Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-03-09

gies, 1t is no easy matter 70 hide the sui.
Ieflng she is enduring, and her visit 20
LleWeliyn Park opens drearily enough.
After luncheon a drive is proposed, and
Slr Edward Llewellyn, who has been hoy
erlng devotedly around Yolande since she
set foot In his ancestral halls, begs her
to let him drive Rose and herself The
girl agrees languidly enough. 1t is alb
solutely nothing to her whom she accom-
panies; but she believes that Rose Ber-
tram prefers Sir Edwards society to that
Of any other of the young men at the
Hall, and SO thinks it will at least please
her.
Owing to misunderstanding regarding
the time, Yolande does not come down
stairs until a quarter of an hour later than
the rest of the driving party; and, to her
surprise, she sees the various vehicles dis
appearing rapidly down the avenue-all
except one at least; for as she stands hes
itating, pale and bewildered, Sir Edward
approaches, leading tall, raklsh-looklng
chestnut, attached to vehicle so high
and narrow thai Yolande regards it with
absolute dread.
''Am | to go in that?' she cries, dis
appointedly ''And where is RoseY
"She has gone on" answers Sir Ed
ward, looking rather distressed at 1o-
lande's want of appreciation of his favor
lite steed Highflyer. 1--WE are to meet her
at our rendezvous. Come, Miss Mervyn,
don't look so alarmed! The chestnutt
quite quiet, l assure you:'
Yolande has grievous doubts on the sub
ject, feeling perfectly certain that there
is nothing lamb-like in the nature of this
fiery steed.
'.There is g toll-gate," she remarks,
presently. "And isn't that one OF the
other carriages before us, Sir Edwards?
she adds, eagerly.
Eyes, I think So"
eve shall soon reach it, them" says
Yolande. "Why, Sir Edward, where are
you going?"
Don't you see the gates shut? The
railway passes close by here" answers
her companion. "By Jove, there's the
smoke! We shall see the train in min
ute."
He draws rein as he speaks, and the
unwilling chestnut plunges and Frances
and shows every sign of equine dlspleas-
ure at the sudden termination of his sharp
trot.
'"The train won't brighten him, l hope"
says Yolande, timldly, for she mas not yet
got over her vague distrust Of the spirited
animal
ooh, nor answered Sir Edward, reas-
suringly. "Whoa, Highfyer; steady, old
boy!' he goes on soothingly.
But the animal puts back his quivering
ears and shorts defantly.
Suddenly the sharp shrek Of the whistle
cuts through the air, and the red lamps
flash through the gathering dusk; then
roaring, putting, snorting like some de-
vouring monster, the train dashes by and
plunges into the darkness Of an adjoin-
ing tunnel.
1t seems only a second since Yolande
has seen it, only a second since the red
lights flashed through the cold dim air;
and then she is conscious of a rearing,
plunging horse standing bolt upright and
paving the air with frantic hoofs, of
low muttered exclamation from her COM
panion's lips, q faint shrek from her own,
and she is being whirled along through
the dusky autumn gloom, while trees and
hedges, and bare black fields and stretch
ing roads, and white, straight signal
posts all race and fly before them in one
giddy, furious whirl.
ITO be continued)