Staunton spectator and vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1896-1916, 1897-02-11
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chase her had she sowi1led With pret-
ty obstinacy, she persisted herself in
choosing the pack, and with infinite
taste shared the honors among her
friends and tenants alike. But at the
last moment she exercised her sex's pre-
negative and entertained a caprice. She
would have companion hare, a man,
and that her choice might not be invidi-
GUS she would draw the name Of the
hare that was to be from among the
hounds that were. Pencils and paper
and hat were Instantly in demand.
I "What freaks Enid has, to be surep'
said Lady Hunston to her lord as plow-
boys and gentlemen alike dropped the
folded papers in the hat Enid held.
It will be Errington's business to
check them" grow1ed his lordship.
(Which of the lads is that?'' he went
on as redheaded yokel slouched past
Enid in the immediate wake of the at
tenuated and mincing Lionel
Tone of Wilson g new hands, perhaps.
heard be had several. Dear me, how
Enid does overdo things, to be sure!
She's as white as ghost. She'll look a
fright tonight y
And, indeed, as Miss Fitz Roy plunged
her hand into the hat and drew out a
scrap of paper she turned deathly pale.
Scarcely glancing at it, she said in a
low voice, Isaac Clay.
tIsaac Clayl Who is he?" cried every
one. And then q mighty laugh rose
from the merry crowd, and even Enid IS
white lips smiled as the awkward figure
Of "Wilson's new hand" pushed shyly
| to the front.
"What a hare! He won't get to lodge
| gates, Laughed every one as the bag OF
torn paper was slung across the lads
back.
.sSeven minutes startI'' cried Enid
as she sprang into the saddle and sped
round the angle Of the house, with her
companion hare wobbling after her.
And in that time hounds were after
her, amid the cheers Of the crowd and
sundry minor mishaps. At the lodge
gates Lionel Errington, in spite of the
white paper going both ways, turned
sharp to the left.
miss Fitz Roy won't try Bluebell
hill, I know" he called to those behind
him, who were all game for a spin along
the fiat Clevely road. For some five
miles the paper track was clear, ther
suddenly came to an end
cts trap, of course, !" said Lionel,
who was too warm and was getting
cross. "She' II start it again farther on. =
But farther on there was no vel
come ssspore, I" and eight miles from
home hounds had to confess themselves
baff1ed.
eff Enid tried the hill at all, it mus
have been to shake off that lout, y sale
Lionel sulkily, turning back
'sBut how did the paper come on thii
road, them, cried Lady May Saville.
| She was pretty little girl, but Err
rington was in too bad a humor to an
swer her. Yet as-he peda1ed up to Gar
denhurst once more he forced somt
cheeriness in his voice as he cried
s'Hares have womb
ssBut Where are they?" demanded
Lord Hunston.
isn't the yokel smashed up?' Uttered
one fair dame.
| where's Enid hiding?' cried Lady
Hunston. ssHer bikes not among thu
rest.
"Has an accident happened?''
"Follow the track down Bluebel
hill.
| But neither heiress, yokel nor bicycles
/ were found that night, and the. SECOND
paper track proved far shorter than tn
first.
In a quiet Kensington drawing room
that evening sat three people-an oil
lady, girl and a young gentleman. On
a chair lay countryman's smock and |
carroty wig, The old lady was wipinl
her eyes. She had laughed until she hal
cried. Presently she left the two young
people alone.
Elbow we'll you managed!" said th
girl smoothing the rufded hair OF he
companion.
Y ssAnd how brave you have been, dar
ling! But was it not lucky thought o
papering the Clevely road while ever.
one was busy in the park?''
Enid blushed.
"And wasn't it wicked of me not t.
have read out the real name on the pape
I drew?' She gave Dick the crumpfe'
slip
ssLionel Erringtonl How that woul'
have upset our plans, " laughed Dick
s'sfcr my aunt would never have receives
him as she has me- and hishame is no
on the special license. Exchange.