The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-02-04


er and crept to his heart like tired
child.
AS he soothed her the distant roar of
a gong thrilled through the quiet woods.
''I must go, " sighed the girl Zone
more week of this life, and then-then
I shall be free! All, don't look at that,
Dick! mean what say. shall be
ready to leave this place in week. " &
"But, Enid. my love, where will you
60? What will become Of your"
She shook her blond head. ST don't
quite know. I must think
Dick Lindsay fixed his dark eyes in.
tently on her for moment, as he
thought he would read her very soul
Dearest, is there any one about you
who is Trustworthy will give you
letter if I write one?''
''Susan Ramsdale, my maid, is hon.
est and loves me. Send to me through
her. +"
A moment later Ends white gown
was iuttering over the lawns and ter.
races homeward.
Miss Fitz Roy's majority was being
celebrated in truly seigneurial fash
ion. From early morning the shows and
entertainments in the park had been pat
ronized by crowds of friends and ten
ants The midday dinner, accompanied
by speeches and presentations, was a
huge success. In the afternoon the ter
races about the house blossomed like a
parterre with the light frocks of the
county" who came to witness BIZ
cycling gymkhana, which at the last
moment had been organized by the her
roine of the day.
The racing was excellent, the prizes
charming, and all the company We're BIZ
cycle mad, when rumor ran round that
a paper chase, with the beautiful Miss
Fitz Roy as hare, would wind up the
afternoons proceedings. The idea wa.
received with delight, and Enid might
have had 500 hounds instead of 80 tc
chase her had she sowilled With pref
ty obstinacy, she persisted herself in
choosing the pack, and with infinite
taste shared the honors among he1
friends and tenants alike. But at the
last moment she exercised her sex's pre-
negative and entertained caprice. She
would have a 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.
"What freaks Enid has, to be surel"
said Lady Hunston to her lord as plow-.
boys and gentlemen alike dropped the
folded papers in the hat Enid held.
1T will be Errington's business tc.
check them, = gsesTled his lordship
(which of the lads is that?" he went
on as a redheaded yokel slouched4 past
Enid in the immediate wake of the at
tenuated and mincing Lionel.
Zone of Wilson S new hands, perhaps.
I heard he had several Dear me, how
Enid does oyerdo things, to be sure !.
She's as white as a 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 CHANGING at it, she said i'll a
low voice, Isaac clay.
"Isaac Clay! Who is he?" cried every
one. And then mighty laugh rose
from the merry crowd, and even Ends
white lips smiled as the awkward figure
of. Wilson's new hand" pushed shyly
to the front.
"What hare! He won't get to lodge
gates" laughed every one as the bag of
torn paper was slung across the lads
back
''Seven minutes start!" cried Enid
as she sprang into the saddle and sped
round the angle of the house, with her
companion hare webbing 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, know" he called to those behind
him, who were all game for spin along
the fiat Clevely road For some five
miles the paper track was clear, then
suddenly came to all end.
cts trap of course, !" said Lionel,
who was too warm and was getting
cross. "She'll start it again farther on. !"
But farther on" there was no well
come "spore," and eight miles from
home hounds had to confess themselves
baf1ed.
eff Enid tried the hill at all, it must
have been to shake off that lout, +" said
Lionel sulkily, turning back.
"But how did the paper come on this
road, then?' cried Lady May Saville.
She was a pretty little girl, but Err
rington was in too bad humor to an
swer her. Yet as he pedaled up to Gar
denhurst once more he forced some
cheeriness in his voice as he cried,
Hares have womb
"But where are they?" demanded
Lord Hunston
'Isn't the yokel smashed up?' Uttered
one fair dame.
Where's Enid hiding?'' cried Lady
Hunston. ''Her bikes not among the
rest
"Has an accident happened?"
Follow the track down Bluebell
HILL
But neither heiress, yokel nor bicycles
were found that night, and the second
paper track proved far shorter than the