Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1897-03-09

into the world to earn my livelihood
until the time Of my probation is past.
But say now, as I have said before,
will marry no man but you-if you Will
have me, Dick -
Her voice, which had rung out so
hrayeIy, quivered and broke, and she
put out two trembling hands to her low
er and crept to his heart like tired
child
As he soothed her the distant roar of
gong thrilled through the quiet woods
az must CO." sighed the girl '.One
more week OF this life, and then-then
l shall be frcel All, don't look at that,
Dick! l mean what say 1 shall be
ready to leave this place in a week" "
''But, Enid, my love, where viii you
go? What will become of youg'
She shook her blond head. at don't
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 1 write one?''
"Susan RansdaIe, my maid, is hon
est and loves me. Send to me through
her.
A moment later Enid's white gown
was huttering 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
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 bi-
cycling gynihana, 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
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
chase her had she so willed. With pret-
ty obstinacy she persisted herself in
choosing the pack, and with infinite
taste shared the honors amopg her
friends and tenants alike. But Mt the
last moment she exercised her sex's pre-
rogative and entertained caprice. She
would have a companion hare, a 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 surer'
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 redheaded yokel slOuched past
Enid in the immediate wake of the at
tenuated and mincing Lionel
Zone of Wilson s new hands, perhaps.
1 heard he had several. Dear me, how
Enid does overdo things, to be surel
She's as white as ghost. She'll look
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
low voice, Isaac Clay
'fIsaac Clayl Who is he?'' cried every
one. And then a mighty laugh rose
from the merry crowd, and even Enid's
white lips smiled as the awkward figure
of "Wilson's new hand" pushed shyly
to the front.
''what a harel He won't get to lodge
gates, - laughed every one as the bag of
torn paper was slung across the lads
back
''Seven minutes startr' 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 We're 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 we're all game for spin along
the fat Clevely road For some five
miles the paper track was clear, then
suddenly came to an end.
'It's trap, of course, - said Lionel,
who was too warm and was getting
cross. 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
baffied.
IF Enid tried the hill at all, it must
have been to shake of that lout, " said
Lionel sullily, turning back
''But how did the paper come ON TINS
road, then?'' 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 ne forced some
cheeriness in his voice as he cried,
flares have wonr'
11But where are they2" demanded
Lord Hunston-
s'Isn t the yolzel smashed up:" Uttered
one fair dame.
where's Enid hidings" cried Lady
Hunston ''Her bikes not among the
rest''
HAS an accident happened2''
''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-an old
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