In Fyle's report presently-yes. There's
some one riding into the yard now. Hell
come back, dare say"
The Major pushed opsn the door and looked