Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-03-10

quite know. | must think. ~
Dick Lindsay fixed his dark eyes in
tently on her for moment, as he
thought he would read her very soul.
Dearest, is there any one about you
who is trustworthy-who will give you
letter if I write one?'
Susan Ramsdale, my maid is hon
est and loves me. Send to me through
her, :"
A moment later Enid white gown
was fiuttering over the lawns and ter
snces bomeward.
Miss Fitz Roy's majority was being
celebrated in a truly seigneurial fash
ion, From early morning the shows and
entertainments in the park had been pat
Tonized by crowds of friends and ten
ants. The midday dinner, accompanied
by speeches and presentations, was d
huge success. In the afternoon the ter
races about the house blossomed like q
parterre with. the light frocks of the
county" who came to witness bi,
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 rulnor 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
Ia1 Il, ~ IN
chase her had she so willed. With pref
ty obstinacy, she persisted herself III
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 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 We're. Pencils and paper
and hat were instantly in demand
What freaks Enid has, to be sure''
said Lady Hunston to her lord as plow-
boys and gentlemen alike dropped the
folded papers In the hat Enid held.
st will be Errington's business to
check them,'' growled his lordship
(Which of the lads is that" he Went
on as ii redheaded yokel 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 ghost She'll look a
fright tonight"
And, indeed, as Miss Fitz Roy plunged
her hand into the hat and drew out Il
scrap of paper she turned deathly pale.
Scarcely CHANGING 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 $
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 lad =
back.
Seven minutes startp' cried Enid
as she sprang into the saddle and sped
round the angle Of the house, with her
companion hare wobbling 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, I know" he called to those behind
him, who We're all game for spin along
the flat Clevely road For some five
miles the paper track was clear, then
suddenly came to all 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
baffled.
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 a pretty little girl, but Err
rington was in too bad humor to an
swer her. Yet as he pedaled up to Gar
denhurst once more he forced sons
cheeriness in his voice as he CRIED
"Hares have WON'T
"But where are they?" demanded
Lord Hunston.
"Isn't the yokel smashed up?" Uttered
one fair dame.
Where's Enid hiding?" cried Lady
Hunston. "Her bikes not among the
rest
elias an accident happened?"
Follow the track down Bluebell
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-am old
lady, a girl and a young gentleman. On
a chair lay countryman's smock and a
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 well you managed!' said the
girl, smoothing the ruffled hair Of her
companion.
"And how brave you have been, dar-
ling! But was it not lucky I 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