Wichita eagle., 1888-02-22

she had not room TO rise and take the
second fence, the out. Frightened as she
was, she tried il, and made an awkward
attempt to back over. breasted the barrier,
and landed exactly On the other side, her
rider underneath.
GOOD Godr' exclaimed Bob. He
was near enough to see that the fall was
not mere spill: it was regular
''crusher;n horse aud rider lay quite still.
In an instant he had forgotten what
brought him where he was; he forgot
that his wife the moment before had been
fleeing from him: he had forgot his hatred
for the man she was with. Pride, anger,
the desire for revenge were crowded OUT
by one thought-the fear that she might
be hurt.
1t seemed as though his horse would
never get across the field he was in, the
lane. The animal seemed to stand still.
He dug his spurs into the beasts sides
until his legs seemed unable to hold him
to the saddle: he slashed him with his
crop. he shook the lines. he rose in the
saddle involuntarily, in his mad haste to
get ahead He coaXed he threatened,
and finally settled back in despair. Would
he never get across the fields He felt sure
HIS !" llt Ddu DtCu o1tls hul i)-L
haps. He saw her mangled form, her
forehead had been gashcd. Why had he
spoken harshly to her, He forgot TO
blame her. and remembered the past only
to reproach himself.
He was there at last. Leaping from his
horse, he hurriedly climbed the two fences
of the lane, and fastened over to the pros
trate form on the other side. The white
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by the shock of the fall. Minturn was on
his knees at the side Of the fallen rider.
He rose as Bob approached.
''It's a bad fall" he said; ''here's my
flask. I'll try to get doctor and trap of
some kind at the station and mounting
his horse he put off at full speed
Bob scarcely heard him. He thought
Of nothing but the woman before him. He
knelt at her side. How strange she
looked! Darling" he murmured, lifting
her head, ''are you hurt?"
She was alive, she moved and half
opened her eyes.
Darling" he repeated, "speak to me;
are you hurt?'
This time the eyes opened wide and
looked at him. Instead of the deep blue
eyes of his wife he beheld a pair of piercing
blacks. He started, looked again, and
recognized Miss Annie Minturn, Jacks
younger sister.
At short distance away all ladies look
very much alike on horseback. Jack and
Miss Annie, who quickly recovered from
her fall, which was not very bad after all,
had tried to catch the express in order to
attend an evening reception. The white
mare had been in Jacks possession but a
few days, and Bob had never seen her. She
bore striking resemblance to his wife's
hack, Lady Blanche.
Mr.. Bob Brandow was not the happiest
man in the world during the rest of the
autumn. He could have stood with some
degree of calmness Miss Minturn' S timidity
in his presence, but the way she had at
times of looking steadily at him from a
distance with mixed amusement and pity
seriously worked upon his nervous sys-
tenn. 1t was also rather disconcerting to
have Jack watch him suspiciously when
ever he was anywhere near Miss Annie.
He stood it as long as he could, and finally
declared his determination to finish the
season in Ireland with the Grenely pack
Mrs. Brandow enjoyed hunting during
the rest of the season more than ever be-
fore. She supplied the master of the fox
hounds with a mount whenever she
pleased and was never forced to make her
threatened visit to mamma.-New York
Times.