The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-08-02
P R | S cILLA
OR A SYMPATHETIC TEMPERAMENT.
BY l. 3. WALFoRD.
COPYRIGHTED. ls96 BY L. B. walford.

! and to scilla's view. far from the haunts
OF men, there rose before her delighted
eyes large wooden erection surrOunde,s
/ ~ several smaller ones. all bright with
| nass, ana obviously the point 10 which
/ streams of people were vending their
way from various quarters
Ihat S the grand-stand," said Mr.
EVersleigh, pointing with his whip: and
Jnat below-that enclosure-in the pad
dock; that's where Blue Moon is now and
BAN with him-if his heart is in his work
IL hes not fooling away his time with
the girl you know of. nodding in the al
rection Of a mansion close by Now
| then, steady, steady TO his team Now
thenr we must go in. in style giving him
sen up 10 the business Of driving: and
Scllld na0 the Wit 10 hold her tongue and
neither inquire nor comment until the
codch mad been brought to a standstiu
IN the field close by the winning post.
And now well go and see Blue Moon"
cfleo ner most, throwing the reins to his
grooms. and scrambling OF the box di-
rectly the ladder was empty. Now SciIla
come along with me. Lady Bellngton,
Mrs. Hamnersleigh, youn excuse me for
| a Few moments; this little girl wants 10
/! see the paddock, and promised her she
| should see everything to-day. Never been
| at sleeplechase beforel Lord TO think
/ OF IT, Sotherst, Jenkinson, you'll look
| after the other ladies for few moments
| won't you? Shan't be gone any time
hurrying across the course. and through
/ the ring of boOkmakDs and their assist
| ants into the paddock, closely followed nv
| Scilla. -
seilla now burst into hailstorm of
| questions. What was this? What was
] thatf whose horse was the bright bav2
| And whose the chestnut with the star on
his borehead? Above all, where was Blue
! Moon?
"Eh? What? What dye say2 Non
] sense. tell you it's nonsense" Mr.
| Eversleigh, with a sudden redness in the
| race, was replying 10 the low respectfu
| tones OF one of his own stablemen. THE
| betting against Blue Moon2 ] tell YOU il
| can't be. You are mistaken-that's what
| you arel I'll go and look for myself Scilla.
! come into the ring-follow me-" And turn
| ing sharply away. he was out of sight in
| she was left behind.
| She was not, however. entirely deserted;
/ within few yards stood Mr. George Sotb-
! erst, in his careful country dress an
| traces of the London barrister ohliterated
| and when Mr.. SOtherst gave way il was
/ TO Captain Lovett, the elderly, blear-eyed
| half-pay captain, of whom Scilla was new
/ er very sure what he would say after din
| ner, but to whom she was ready enough
| to attach herself at the West Merton stee-
/ plechases; and when Captain Lovett in
| his turn found other acquaintance, she
| eagerly picked up Col. Pratt, and accom-
| modated her pace to his limping gait,
| rather than stay quietly on the coach with
| the other ladies. There was no part of the
! ground in which her little beamng face
| was not seen, nor her ceaseless prattle
| heard within the next hour. Captain Ever
! sleigh alone refused to be pressed into her
| service. In his Jockeys dress. with its bril-
| liant colorings. his plain dark face looked
| almost handsome, and she would have
| been well content to have paTaded up and
| down the blue and yellow colors she was
| backing so eagerly; but not even an open
| invitation succeeded in his case.
1t was not that he was entirely engaged
in his horse either: he had plenty of friends
| and appeared to have time for ALL in espe-
/ cial for q quiet-looking young lady who
| on n 10 rail la and
| from a different quarter to that approach
| ed by the Eversleighs.
Didn't I tell you so?" whispered Mr.
| Everseigh, with a nudge and a chuckle
| 'Didn't l say there was an attraction at
| Ogden court? Those are the Ogdens," eye
ing the group in the midst of which stood
| his nephew; land that's either a daugh-
| ter or a niece BAN is talking to. See, he's
| going off with them-hes escorting them
| to the stand. We don't know the Ogdens.
| Rather stuck-up people who don't visit
| much, and were a long way on but BAN
| seems to have scraped up n acquaintance
| ship somehow" still regarding the party
| with obvious satisfaction. "Humph! 1
| should have no objection" he muttered to
| himself as he turned away.
| Nor l neither I'm sure" Scilla tossed
| her head, and added her internal COM
| ment. But she felt a tWnge all the same.
Luncheon was over, and the great
| event of the day was to take place. For
| this all the Eversleigh party had collect
| ed from far and wide, and its youngest
| member on the topmost hight of the coach
| was it's most prominent feature, as she
| chartered and laughed and turned herself
| hither and thither, and scanned the
| course through her opera glasses from
start to finish. OF course her interest in
! Blue Moons success was undated. 1t
| was only a little veXatious that someone
| else must be supposed to share that in
terest.
Il have found out who she is" whis-
| pered Mr.. EversIeigh's voice in her ear.
Doh = Yafa md a "a
| and an uncommonly nice, pretty girl too
| pretty that is for an heiress. Miss
| Blanche ogden, that's her name. She's
| come to see my nephew ride, and If he
| nificantly into her face.
Scilla laughed back, as in duty bound,
| but she bit her lip as she looked across
the course. Why did not Miss Blanche
| Ogden stand up on the bench, and look
/ about her, and show herself interested,
| and excited and agitated, as she, SclIla,
| was doing? 1t was sheer anectatlon TO
| sit erect and graceful on her seat at such
1 a moment. Scilla waved her handkerchief
| Vociferously, and the whole EVersleigh
| coach cheered as Blue Moon walked past
! to his place-yet the jockey turned MS
head the other way.
And now they are off! The deafening
| riot of the bookmakers has ceased for
| moment. succeeded only by a munmur or
low universal comment and inquiry from
| the crowd, rising here and there into
| note of ejaculation, admiration, or regret,
as each point of the race is passed.
II don't understand why Blue Moon al
lows those others to get in 'front.'" OBJ
| served Mr.. Eversleigh, with slight frown,
| as the horses passed after their first
| round. BAN must be holding him IN VI
course, he knows his business, but l should
| have said he's carrying it too far. Good
| heavens! he's falling still further into the
| rear! What on earth-Cothert lend me
| your glasses, they're stronger than mine
| Ha! there's number two down! That's
! lucky; that'll give the rest a chance. Yes,
yes; there's Blue Moon creeping up! No,
| by Jove it's the chestnut-Hallo! which
is that one dropped at the waterbury,? 1t
/ can't be my horse" loudly. mo, no,
quieting down again. No, poor old Blue
| Moon is well in the running, al any rae.
| But I'm afraid-Tm afriad-Dash II all!
There are three ahead of him And now
| there's that great numbering brute of Hus-
| kison's coming up fast" glazing through
his glasses. Good Lord! BAN has be
! gun to fog. It's all up with him-an up
/ with him. And the next moment, with
a fierce oath, the old man swung himself
round and-Scilla never knew what hap
| pened next
! She had been standing on tiptoe, strain
| s1tr, har rrOfq n ar