The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-09-05

| from them the light fell on a lily, and in
| its calm, sweet purity 1 forgot all else"
'eThe light was what you call love, the
lily is what you think Kitty"
| ! saw Bridson WINGED.
You are brutal" he said.
Am I? l am tired. 1 am always brutal
when l am tired. The state of being tired
is animal state, you know"
| He moved restlessly towards my door.
| He wanted me to call him back. He was
| longing to unburden his mind TO me. !
knew the curious nervous irritabllty of
| the step.
Going, old boy?' said "WelI, good
night"
He could not stay after that, so I was
| left for the silent ten minutes of commun-
| ion with myself and a cigar, which are to
me the golden clasps that bind the days.
The next morning / came down late.
| Nearly everyone had finished breakfast.
Jack roared a greeting to me from the
! foot of the table, and shouted to the foot
man to tell the men to bring round the
| horses. Splashes of red looked bright In
the long oak-panelled floor polished break
| fast room. Most OF the men were in pink
| -one or two in lounge Jackets seemed
| quite apart from the interests of the day.
Bob, what the deuce do you mean by
| being laten growled my host. "A grey sky
| and a soft air. Why, man, the scent will
| lie as keen as razor! You've got Beauty,
| Bob; don't spare her. She's rather queer
tempered and bit fresh, but you like EN-
bit lively, 1 know"
l nodded acquiescence, and Jack rushed
| off to give some final directions. / looked
round the room. In the deeply bayed win
/ dow stood Bridson and Kitty. She was
| very fresh, very pretty, very wholesome,
standing there in the gray of the day. Her
riding habit showed off the grace Of her
| figure and the smile which played on her
| lips lit up her eyes, and made her radiant.
| Bridson looked absurdly happy.
Suddenly l saw Sir George. He was
standing before a bookcase watching
them. He was very white, even his lips
were bloodleeS, and his fingers were grip
ping his scarlet coat in silent fury.
Lovely morning for run, Sir George,
| l said.
He did not hear me, although he was
quite close, and my voice is fairly power
full.
Pardon me, Sir George, where do they
draw? shall probably have to ride to
covert by myself
"At Frenchbere,'' he said After that
| he moved away, and presently the whole
party rode off with clatter and rush of
| laughter
Finishing my breakfast in the lesurely
manner | try to cultivate in all things,
Beauty was brought round. l mounted
| and set out on my solitary ride. Jack was
quite right Beauty was fresh, and had
enough TO do with her with
out thinking about Sir George;
| When reached Frenchbere l
found that they had so far only drawn
blank Jack was shouting orders, and
every now and then plaintive yelp show
| ed that the pack was not far on the scent.
Frenchbere is a curious place. A clump
| of trees with lot OF undergrowtn IS
| perched on the side of hill which runs
| rather brokenly down TO a fairly broad
stream then swollen with previous rains
| to a mountain torrent. il was to this
clump of trees that we were drawing, and
| in a clearing of 1t / came on Bridson and
| Kitty. Bridson had dismounted and was
standing by her side, holding her hand
| and looking into her eyes, She was smil-
ing at him in playful manner, ana every
now and then her laughed rang true on
| the air.
| AS l rode up Sir George happened TO
cross in front of me, and caught sight or
| the picture almost as soon as / did. saw
! him set his teeth hard, his hand savagely
| ierked the curb, and a terrible anger blaz-
ed from his black eyes His mount rear
| ed in remonstrance. and he thrashed him
as 1 have seen few men thrash dumo
| brute.
| | was riding forward to speak to him
when there came sudden burst Of mu-
| sic from the hounds, and Jacks voice In
joyful ecstacy, "Stole away!
| Kitty. who was near an opening, made
| a dash for it, and was out In the open
| field Bridson jumped into his saddle,
gathering up the reins and setting his hat
| at the same time. Sir George caught him
up Just little In front of me-
'sBridson, by - I'll kill YOU" he Kissed.
That frightened me, and determined
to keep the two in view. Down the hill
xuybo q rq VQ
| fore us.
| AT the bottom, as / told you, was a
| stream. On the near bank was a wall
| which had crumbled in one place, suffi-
| GENTLY to make breach practicable for
! one to jump al time. The opposite bank
was crumbly. and altogether the leap was
| one very rarely made. There was gate
| and a bridge little lower down, and most
of those out had chosen that, Jack had
| cleared in his usual impetuous manner, but
| the men in front and myself were the only
enes now heading for the Strait gate, as
| IL was called. Brdson led, and the pace
was much too heavy down that rough hill
He seemed to realize that, for within fifty
yards OF the take-off he eased his horse
| a bit To my horror, however, Sir George
went up to Bridson with a rush. / clapped
spurs into Beauty and lifted her over the
ground.
my God Vernon! What are you do
ing l. tElcu.
Il was all over in a moment Bridson
took the leap and Sir George deliberately
cannoned him. IL was awful l heard
the splash and saw the water spray up as
pulled in Beauty for all she was worth.
only Just got her in-she would have
landed on the top OF them in another
second l rode like the wind down the
bank, yelling at the top Of my voice. When
got to the top of the bridge / jumped
off Beauty. and she went careering wildly
on. / looked up stream. I had beaten
IL IN the race, and hurriedly pulling of
my coat and heavy boots, ! waited.
It seemed an eternity, but IL could not
have been more than a few seconds when
a whirl of color and Bridson's white face
came tearing down. lay right down and
reached out. Luckily, / caught his col
lar, but the drag was too much and over
/ went. He was insensible, which was
good thing, as he lay quite passive. For