The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1876-08-24

city-to Londoa-and there--ha ha :"
the old clown laughed wildly, II en-
gagged with q circus about starting for
the United States as bareback-rider.
and she, the daughter of 3 hundred
earls, ~ = leader If the hurdle race. IL
was the first company that did hurdle
racing AL st.-ple chasing in the coun-
try"
g re,neml.r i, we'll"
- The life seemed natural enough to
nae, and liked it; but it was 50 differ
cnt for her l saw she felt herself
deeply degraded-was disguised with
her surroundings, and pined for the pa
rents = d position she hal lost.
At length she wrote 10 her father
asking his forgiveness for her disobedi-
sncs. Int telling him no WORT of how
she had sunk, rs she phraseG l.. lie
replied that it she would leave me for
ever she might return 10 him. and moth
ing need ever be known of her disgrace
she had always been delicate, but
the exposure and hari work of circus
life threw her into decline. The doc
tor ordered her back TO breathe her ma
tive air. and to have rest. peace of mind
and other luxuries which the poor can
not command"
-" Did she desert you and 60 back TO
her father Z" Dowhng inquired with a
note of indignation.
julie drew. himself up and said
To look at Inc how, it's hard to re-
alizc that such a woman cared for such
a. | am. She refused TO leave me; still
for all my love and devotion, she
dropped; her brilliant eye and hectic
cheek deceived me into thinking that
her physical health was better. but
| could see she grew feeble. One
night, as she came out of the dressing
room looking so graceful in her long
babit, ready for her act with her trained
horse. she said with sudden start:
Hark =
- To WHAT / asked.
The winding of the hornl'
:" i hear nothing. replied.
What not the baying Of the
dogsr'
'No-there's nothing of the kind.
It's only your fancy
"' Il hear them plainly she said as l
helped her on the horse with sinking
heart, for at her first words the old
superstition Of the Bennington family
sprang into my mind.
What il it should be her turn to
witness the phantom packs return from
the chase l thought. as followed her
into the ring.
In the middle of tho act she pnt
her hand to her ear as if listening, and,
motioning silence, said
81 Listen TO the faint, far off notes
of the horn =
Perceiving that she was speaking.
the leader of the orchestra played pian-
nissimo. low accompaniment to what
the audience no doubt thought was q
part of the programme.
Don't you see the huntsman by the
light of the lanterns = They al wear
red coats. And the old genteman with
white hair-thst's my father
For the first time in my life the
jest died on my lips, and l could but
gaze in agony on her.
"'i here. there they are, all entering
the quadrangle-look. look at the mer-
ry red coats and hark to the yelping
houudsH
So vivid was her description that
fora moment forgot myself, and gave
the view halloo with the full strength of
my lungs. She seemed to think it q
part of the vision. She suddenly turned
her horse towards the exit. AS he can
tered oil saw her totter from his back,
and the cold sweat started out from my
forehead. and Itrembled in every limb;
still | made my way to her, and just as
she was out of sight of the audience
she fell. l caught her in my arms.
She WAS dead :"