Evening journal., 1897-02-08

VIII - OuHtWOlttlN WIZ Will SiNc JOu /
a letter if l 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 Roys 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
parteire with the light frocls of the
county, who came to witness a BIZ
cycling gymlShana, which at the last
moment had been organized by the her
roiue Of the day.
The racing was excellent, the prizes
charming and all the company were bi-
cycle mad, when rumor ran round that
q 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 SEQ hounds instead of 90 60
chase her had she so willed. With pret-
ty Obstinaoy, she persisted herself in
choosing the pack, and with infinite
taste shared the horors among her
friends and tenants alike. But at the
last moment she exercised her sex's pre-
rogativc and entertained a caprice She
would have q companion hare, man,
and that her choice might not be invidi-
ous 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 surcn'
said Lady Hunston to her lord as plow-
boys and gentlemen alike dropped the
/ folded papers in the hat Enid held.
"It will be Errington's business to
check them, growled his lordship
(Which OF the lads is that?' he went
ON as a redheaded yolzel slouched past
Enid in the immediate wake of the at
tenuated and mincing Lionel
zone of Wilson new hands, perhaps.
I heard he had several Dear me, how
Enid does overdo things, TO be surel
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 q
low voice, "Isaac Clay.
Isaac Clay Who is he?" cried every
ono. And then a mighty laugh rose
from the merry crowd, and even Ends
white lips smiled as the awkward figur,
Of WILSON'S new hand pushed shyly
to the front.
''What a harel He won't get to lodg'
gates, - laughed every one as the bag o
torn paper was slung across the lad'i
back.
''seven minutes startr' cried Enit
as she sprang into the saddle and spec
round the angle of the house. with he
companion hare wobbling after her.
And in that time hounds were afte
her, amid the cheers of the crowd an'
sundry minor mishaps At the lodg
gates Lionel Errington, in spite Of tn
white paper going both ways, turne
sharp 20 the left
; "lliss Fitz Roy won't try Bluebel
Hill, I know, ho called TO those bohin
, him, who wc-e all game for spin alon
= the Dot Clereiy road. Tor some fiy
miles the paper track wSs clear, tho
J suddenly came to au end.
) cts q trap OF course, said Lionel
/ who was too warm and was gettin
1 cross. she Il start it again farther Oh.
> But farther on" there was no wei
l come "spore " and eight miles fror
S home hounds had to confess themselve
bafiied.
= IF Enid tried the hill ut all, it mus
have been to shake off that lout, " sal
Lionel ulldly, turning back.
{ "But how did the paper come on thi
D road, them" cried Lady May Saville.
> She was q pretty little girl, but Fl
3 rington was in too bad q humor 60 an
r swer her. Yet as he pcdaled up to Ga
4 denhurst once moro he forced som
Y cheeriness in his voice as lie CRIED
+ "Hares have WON'T
s "But whore are they?" demande
d Lord Hunston
+ "Isn't the yolzol smashed up" tittere
: ono fair dame
: Where's Enid hidings cried Lad
s Hunston. ''Her bikes not among Il
rest.
n Has an accident happencd?'
v Follow the track down Bluebe
+ hill.
e But neither heircss, yol1el nor bicycle
IN We're found that night, and the secon
d paper track proved far shorter than Il
II first
q In q quiet Kensington drawing roo
d that evening sat three people-an o.
" lady, q girl and ayoung gentleman. q
" a chair lay q countrymau's smock and
Is carroty wig. The old lady was wipir
g her eyes She had laughed until She ha
cried Presently she left the two ycur
N peoI 10 alone
he How well you managed!' said Il
IL girl, smoothing the ruflcd hair Of h
D. companion
And how brave you have been, da
D. lingl But was il not lucky / thought
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