Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1897-02-08
She sncok her blond head.

Dearest, is there any one about you
who is trustworthy-who will give you
letter if write one?''
Susan Ramsdale, my maid, is hon.
est and loves me. Send to me through
her -
A moment later Ends white gown
was futtering over the lawns and ter
races homeward
Miss Fitz Roy's majority was being
celebrated in q 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. III the afternoon the ter
races about the house blossomed like
parterre with the light frocks of the
County who came to witness a BIZ
cycling gy1nllhana, 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 ru1nor ran round that
a paper chase, with the beautiful Miss
Fitz Roy as hare, would wind up the
afternoons proceedings. The idea was
IOCClNCu WILL uCI1S5nt, CbllA l1uIu IllSuU
have had 500 hounds instead of so to
chase her had she SO willed. With pref
ty obstinacy, she persisted herself in
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-
negative and entertained a caprice. She
would have a 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 q 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.
cit will be Errington's business to
check then," 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.
Gone 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. J"
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 a
low voice, "Isaac Clay"
''Isaac Clayl Who is he?" cried every
one. And then mighty laugh rose
from the merry crowd, and even Ends
white lips smiled as the awkward figure
~ 30 ~,
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 starti'' cried Enid
as she spral,g into the saddle and sped
round the angle Of the house, with her
companion hare webbing after her.
And in that time hounds We're after
her. amid the cheers of the crowd and
sundry minor nlishaps. At the lodge
gates Lionei 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, y he called to those behind |
him, who we're all game fer q spin along |
the fat Clcyely road. For some five |
miles the paper track was clear, then
suddenly came to an end.
'sIt's trap, Of course - said Lionel, |
who v.es ieo warm and was getting
cross. "Shc' II start it again farther on. .
But farther en- there was no well
come 'spo-e, and eight miles from
home hounds had to confess themselves
bafded.
IF Enid tried the hill at all, it must
have been to shake off that lout, - said
Licncl Gulkily, turning back.
BAT how did the paper come on this
road, them" cried Lady Nay Saville.
She was pretty little girl, but Err
rington was il too bad g, Lumor to an
swer her. Yet as ho .peda1ed up to Gar
denhurst oncc moro he forced some
cheeriness IN his voice IS he cried,
ssEare5 have Ncn!''
s'But where are they?o demanded
Lord Hunstcn.
ssIsn t tho yolze1 smashed up?'' Uttered
one fair dame.
where's Enid hiding?'' cried Lady
Hunston. 'sHer bikes not among the
rest -
s'Has an accident happened?o
"Follow the track down Bluebell
hill
But neither heiress, yol-el 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, q girl and q young gentleman. On
chair lay countryman's slnock 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 managedl' said the