The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1897-04-16


Dearest, is there any one about you
" no is trustworthy-who will give you
a letter if write one?'
Susan Ramsdale, my maid, is hon
est and loves me- Send to me through
her. "
A moment later Enid's white gown
was fluttering 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
huge success. In the afternoon the ter
races about the house blossomed like
partcrre 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
cycle mad when a rumor ran round that
a paper chase with the beautiful Miss
Fitz Roy us hare, would wind up the
afternoons proceedings. The idea was
received with delight, and Enid might
have had 500 hounds instead of 80 to
chase her had she so willed. With pref
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-
rogative and entertained a caprice She
would have a companion hare, 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 surew
said Lady Hunston to her lord as plow-
boys and gentlemen alike dropped the
folded papers in the hat Enid held.
cit will be Erringtons business to
check them," growled his lordship
(which of the lads is that" he went
on as = redheaded yokel slouched past
Enid III the immediate wake of the at
tenuated and mincing Lionel.
lone of Wilson snew hands, perhaps.
/ heard he had several. Dear me, how
Enid does overdo things, to be sure!
She's as white as a ghost. She'll look a
fright tonight"
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"
Isaac Clay! Who is he?" cried every
one. And then mighty laugh rose
from the merry crowd, and even Enid S
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 startr cried ENID
as she sprang into the saddle and sped
round the angle of the house, with hel
companion hare webbing after her.
And in that time hounds were after
her, amid the cheers of the crowd ant
sundry minor mishaps. At the lodge
gates Lionel Errington, in spite of thu
white paper going both ways turned
sharp to the left.
Miss Fitz Roy won't try Bluebel
, hill, know" he called to those behind
! him, who were all game for spin alons
, the fiat Clevely road. For some fiv'
miles the paper track was clear, thel
= suddenly came to an end
cts a trap, of course" said Lionel
who was too warm and was gettinl
cross "She'l start it again farther on.
But farther on" there was no vel
. come "spore," and eight miles iron
y home hounds had to confess themselve
!, baffled.
IF Enid tried the hill at all, it mus
have been to shake off that lout, salt
! Lionel sullily, turning back.
"But how did the paper come on thi
road, them" cried Lady May Saville.
She was a pretty little girl, but En-
. rington was in too bad humor to an
u swer her. Yet as he pedaled up to Gar
= denhurst once more he forced som
; cheeriness in his voice as he cried
"Hares have WOMB
% but where are they?" demande
Lord Hunston.
Il Isn't the yokel smashed up?" tittere
.. one fair dame.
Where's Enid hiding?" cried Lad
y Hunston. 'Her bikes not among tn
! rest.
u HAS an accident happened"
Il Follow the track down Bluebe,
. hill"
u But neither heiress, yokel nor bicycle
y were found that night, and the secon
y paper track proved far shorter than til
. first.
. In quiet Kensington drawing rool
that evening sat three people-an oil
- lady, girl and ayoung gentleman. o
y a chair lay countryman's smock and
y carroty wig, The old lady was wipin
her eyes. She had laughed until she ha
cried. Presently she left the two youn
:, people alone.
70 How we'll you managed" said Il
ID girl, smoothing the ruffled hair Of hi
NJ companion.
2, And how brave you have been, da
II ling! But was it not lucky thought