Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1889-06-20

hind zone OF uull gray clOuuS befyl-
green and topaz yellow met with the soft
ness OF kiss in mid-heayen, and the moon,
wan, as though with much watching, crept
down behind the naked acacia trees to the
left Over the brown lawn there was a
light powdering of snow, and there was a
keen wind abroad, together with much
rustling of withered grass and trees.
They had some hot coffee, which Judith
poured out for them, and the remains of
the green goose, and then they set out at q
huntsman's jog for the meet.
Judith had plenty to do in attending TO
Eyebrows, who was disposed to coquette
with every dead leaf that blew across his
way, and Trumpeter was sufficient of q
handful to keep Boughton's mind complete
ly upon himself
sab, there's the muscl" called the
Colonel, at last, over his shoulder. "Keep
his head, Judy. He'd bolt in minute if
he thought he could"
They could hear the yow-yowing of the
hounds now, fitfully borne toward them and
away by the fiuctuating wind.
'0nce,o said Judith, beginning to speak
all OF sudden, "a friend brought a German
bar0n--ever such a swell he waste see
dad. He stopped at Carylon about week,
and dad, Of course, took him out hunting.
You know dad can never resist calling any
ones attention 10 the hounds when they're
giving tongue. He says he's far better
able to appreciate such harmonies than
Beethoven or Mozart. Well, we had gotten
Just about here, and dad--dear dad shall |
over forget his face?-said There, sir did
you ever hear such music in your life, sire
'Veres vereP said the baron, eagerly, twist
ing all about in his saddle and holding
ON to his horses name. Vat musick!
can't hear no musick vor tose tam tawgs' !"
"Hal hal han Numbered Phil, who
was equally delighted with this anecdota
and the sudden breaking of the Ice betweA
them
"Judith," he began, and leaned over with
his hand on her pommel
lie was just about to make his meditated
apology when they were joined by some
people, and he sat erect again in a tolerable
hurry.
They had 4 long day of it. No less than
three foxes were started, and the pack be-
ing young, anu not so well trained as the
heart of the master could desire, broke
abominably. Then, when they finally
settled down TO work, Reynard took to a
drain, and was given up in despair. The
fourth fox, however, gave them a capital
forty minutes, but got them into the
mountains finally, and they killed it over
fifteen miles from Carylon,
They had ridden about twelve miles, when
Boughton began with some astOnishment to
listen to the tremendous beating of his
mounts heart.
"Just hear this beast,' said he to Judith.
II hope he's not going to die. lnever heard
q brute's heart go like this"
"What is ts' she said, refining up.
All her brown curls were in her eyes
with the wlnd and the weird light from the
weather glim full on her golden horse and
his trappings. She was perfectly beauti-
full, Phil thought or what is so much better,
imperfectly beautiful
She laughed a little when he told her
what alarmed HIM, but looked worried.
"Dad's miles ahead by this time,n she
said. "That isn't Trumpeter's heart. It's
his dia--dia-oh! l never can say it. He's
foundered, you know. Get down, and let's
look at him.
She was off her horse in an instant, and
Phil beside her.
Poor old beastIe," she said, slapping
Trumpeter's crest coaxingly. 81 say, Phil
do you know how to bleed horse? In the
neck vein you know. You don'tl Dear
met Well, then, I'll have to try. Give me
your knife. Don't say you haven't one.
Cad how he's breathing Thanl. good
ness, you have onei Now, come on; help
me-"
With Boughton's assistance she cut the
bars Of Trumpeter's palate, and as we'll as
she could got the best part of her own and
her Cousins whlsky-hask down the poor
brute's throat.