Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1896-02-11
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pray, what harm was there in TT"
inquired Mr.. Yelverton stoutly. "You
should hear some Of 'em talk
"Only I'm not some Of 'em, said
Lesley coldly, and lifting her proud lit
tie head after her own distinctive fab
ion. lyon were telling me when Major
Kilmurray came
about that bay mare? She's ripping.
If I bring her round to Park lane to-
morrow at 10, will Lady Appuldur-
combe mind your trying herr"
"Of course not" said Lesley, then
remembered that she was, to certain
extent, baggage to be disposed Of as her
temporary owners pleased.
when are they going to begin:" she
exclaimed. at seems lot Of running
about and nothing done. Like Punch
and Judy show with dog Toby and the
baby left outv'
Mr.. Yelverton grinned.
"wait till You see the Johnnies being
rugged up in fancy dress by their
dames," he said. at is silly. That's
why people like it. Makes them feel SO
superior, you know. It's when they're
asked to enjoy things cut above 'em
and feel small they get mad. Here they
come, at last?'
Lesley leaned over as the ponies
dashed past, then clapped her hands.
"That was clever!' she said rs one
Of the riders, going at full speed, picked
off, with a long spearlike weapon, the
rings suspended from q wooden staple
ON his left. land that was stupid" she
added as the other man missed the ring
on the right. LET us get down." And,
without waiting for the ladder, she did
SO, with animbleness and dexterity that
argued at once long acquaintance with
coaches and joints of extreme suppleness.
81 believe you drive a team your
self, said Mr.. Yelverton, when he had
joined her and Lady Appuldurcombe
was also descending at her leisure.
"No, but friend OF ours, Mr..
Heath'-she stopped abruptly-''has,
and dad and often 60 out with him
ON it."
"Same old game" he thought.
"Where there's pretty girl there's sure
to be coach-no, mean
This was the last he saw Of Lesley for
some time. She was pounced upon, ap-
propria,eS. divided and introduced till
she began to think of climbing the coach
again, just to get rid of these men, who
all seemed to her exactly alike and left
no permanent impression ON her mind.
Once she saw Cynthia de Sails at a
little distance, who did not appear to
see her. She was dressed in white, and
her beauty had the same troubling effect
ON Lesley 8 mind that it had on SO many
others.
Il should go mad about her if were
a man." Lesley thought, 'but what q
| pity she has that dash of red in her
hair! Red haire,. women are so terribly
faithful! What were you saying, ex-
ceilency?" to her friend of overnight,
who had quietly made his way to her.
"That it's a pity Kilmurray is not
riding today"
Would his dignity stand being dress.
ed up by his lady in fancy costume,
like those men over there?" inquired
Lesley scornfully.
"Well, we should have the treat Of
seeing him ride, anyway"
"And can he ride?" There was keen
interest in Lesley's tone, for, if she
hated men, she adored horses from the
bottom of her soul
| TIE men surrounding her stared.
| "Don't you know" said one of them,
"that Ronny Kilmurray is the best gen.
| tlcman rider in England?''
Lesley stamped her little foot on the
soft grass and vowed she must have tea
| or die.
But that stamp of the foot meant
| I'm sick of Ronny, and his bravery,
and his riding. and his perfection as q
son. Hasn't he got a weakness any.
where? It almost makes one want to
see faulty old Bobr'