Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1897-03-12

ION From curly 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 aud presentations, was Q
huge success In the afternoon the ter
races about the house blossomed like q
parterre with the light frocks Of the
''county, who came to witness "a 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 were BIZ
cycls mad, when rumor ran round that
d paper chase, with the beautiful Miss
F'itz Roy as hare, would wind up the
afternoons proceedings The idea was
received with delight, and Enid might
have had 800 hounds instead Of 30 TO
chase her had she no willed. With pref
ty obstinacy. she persisted herself In
choosing the pack, and with infinite
taste shared the honors among her
friends aud tenants alike. But ut the
last moment she exercised her sex's pre-
rogative and entertained caprice. She
would have companion hare, u 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 surei"
said Ll,dy Hunston TO her lord as plow-
boys and gentlemen alike dropped tho
folded papers in the hat Enid held.
1T will he Errington's business to
check them. growied his lordship
(which of the lads Is that?' he went
on IN u redheaded yokel slouched past
Enid In the immediate wake of the at
tenuated and minoing Lionel,
Zone Of Wilson new hands, perhaps
heard he had several. Dear me, how
Enid does overdo things, to be surel
She's az white az ghost. She'll look u
fright tonight. /"
Aud, indeed, as Miss Fitz Roy plunged
her hand into the hat and drew out
scrap Of paper she turned deathly pale.
Scarcely CHANGING at 1t, she said In
low voice, Isaac Clay"
Isaac Clayi Who Is HEP" cried every
one. And then mighty laugh rose
from the merry crowd, and even Ends
white lips smiled ~ the awkward figure
Of Wilson's new hand" pushed ahyly
to the front
What harei He won't get to lodge
gates, " laughed every one ~ the bag Of
torn paper was slung across the lads
back.
Seven 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 Erringtoh. 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 an end.
otis trap, Of course" said Lionel,
who was too warm and was getting
CROSS ''She II start IL again farther on. "
But farther on" there was no well
come 'spore," and eight miles from
home hounds had TO confess themselves I,
baffied.
''If Enid tried the hill at oil, 1t must
have been to shake Off that lout, said
Lionel sulkily, turning back.
but how did tho paper come on this
road, them" cried Lady May Saville.
She WAS u pretty little girl, but Err
rington was in too bad a humor to an
swer her. Yet as he pedaled up to Gar.
denhurst once more he forced some
cheeriness In his voice az he cried.
"Hares have wont"
But where are they?" demanded
Lord Hunston.
Isn't the yokel smashed up?" Uttered
one fair dame.
Where's Enid hiding2" 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
first.
In n quiet Kensington drawing room
that evening sat three people--an old
lady, o girl and young gentleman. On
a chair lay countryman's snock and 9
carroty wig. The old lady was wiping
her eyes. She had laughed until she had
cried. Presently she left the two young
people alone.
How we'll you managed" said the
girl, smoothing the ruffled hair Of her
companion.
And how brave you have been, dar-
lingl But was it not lucky thought Of
papering the Cleyely road while every
ono was busy In the park"
Enid blushed.
"And wasn't 1t wicked Of me not TO
have read out the real name ON the paper
drew" She gave Dick the erumpled
slip.
Lionel Erringtonl How that would
have upset onr plans, laughed Dick,
for my aunt would never have received
him ~ she has ne--and his name 10 not
on the special license. "-Exchange
Lord Pslmerston and tho Turks.
In regard to the Turks themselves,
may / venture to observe that the gen.