The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1873-10-10

discloses a single bank. Quick as thought
Chanticleer rises TO Il; see his head for
an instant. between tho cleaning hind
shoes Of the horse in 'front.' The little
balloons 10 tho right aud left pop up and
down like painted floats at q nibble, and
we are all safely over. Now that the pos.
sibility Of escape has been demonstrated,
I am beginningrto feel more at ease,
and approach the next fence 10 q
more hopeful mood The horses are
setting into their stride, and, as venture
to look round, I distinguish the faces that
surmount the little balloons Vapsittart
overlooks green one, that would have
made him the favorlte with the multitude
had he not worn red cap. Gore glares
from above acerise and gray; Mansergh,
black and silver; M'Dermoit, Lelroy, and
three or four more oil our men, all looking
before them with hard set faces Some OF
the bonhommie that distinguishes the
hardest run with hounds, where, no mat
ter what the pace, there Is always time 10
fling an observation 10 an accompanying
Nimrod; To gasp, "a good run-splendid,"
ETC. Here your companion riders, are not
so much participstors 10 sport, as men
TO be beaten, and the excitement Is purely
selfish. leel that If my blue and white
pilot falls, | can neither pull TO right or
left, but must go straight on him; hope,
in that case, shall not kill him, but that
Is entirely his affair. My pursuing
Nemesis is no doubt actuated by precisely
similar feelings. We have passed the
second fence in safety, and begin to strag.
gle q little, led by q raking gray ridden
| BY man In o scarlet jacket Warhawk
goes on second, then comes black and
silver, next my blue and white leader,
and then comes the ruck, with whom l
am swinging along, holding Chanticleer
with all my might. The next fence is q
wall; the scarlet and the white pop up and
down as before, but the black and silver,
instead Of checking itself 10 It's downward
fight, disappears, and, as Chanticleer flies
past, catch glimpse Of horse strug-
Cling 10 his feet, and black and silver
figure lying within loot Of where we
landed. However, there Is no time 10
look round-the improbability Of his es-
cape from the rush Of horses behind strikes
me for o moment, and I think no more
about him. Another single Is passed in
the same order; small double, hurdle,
the brook; and now we are coming at the
principal attraction Tor the casualty low.
ers. Two or three times l have heard
the simultaneous "0hH from the crowds
at the fences, proclaiming that some IN.
fortunate in the rear haszcome 10 grief.
At the double is q large crowd in hopeful
expectation Of fall; nor ID the expecta.
ton disappointed, Tor the gray makes q
mistake In rising strikes the bank, and
disappears In the of grip, where he lies
with his back broken. Warhawk hes
taken his fences beautifully, and Is now
improving the pace; Chanticleer has bun.
gled little at the double, but feel him
going well within himself, and range for.
ward beside my blue and white leader.
As we come into the straight, EgremontI
makes the pace cracker, and we are
obliged to call on our horses 10 keep our
place. The thunder of the crowd greets
US as we pass the stand, and Warhawks
name is shouted from thousands Of throats.
Chanticleer has again lost his head-the
noise is too much tor him. As pass,
see Adela just raise her handkerchief,-a
little, almost unnoticeable wave, -of
course to Egremont. ! am mad with
jealous fury, and, giving Chanticleer his
mead, raise ut him, on past the stand over
the first bank. There Is no steadying now.
have but one insane idea-to throw
Egremont and kill him, II possible.
Does he not carry her glove In his
breast! After we pass the second fence,
he says, "Jack, you'll kill that horse II you
don't steady him at his iencss!" He is
now riding beside me, with the six or
seven horses that have stood up, half a
dozen lengths in the rear. ! neither look
at him, nor answer him. The brook is
passed, and we are still racing neck and
neck for the double. | steal look at
him; our eyes meet for an instant; | won.
der II he reads the world Of hate that
CLEANS In mine. Foul" he mutters as
lie takes a pull OF Warhawk, whose head
steals back to my side, and then out Of
sight, As come at the fence l see
stretched outside the crowd the poor gray
who had 80 calamity led US q few minutes
before. Chanticleer rises like bird, and
lands lightly as q deer, ! hear q shout,
and, Heaven forgive me I hope that
Warhawk and his rider have shared the
late Of the gray, but on looking round !
see him close on my quarter, and picking
up his lost distance at every stride; but
two horses follow US, four are down at the
fence. Now commences fierce struggle |
for the run home. At the last hurdle
Warhawk is halt length In 'front.' We
have entered the straight, and with whip
and spur urge Chanticleer. We are
gaining al every stride. / see Warhawk's
head again gliding back Of me. have q
clear neck already; ten strides more and
the race Is won; when suddenly the
green sward over which have been fly.
Ing like q swallow jumps up TO meet me;
I feel as Il l were cast In the midst Of a
thousand plunging horses; over and over
and over roll; ami when at length stol 4 |
and cit up stunned and dizzy with my lei.
arm hanging loosely. ! see poor Chanti.
cleer lying at little distance with his
neck broken, and the boy who had run be- |
forc bin and caused our fall being carried |
away dead or insensible. = l.u.E..
Friends rushed to my assistance, and |
lifting me to my feet, half supported, hall |
carried mo to the Meredyths' carriage,
where was placed beside Adela, while |
tho horses were, ordered for an Immediate |
start. IN % .srsa--
Ihad at first avoided looking at Adela.
What cared she; had not her lover wonr
Now looked at her and saw her face
was pale as death, her eyes fixed on me |
with tortured look. Mrs.5 Meredith
was busily engaged in cutting up napkins
for bsndages. I whispered ~ -f . 57a
ats nothing, Miss Meredyth--only a
broken arm. congratulate you on Egg
remonts success"
"Don't talk OF him; l hate him." she
murmured, and she looked straight into
my eyes. .i''iin.t -.
aYou gave him your glove to carry in