The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-05-28

She laughed consciously
III is lucky thing you have heard of
your uncle's death. George" she said,
her eyes dropping under his loving gaze
all her haughtiness because Mark
Boyd is-is-a brother-and-and
George, don't fly off ut tangent, there's
no need. have settled him. only had
to confess everything"
Everything Then he will be ready to
shoot me, cried George, gayly.
Just what he said dear
But two can try that game" observed
George Ireveryan, carelessly, as he
shouldered his gun. He was handsome,
ruddy-cheeked man, in lnickerbockers
and shooting costume. Tall and broad
shouldered
You are not going" exclaimed Maisie
Il must, darling, but I'll promise to
come to lunch"
And keep out of Mark Boyd's way"
she cried, saucily, as she lifted her check,
rosy with the kiss he left on it. He nodded
and left her.
AS she was returning to the house she
met her eldest brother, Roy.
Have you seen Sir Gregory or the
pater," he asked
"Tehy are all out shooting i expect"
MARK Boyd tells me they have gone
the shrubbery way. He was off, gun in
hand; he thought the pater and Sir Greg
DRY were not going.
II cannot tell" answered Maisie, pur-
suing her way Il should not spoil my
day for the others, Roy. O, if you co.
she added with after thought, ''and meet
Milly, tell her she need not bother about
Mark and that business / mentioned
Bother about Mark and-that-busi-
ness, reiterated Roy, in some amaze
ment. Whatever do you mean. MaiSie2"
But she had gone on and had given no
answer. Two seconds and the subject had
fled from his head. He was wondering
whether the pheasauts were coy. A rapid
walk and he was soon at the entrance to
the home cover. Leaning on the gate was
gentleman. His gun was placed against
the nearest positive brace of birds were
at his feet, while dog crOuched close to.
"HallOa, Horace, my boy" cried Roy,
genially, tired already"
Moo" replied Horace BERTHE, with
a SLOW smile. but I have come away to
spare George Treveryan's feelings
has just told me how jealous the fellow is
of my position with your sister"
Boyd has told YOU that" The remark
burst from Roy GuntOn in evident sur
prise. (Which of them-Milly or
Maisie2"
'Maisie took it to be, but he did not
exactly state. ] believe, now l come to
think of it, jumped to that conclusion,
she being, as you know, my special di-
vinity. l was astonished as you are
quite"
Never heed Boyd's remarks" blurted
out Roy, genuinely He is Charles
friend, but l don't care over much for
him. Any way, if he is nice, he is not
always true, but he is in love with Maisie
if my sight does not deceive me, and ais
fa in in lc1Tn on /
not be too hard on him Only don't you
give up your shooting for him"
Horace BERTHE was persuaded to return
When ones wishes coincide with the re-
quest but little effort is requisite to give
the necessary persuasion. 1t was the
worst days work Horace ever did was
that going back. Roy often afterward
declared that had he but foreseen the
consequences he would have shot off his
hand sooner than have been the means of
persuading him to return. But TO be
clever beforehand is not the luck of many.
With a few more words Roy Gunton,
despite his growing stoutness, vaulted
over the gate, and quickly vanished down
one of the numerous pathways which
branched in various directions. He was
still in pursuit of his father, whom he
wanted on some matter connected with
the estate. Horace BERTHE, collecting his
goods and chattels, followed more lcis-
urely. Nothing ever hurried him. He
went in a contrary direction to Roy, and
was rewarded by a fine cock pheasant
which sprang up temptingly in all its
gOrgeousness before him. Bang, bang,
fired he-bang again. Three shots, and
missed them all. a provoking failure to
a crack shot Better luck next time. He
pursued his way through the underwood
till he got to where the trees grew
thicker Once he thought he heard
voices, but he saw no one. Meanwhile
the firing continued; some one was evil
IDENTIFY doing business. The knowledge
rather vexed him. He would not have
minded so much but for his recent mis-
hap To miss bird was a rare expert
ence to him. 1t should aot happen again.
Suddenly there came loud report,
whizz through the ARA scream. So
startled was Horace that his first i'm
preston was that he himself was shot
that he had gone up in the air. A second,
and he felt that he was safe, that il was
some one else who was hurt. But whoml
He was so stunned that he could hardly
think. A second scream recalled him.
He rushed forward, brushing against
Mark Boyd in his speed-though he did
not notice Mark
''Who is it, What has happened" de-
handed Mark hurriedly, II am afraid
some one is wounded" He was deadly
pale, and SO was Horace.
Good heavens, Bertie!" exclaimed Sir
Henry Gunton, meeting them from
another direction, his gun in his hand,
whats up? Is 1t one of your"
They proceeded together few steps,
Boyd in advance.
A loud exclamation from him followed.
"Why it's Treveryan who is hurt" he
cried. Miss Milly, what is it allN'
A girl clad in furs was kneeling by a
PROSTATE figure. Motionless and still was
1t. She was weeping.
"Treveryan, what is it} Who has fired
at your" cried Mark Boyd, his voice full
of anguish.
There was no answer
Horace BERTHE turned and laid his gun
against a tree. lie felt sick all over, he
said afterward.
IL think hc is-dead. H." sobhed Milly
'POOr GeOrge-pOOr, poor MaisiC.n
she cannot be- dead 20 criod Sir Horny,
sharply as hc stopped and felt the limp
hand There has been uu accident How
came you here. Miilyl Dear met / fear |
he Is az dead as o stone"
n heard the shot. papa" answered
AIlly u was on path near here when