The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1891-06-13

from one corner Of the wood, and Jack
Lester, thrnsting his hat FIRMLY ON 'his
head, jumps a tolerably stiff hedge al
most at a standstill to get out OF the
road, the next TO follow him is Miss
Cissy on her chestnut.
II must be owned that neither by look
nor word does he give her much en-
couragement to do sos He is simply
obvious Of everything butrthe business
on hand; but ii his whole attention is
fixed on the working of the hounds, she
never takes her eyes off the tall figure
on the big black horse, always half q
Geld at least in front Of her. 1t was o
splendid gallop, for the scent was good
and the hounds ran fast. The country
was broken into hills and hollows, and
being stiff one to boot, the field was
scattered in wonderful manner, lu-
decd, few rode the line from find to
finish, for there was many a handy road
and lane. Jack Lester, however was
one OF those who stuck to the hounds
throughout, and was in the same field
with them when they rolled their fox
over in the open. =,
elias any ono seen Miss Errington"
asks George Topham, twho arrives on
the scene OF action tri1e late.
He never was so lucky in getting
away as Jack Lester, and the block in
in the road when the hounds found had
thrown him out to-day. When he comes
up Captain Lester is already on his sec.
ond horse, and the best covert in all
Blankshire is about to be drawn.
"Secn her?" says Jack. "No. have
MT set eyes on her since we found. 1
believe she followed me for q bit, though
must say ! forgot her. But she's
somewher1about, expect"
George Topham waits another quarter
OF an hour or SO. The hounds are now
in Dingley Gorse, and their eager note
tells OF fox enfoot, Captain Testers
face is positively lit up with with antici-
patton.
'Look at Jack Lester" says one boy
in his teens to another. in tones OF
heartfelt admiration. "He does look
keen, doesn't he?"
George Topham comes MP more to in
terrupt him Lester" he says, u am
certain Miss Errington has come to
grief, Even il she had got thrown out,
she must have been up by this time
Every one is here now, that l can see.
Think. man! where do you remember
seeing her last 2"
~ don't remember seeing her at all, !"
answers the other "How you do fuss,
Tops She has most likely gone home
horse lame, or something OF that
kind"
'Tops" waits another five minutes or
so, but no pretty girl on light chestnut
appears. 4 few Of the despised beings
who gallop aimlessly on the hard, high
road on n hunting day come up, and he
cross questioned them; but no one has
seen Miss Errington: Then he turns
his back on Dingley Gorse and the field
of eager horsemen and tries not to
listen to the whimper OF the hounds as
they hustle about in the covert, but
goes back on the line OF the morning
run. 1t takes a certain amount OF de-
termination TO do this, and not a5little
moral courage. He, too, would like to
win laurels to-day, and this fresh sec
ond horse OF his is the pick Of his
stables. 1t is with heavy heart he
gives it all up and goes back alone to
see what has happened to Miss Erring-
ton.
She is fortunate, indeed, in having
such friend, for the poorsgirl is sadly
in want Of help. She is halt sitting,
half lying among wet grass and brush
wood, under the struggling hedge that
surrounds small spinney.
She had followed Captain Lester too
slavishly, and the nasty place that he
had got over with a scramble, and with
| the help of the fifth leg bis. horses 9l-
ways seemed to have in fesefTt, had
been too much for the chestnut and
herself. Her hunter slipped and came
| down on his side, crushing her loot and
leg as he did so. A total inability to
move is the first sensation she feels.
She tries to stand, and falls back in a
heap on tho further side Of the blind
ditch; but she is not STUNNED, al1t;it
does not take her long to realize her for
lorn condition.
She isWlonp-1uitc alone. No sound
Of any kind falls on her ears. The hunt
has long swept by. 1t is still, damp
day, and the heavy, misty mir seems TO
wrap her as in pail. She feels alone
in the world the only living thing near
her is the chestnut, who, with his fore
leg entanglcd in thebridle. is trying to
craze to the end OF the field. Her loot
and leg arc very painful, but she could
stand even greater suffering il she only
knew whore help was to come from.
Who would find her here? Who would
think OF looking for her at any rate,
till night came and she was missed?
Some passer by might come that way,
to be sure, but there was no tootpath or
road near, and even mischievous boy
could not find much to tempt him to
those woods in the month of December.
No, no she would be here; alone and
suffering, all day, and lucky If she was
found BY nightfall. Perhaps she would
be there the long, dreary night as well.
Perhaps they would never find her!
She remembers a legend of some keen
sportsman who was not found for two
DAYS after he had met with an accident
when hunting in some wild part OF tho
country. They found him at lust in a
ditch from which he had not had the
strength to crawl, and they said he must
have died BY inches. Was that true
and if so was similar fate to be hers
Tears that pain could not bring to her
ewes drown her cheeks, and she sobs
bitterly US she thinks OF the dismal
prospect. An hour-two hours have
passed; her sorrow hasiwept itself out;
she has ceased to listen for sounds,
ceased to call for help, ceased to hope.
81 have found you at Iast," says q well
known voice.
The poor girl gives violent start and
looks up to ind ''Tops" standing beside
her. An angel of light could not have
been more welcome, and hardly more