The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1886-06-11
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ana year.
Vampire hns come to know his rider and.
though his bit is covered with foam and his
eye rolls with its old bad temper, he does not
play many pranks. Hereward looks well on
horseback ; but 1t is doubtful whether the
lady Oh the graceful gray beside him notices
the fact At all events she is not seen to
turn her head i'll his direction. Lady GLADYS
also looks we'll in the saddle, and the cool
bteath of the forest glades has rouged her
beautiful checks. Hereward's grave eyes
watch her unobserved.
She condcscends to utter q remark occa.
osinally, but kuhlcborn gives her excuse fol
preoccupation. He is more than usually
restless to-day, and seems rs if he would
prefer taking most of his steps in the air.
Hcreward does not not like the look of the
horse, and keeps Vampire head on inch or
! two i'll advance.
81 never knew Kuhleborn so restless be-
| fore, Lady Gladys remarks ut last. II think
your horse being i'll advance annoys him.
Mr.. Hereward. lie cannot bear not to be
fist"
de must bear it." Hereward answers
quietly. ''He is wild from want of exer-
cise"
Then I think shall let him have a mad
gallop," Lady Gladys says with q sudden
fash. 81 should rather like it myself +"
She touches the horse with her riding whip
rs she speaks, but Hereward's hand is on the
rein in moment.
"You would be mad to attempt such
thing, Lady Gladys" he exclaims, 1.-The
horse only wants good excuse to run away
with you. Do not attempt to use your whip
again.
sGDn NOT hold INV ro;,,
Promise not to touch him with the whip. /"
''l shall not promise. If choose to run
he risk, what is that to you?"
at is everything to me. 1 do not choose
that you shall run it."
They both turned turned pale. Lady
Ola iys looks straight into his determined
eyes.
"You!' she echoes, with scornful smile.
s'We shall see."
She & i've the horse a severe cut over the
shoulder and, whether Intentionally or not,
Hereward receives half the singing lash on
his bare hand. He sets his teeth but,
though the horse plunges violently he does
not loose his hold on the rein
''What do you mean, sir?' Lady Gladys
cries. with blazing eyes. ''Let my horse 20
This moment! How dare you hold him
back"
Why do you behave SO like child:
Will you promise not to Use the whip?'
She looks at him, and then her eyes drop
to the obstinate hand on her bride. There
is a crimson line across it. She sees the
Burning mark, and tie fire dies olt of her
own eyes.
'.Let me 60" she says, quietly, and Here
ward, knowing that he has conquered, gives
Kuhleborn his head again.
They have not ridden more than two or
three hundred yards when two men appear
suddenly among the trees The gray is
startled, and rears wildly, but Hereward's
hand is on the rein again in moment.
Lady Gladys is fain to be thankful this time,
but she does not acknowledge it. The men
look hard at them as they pass. They are
shabbily dressed, and Hereward does not re-
member having seen them before They
stare hard at him, and whisper together after
he has passed. Lady Gladys wonders who
IN the Kingscourt woods.
The equestrians pass through the village,
and it strikes Hereward that q great many
people come into their doorways to look
after them down the street. The ladies and
gentlemen from Kingscourt always create
sensation in the village, but there seems to
be moro than the usual amount of curiosity
evinced to-day. And, though not by any
means given to conceit, Hereward cannot
help thinking that he himself is the centre
of attraction. Perhaps Mr. Standsh Cart
wright, whom they meet later coming back
from the railway station, could have given
an explanation. But he passes Hereward
with n suspicious and half-averted glance,
and whispers to q shnbbily-dressed man,
who is in his company, and who favors
Hereward with q very impairment stare.