Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-06-16

il his whole attention is fixed on the work
ing of the hounds, she never takes her eyes
off the tall figure on the big black horse,
always half field at least in front of her. |
1t was splendid gallop, for the scent was |
good and the hounds ran fast. The coun- |
try was broken into hills and hollows, and |
being a stiff one to boot, the field was scat |
tered in wonderful manner. Indeed, few |
rode the line from find to finish, for there
was many 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.
HAS any one seen Miss Erringtonr asks
George Topham, who arrives on the scene
| of action trife late.
He never was SO lucky in getting away
as Jack Lester, and the block in the road
when the hounds found had thrown him
out today. When he comes up Captain
Lester is already on his second horse, and
the best covert in all Blankshire is about
to be drawn.
"Seen herr" says Jack. mo. haven't
set eyes on her since we found. / believe
she followed me for bit, though l must
say / forgot her. But she's somewhere
about expect"
of an hour or 80. The hounds are now in
Dingley Gorse, and their eager note tells OF
a fox on foot. Captain Testers face is posi-
lively lit up with anticipation.
look at Jack Lester" says one boy in
his teens to another, in tones of heartfelt
admiration "He does look keen, doesn't
her"
George Topham comes up once more TO
interrupt him. Lester" he says, 81 am
certain Miss Errington has come to grief.
Even If she had got thrown out, she must
have been up by this time. Every one is
here now, that | can see. Think, mani
where do you remember seeing her lastf"
81 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 yet another five minutes or
SO, but no pretty girl on a light chestnut
, appears. A few of the despised beings who
gallop aimlessly on the hard, high road on
a hunting day come up, and he cross-ques-
toned them; but no one has seen Miss
Errington. Then he turns his back on
Dingley Gorse and the field Of eager horse
men 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
of determination to do this, and not little
!, moral courage. He, too, would like to win
laurels today, and this fresh second horse
, of his is the pick of his stables. 1t is with
a heavy heart he gives it all up and goes
; back alone to see what has happened ia
, Miss Errington.
!, She is fortunate, indeed, in having such
a friend, for the poor girl is sadly in want
! of help She is half sitting, half lyint
! among wet grass and brushwood, undei
!, the struggling hedge that surrounds {
a small spinney.
She had followed Captain Lester to-
:, slavishly. and the nasty place that he ha'
/. got over with a scramble, and with tn
: help of the fifth leg his horses Away
seemed to have in reserve, had been to-
d. much for the chestnut and herself. He
n hunter slipped and came down on his side
= crushing her foot and leg as he did so. !
:, total inability to move is the first sensation
. she feels She tries to stand, and fall
!, back in heap on the further side of tn
: blind ditch but she is not stunned, and
y does not take her long to realize her for
lorn condition.
;, She is alone-qute alone No sound o
~ any kind falls on her ears. The hunt ha
:, long swept by. 1t is a still, damp day, an
= the heavy misty air seems to wrap her a
:. in a pail She feels alone in the world; tn
- only living thing near her is the chestnut
- who, with his fore leg entangled in the br
die, is trying to Craze at the end OF the helc
l. Her foot and leg are very painful, but sh
!, could stand even greater suffering II sh
- only knew where help was to come from
u Who would find her here' Who woul
think of looking for her, at any rate, Il
- night came and she was missedi Som
passer by might come that way, to be sur
% but there was no footpath or road near, an
" even a mschievous boy could not fin
!" much to tempt him to those woods in tt
~ month of December. No, no; she woul
~ be here. alone and suffering, all day, an
* lucky If she was found by nightfall. Pc
=, haps she would be there the long, drear
a. a. night as WE'LL Perhaps they would nev'
find herl
ia She remembers legend of some kee
y, sportsman who was not found for tv
DAYS after he had met with an accideI
when hunting in some wild part Of Il
W country They found him at last in
- ditch from which he had not had q
-. strength to crawl, and they said he mu
W have died by inches. Was that truei al
"a IL so was a similar fate TO be hersf Tea
0N that pail could not bring to her eyes drov
T.. her cheeks and she sobs bitterly as al
81, thinks OF the dismal prospect An hour
~ two hours have passed; her sorrow h
~, wept itself out; she has ceased to list
~ ~. for sounds, ceased to call for help, ceas
to hope.
ar 81 have found you at last" says a WI
Iv known voice.
-, The poor girl gives a violent start al
looks up to find TOPS" standing best
ro her. An angel of light could not ha
been more welcome, and hardly more bea
.rs tiful in her eyes, than her stesdy, bro
-;ss shouldered, if somewhat thickset del
80. erer He kneels beside her on the "
- grass, and all but takes her in his arm
but he resists the temptation and tries
An comfort her in a more practical MANN
. He hoists her higher up the bank, tak
of his red coat and makes her sit on
:, - gives her a little brandy from his flask, a
'al, then departs for help, promising to be ba
lar in no time.
on As he hurries across the field coatle
on and with the stiff action Of a man who ru
in top boots, he is certainly not W
,rs graceful figure, but Miss Errington do
90 not think Of that, for she looks at h
.or through a mist Of tears.
He is away longer than he intended,
,.,, there Is no cottage near, and she has pleI
az of time TO reflect on his goodness before
-, reappears with laborer and WOOD
armchair.
sarbia ia all We can do for YOU Miss