Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-07-10

had no rights, no title to consideration,
whom he had married to be an upper ser
want. What a life Of suppression, Of care.
full conscientious sick-nursing she had
had. without the reward Of gratitude OF
recognition! From how much she had
saved Nora herself! How strong and
| patient she had been.
"1f l can reward her l WILL" thought
Nora. Il do hope Bea will be a good,
loving child; she is like my father, bu,
no woman would be as selfish and trou-
blesome rs he was! perhaps his bad health
made him worse. I wish I were busierl
my life is too easy; it leaves me too much
| time to think: must not think"
And she applied herself diligently 10 Q
piece of Chopin's bristling with accident
ais and grabbed passages, till Bea, with
radiant face, came to tell her it was
| time to get ready.
The walk through Evesleigh Woods
and across the park was delightful. II
was soft autumnal morning, slightly
leaden in coloring, like one of Wouver-
mans landscapes, as II nature gently
mourned her departed youth. the pines
and larches gave out their aromatic odors,
the ground was thickly strewn with red,
withered leaves from the beech trees. for
which Evesleigh was famous. and when
the trio reached Crowland Gate, which
opened on a wide common, where the
woods ended and an underground Of
brushwood and furze afforded abundant
cover. a tolerable field had assembled, but
not many spectators. The rector's dnugh-
tiers on horseback, the curate's little chill
dren, with their governess, on foct, the
bankers wife from Oldbridge, In her
smart carriage. with a couple Of visitors
from London.
Every one knew every one else, and
greetings were exchanged. Winton, who
rode q powerful chestnut. with the tenn
per that color Is usually supposed to en-
tail. managed to keep the fiery creature
still for moment beside Mrs. L'Estrange.
VERY glad to have caught a glimpse
Of you. am going off tomorrow to Dew.
onshire, an old Indian chum of mine has
asked me to share his hunting quarters
In a splendid country. l hope l shall
find you in town next month. You'll let
me know your movements!
Eyes, certainly. We shall miss you
eery much"
II hope you will, unlikely though II
seems. We must do some plays when We
meet. Goodbye, Miss L'Estrange" He
stretched out his hand to Nora, who had
taken a vantage post on a stile, pressing
his horse with beel and knee to make II
approach, but the animal kicked and re-
sisted, glancing round with wild, wicked
eyes.
Consider yourself shaken hands with,' 70
said Nora, laughing and shrinking. Il
am afraid of your horse"
At that instant the hounds gave tongue.
They've found; they're away" cried
every one. Winton's horse, wildly excit.
ed, tried to bolt, and strove by every de-
vice that could enter into the heart Of a
horse to unseat his rider, rearing straight
up, buck jumping, lashing out with his
heels, in vain. A hand of iron controlled
him, and the firm grip of the knees was
not to be shaken. At last he darted off
in the direction his rider chose like q bolt
from a catapult. During the struggle
Mrs L'Estrange covered her eyes, but
Nora could not remove hers. She turned
deadly white, for Mt one moment 1t seemed
as If the horse would have fallen back,
then she knew how little all her self-con-
troll had done to uproot Mark Winton
from her head. How splendidly he sat.
She had not observed before what a fine
figure he had. Would he come back safe
after a run Of such a vicious animal7
(To be continued.)