The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1897-03-26

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Dick Lindsay fixed his dark eyes in
tently on her for a moment, as he
thought he would read her very soul.
Dearest, is there any one about you
who is trustworthy-whow will give you
o letter if write one?"
Susan Ramsdale, my maid, is hon
est and loves me Send 10 me through
her.
A moment later Ends 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 a
huge success In the afternoon the ter.
races about the house blossomed like
parterre with the light frocks of the
county" who came to witness BIZ
cycling gynkhana. 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 rumor ran round that
a paper chase. with the beautiful Miss
Fitz Roy as hare, would wind up the
afternoons proceedings The idea was
received with delight and Enid might
have had 500 hounds instead of 90 to
III no, haI ct, ln1
ty obstinacy, she persisted herself in
choosing the pack. and with infinite
taste shared the honors among hen
friends and tenants alike. But at the
last moment she exercised her sex's pre-.
rogative and entertained caprice. She
would have 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 surel"
said Lady funston to her lord as plow-
boys and gentlemen alike dropped the
folded papers in the hat Enid held.
"It will be Errington's business tc
check Them" growled his lordship.
(Which Of the lads is that" he went
on as redheaded yokel slouched past
Enid in the immediate wake of the at
tenuated and mincing Lionel.
zone of Wilson S new hands, perhaps.
T heard he had several. Dear me, how
Enid does overdo things, to be sure!
She's as white as ghost. She'll look o
fright tonight. " so
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 Clay! Who is he?" cried every
one. And then a mighty laugh rose
from the merry c. ovid, 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 fat Clevely road. For some five
miles the paper track was clear, then
suddenly came to an end.
cts trap, of course" said Lionel,
who was too warm and was getting
cross "She II start it again farther on. +"
But farther on" there was no well
come "spore, and eight miles from
home hounds had to confess themselves
baffled
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, them" cried Lady May Saville.
She was a pretty little girl, but Err.