Weekly Trinity journal., 1876-09-23

marry one of her lesser nobility, and
when he surprised us in stolen meeting
his wrath was something terrible. Had
we been in Russia the knout would have
been my fate"
julie stopped, and seemed so overcome
that Bowling pushed the bottle toward
him. For the first time that night no
swallowed large drink and resumed his
story.
"Well, here was true love, though l
feared at first it was but a girlish fancy,
which would vanish before her fathers
anger. We fed together to the great city
to London-and there-ha hap the
old clown laughed wildly, 81 engaged
with circus about starting for the Unit
ed States as bareback rider, and she. 'the
daughte. of hundred earls,' as leader
of the hurdle races. 1t was the first COM
pany who did hurdle-racing and steeple-
chasing in this country"
g remember it WE'LL"
"The life seemed natural enough to
me and | like it ), but it was so different
for her. ! saw she felt herself deeply re-
garded, was disgusted with her surround
ings, and pined for the parents and po.
sition she had lost"
AT length she wrote to her father ask
ing his forgiveness for her dso5edience,
but telling him no word of how she had
sunk as she phrased it. He replied that
if she would leave me forever she might
return to him, and nothing need ever be
known Of her disgrace.
She had always been delicate, but the
exposure and hard work Of circus life
threw her into decline. The doctor or
dered her back to breathe her native air
and to have rest, peace of mind and 9TH
er luxuries which the poor cannot com.
mand."
did she desert you and go back tc
her father ?" Bowling inquired, with a
note of Indignation.
julie drew himself up and said "Tc
look at me now it's hard to realize tnat
such woman cared for such as | am. -
She refused to leave me still, for all my
love and devotion, she dropped. He
brilliant eye and hectic cheek deceived
me into thinking that her physical healtl
was better, but could SEQ that she grew
feebler. One night as she came out o
the dressing room, looking so graceful il
her long habit, ready for her act with heI
trained horse, she said, with sudder
start:
IIarll !"
To what ?" | asked.
"The winding OF the horn !"
81 heard nothing" | replied.
What not the baying of the dogs p
mo there's nothing of the kind. 1T
only your fancy"
~ heard them plainly" she said as
helped her on her horse with a sinking
heart, for at her first words the old su
perstitions of the Bennington family
sprang into my mind.
What if it should be her turn to wit
ness the phantom packs return from the
chase /? thought as | followed her int
the ring.
In the middle of the act she put hel
hand to her ear as if listening, and mo
toning silence, said;
"Listen to the faint, far-off notes o
the horn -
Perceiving that she was speaking, the
leader of the orchestra played pianssimo
low accompaniment to what the audi
ence no doubt thought was part Of the
programme.
Don't you see the huntsmen by thu
light of the lanterns They all wear rec
coats. And the old gentleman with whit
hair--that's my father |"
For the first time in my life the jes
died on m lips, and | could but gaze il
agony on her."
"There there they are, all entering
the quadrangle-look, look at the merry
red coats and bark to the yelping 6
houndsW
So vivid was her description that for 9
moment / forgot myself, and gave the
view halo with the full strength Of my
lungs. She seemed to think it part o.
the vision, She suddenly turned hel
horse toward the exit. As be cantered
on | saw her totter from his back, and
the cold sweat started out from my fore
head, and | trembled in every limb still
| made my way to her, ana just as she
was out of sight of the audience she fell
| caught her in my arms.
"She was dead ~