Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1899-04-21
giles, it is no easy matter to hids the SUI.

giles, 1t is no easy matter TO hide the SUI.
fering she is enduring, and her visit to
Llewellyn Park opens drearily enough.
After luncheon a drive is proposed, and
Sir Edward Llewellyn, who has been how
ering 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. It is alb
solutely nothing to her whom she accom-
pnnies; but she believes that Rose Ber-
tram prefers Sir Edwards society to that
of n other Of the young men ut the
| Hall, and SO thinks it will ut least please
her.
Owing to a misunderstanding regarding
the time, YOlande does not come down.
stairs until q 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 II ut least; for rs she stands hes
itating, pale and b%ewildered, Sir Edward
approaches, leading u tall, rakish-looking
chestnut, attached to a vehicle SO high
and narrow that Yolande regards it with
absolute dread.
Gam I to so in that?"' she cries, dis
a%ppointedly. "And where is Rose?"
"She has gone on" answers Sir Ed
ward, looking rather distressed ut Yo-
lande's want of appreciation of his favor
lite steed Highflyer. 1--WE IRE to meet her
Mt our rendezvous. Come, Miss Mervyn,
don't look so alarmed! The chestnut's
quite quiet, I assure you"
Yolande has grievous doubts on the SUI
ject, feeling perfectly certain that there
is nothing lamb-like in the nature of this
fiery stecd.
"There is a toll-gate," she remarks,
presently. "And isn't that one of the
other carriages before us, Sir Edward!'
she adds, eagerly.
Eyes, 1 think so."
I'VE shall soon reach it, them" says
Yolande. "Why, Sir Edward, whcI,, 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 a min
utc.''
He draws rein as he speaks, and the
unwilling chestnut plungcs and Frances
and shows every sign of equine displeas-
ure at the sudden termination of his sharp
trOt.
''The train won't brighten him, 1 hopc?"
says Yolandc, timidly, for she has not yet
got over her vague distrust of the spirited
animal.
"Oh, no." answered Sir Edward, rcas-
s%uringly. "Whoa, Hightiyer; steady, old
boy!!" he goes on soothingly.
But the animal puts back his quivering
ears and shorts detiantly.
Suddenly the sharp Shrek of the whistle
cuts through the mir, and the red lamps
flash through the gathering dusk; then
roaring, putting, snorting like some de-
vouring monster, the train dashcs by and
plunges into the darkness of an adjoin-
ing tunnel.
1t seems only u 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 IL rearing,
plunging horse standing bolt upright and
paving the air with frantic hoofs, of u
low muttered exclamation from her com-
panion's lips, n 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 c%ontinued.)