The Penn's Grove record., 1896-01-24

% shove that photograph OF Mrs
What's-her-Name and everything con
lected with her into the fire, go to bed
ind to sleep, and don't give her another
thought"
What sort of a nights rest Jimmy hao
do not know. but he completely spoil
I'd mine for me. Not that l put any
,aith In his story. 1t was easy to I'M.
ierstand the hold an INSCRIPTIONS
woman would acquire owe an impress.
Iior able, s~oft-hearted chap like poor
Jimmy, who, In his remorse, had taken
n sober, serious earnest the empty raw.
! ngs Of an angry woman maddened by
jealousy. Given such q delusion, q
; promising Irritation interrupted by an
accident, a bout Of light-headedness
! and there you have the apparition
: What a farce 1t all seemed. And YET
he frame of mind which produced the
lpparition was a very serious thing. Ii
was heart-breaking that so good a fel.
ow, with everything to make him hap
! ,y, should allow his life to be spoiled
| by a mere DOGGY. Besides. a man who
e spooks In every corner had no bus.
ness to be riding races. Altogether, !
spent a thoroughly anxious, c
Portable night.
Things improved In the morning. /
| remember with relief that Jimmy's
nerve for riding SO far had never failed
MIN; that the Bolderton course present.
ed nc very serious obstacles to ans
horse or rider of average capacity; and
that JImmy's jockeyship, as well as his
mounts, were far beyond the average.
Besides, l was much too busy on my
| own account to give way to morbid fan
Ties. Increasing weight prevented my
taking any active part In the days do,
Ings. Still, l had a couple Of horses
running. and what with looking after
them, giving my subaltern, who was
| riding for me, orders-to which the
BOBBY paid no attention-talking to va.
rious old pals who had run down to
see the fun, and feeding the horde Of
natives who descended like a swarm
Of locusts on the lunch and tea tent
for we sent Invitations to every soul
who called upon us-my time was pref
ty well taken up. Jimmy, too, was not
| doing so badly, either. He only came
In second for the Hunt cup, owing to
a loose horse crossing his mare, Molly
Malone, and upsettlng her at the water
80 that she refused, jumped badly. and
lost a lot of ground. Still, he won the
Regimental cup in a canter and started
fayorite for the last race On the card
a challenge cup. l was In the paddock
when, as the saddling bell rang, he
came up with Miss st. John, who had
come over for the day. and who, 1t ap
peared, wanted to walk down to q
Jump. l offered myself as escort. on
we started and reached the open ditch
round the corner, at the bottom of the
slope, just as the horses came thunder.
ing down to it. Good Lord, what a
pacei And that ass Saunders, con.
found him! In front making the run,
ming. after my repeated warnings II
spare old Timothy down hill!
How fast they are going" prattlet
my companion. "oh. Major Glyn. ism
1t very dangerous?"
Well, 1t might be dangerous for Tim
othy's groggy forelegs; or for yilliers
who landed on his horses neck at ever,
fence; or for Anstruther, riding thai
three-cornered mare Of his, who tried
to run out half a dozen times; bu'
Jimmy, lolloping along on that OLE
stager Brutus, who could have gone
round half the ~steeplechase courses IL
the country blindfolded, was as safe al
II he were sitting In his armchair. J
told her so, which seemed to reassurt
her. and having watched them out Of
sight, she began to look about her and
criticise the bystanders.
"oh, Major Glyn," she suddenly cried
"what an extraordinary woman! Such
a get-up! Quite In the style of the yeal
one. Do look at her-there, In front OF
you. Who can she be? Do you known
l was not interested In the identity
Of any weird female; for they were just
reappearing over the brow of the hill
and l was valnly scanning the horizon
with my glass in search Of Timothy
However, I looked. By the OPPOSITE,
wing. rather apart from the little group
II spectators, a woman was standing
/ striking figure in a black and red
gown, with a red sunshade.
Never set eyes on her." l began,
wh.n she shifted her sunshade and
moved forward a pace or two. l caught
sight Of her face. 1t was the original
If the photograph.
Here they comeF' gleefully cried
he little tiancee. "Jim's leading. Oh"
with a sudden change Of tone. what 10
IltY"
What. indeedf I shall never forge,
the CHASTITY change that suddenly came
over Jimmy's face; the helpless way he
reeled In the saddle; his instructive VIC,
lent clutch at the reins. Did he pull
Brutus out of his stride, or did that
strange panic communicate itself to the
Did horse? Who could say? 1t was all
over in a moment; a swerve, a rush, q
grinding. s~ickening thud, as Brutus,
without rising an inch, gallopes
straight into the ditch.
Poor Jimmy fell on his head, while
Miss st. John, with a shrek, tainted
dead away. rushed forward. There
he lay. his neck broken, his dead face
still stamped with a frozen look OF hor.
ror. And that she devil7 Where was
she? had see her two minutes be,
fore; the fence was right out In the
open. yet not a vestlge of the red and
black figure val visible. She had done
her fendish work. claimed her rights
and Misunderstanding and Dramatic
News.
Hercules Killed the Hawk.
Some passengers over one Of the Der.
fin canal bridges the other day noticed
the sudden appearance of two black
points In the sky at a considerable dis