The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1897-03-02

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 sureP'
said Lady Hunston to her lord as plow-
boys and gentlemen alike dropped the
folded papers in the hat Enid held
1t will be Erringtons business to
check Them" growled his lordship.
(Which of the lads is that?'' he went
on as redheaded yol1el slouched past
Enid in the immediate wake of the at
tenuated and mincing Lionel
Zone of Wilson S new 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
fright tonight.
And, indeed, as Miss Fitz Roy plunged
her hand into the hat and drew out
scrap of paper she turned deathly pale
Scarcely glancing at it, she said in
low voice, Isaac Clay"
Isaac Clayl Who is her" 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 harel He won't get to lodge
gates, y laughed every one as the bag of
torn paper was slung across the lads
back.
Seven minutes startp' 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 miuor 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 an end
''It's 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
bafled.
IF 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, 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 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.
tIsn'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 BluebeQ
hill
But neither heiress, yokel nor bicycles
were found that night, and the second
paper track proved far shorter than the
first.
In quiet Kensington drawing room
that evening sat three people-an old
lady, girl and young gentleman. On
chair lay countryman's smock and
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 managedp' said the
girl, smoothing the rufied hair of her
companion.
''And how brave you have been, dar-
hngl But was it not lucky l thought of
papering the Clevely road while every
one was busy in the park?''
Enid blushed.
"And wasn't it wicked Of me not to
have read out the real name on the paper
drew?" She gave Dick the crumpled
slip
Lionel Erringtoni How that would
have upset our plans," laughed Dick,
''for my aunt would never have received
him as she has me-and his name is not
on the special license Exchange.