Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1901-11-07

Capt. Brentwood 81 Charge of
the race. And if he hi been good
enough to show me souHIitileatten-
tion here you should N thankfnl,
and not grouchy. He koing to
call on me tonight. =
so ann 1. =
That win mean aplfapt even
ing. Will you 60 downo 9ae club
now and study upon IL Faceg /
haven't the slightest ida>nhat you
viii have to do.
A cake walk, probals|A But
will find out and LET ~ know.
Whom does the cup n. =. -. II L
WHINE or us p
"Me."
And if / lose, as I'm sur to do,
you will find fault with me tr a long
time. 1t isn't q contest wiHexhila-
rating prospects-no exalQy. If
you d marry me asterwardsdr-''
-. Here Here !. comes papa to tai you to
Or marry Capt. Hollings
Tut
"Or anybody else, to sitle my
troubles definitely, / woah do a
gymkana in a bathing suit 1t is
this awful suspense that "a right,
sir, | will come right down.
Jack arose lazily, stoolsd and
touched his lips to Bonnie s lair be-
fore she could uncurl in the biz chair,
and went down the long light of
steps to meet Mr.. Kilbourse, who
was shouting that the tram ear was
ready to start on its long fight to
Hongkong proper. They todk seats
in the front end of the car, the Chi
nese attendants moved briskE about
and then the great spread of land
and water, houses and boats FAR be-
low began to rise slowly 10 meet
them. There is no descending SEN
sation in a ride down Victoria Peak
in HongkOng-it seems to be o steady
rise of the lower parts of the city,
until the little station near St. John 5
Cathedral reaches your feet and you
step out at sea level again.
M..
They rode in 'rickshaws TO the
club, met many friends, played bill
iards Rssd fa..a-i.. .--- .sl.~er~si<a2 4f-i.~---
ant couple of hours, at that time Of
midday when no one works in Hong
kong. Later they went to an officers
luncheon in the mess room at MUIR
ray Barracks, and Jack was polite
to tall, robust officer in the khaki
uniform of the Royal Welsh Fusili-
ers. But concerning this same Off
Ger he found time to say to Mr.. Kill
bourne:
Most of these fellows are Jolly.
but | don I think much of that Capt.
Brentwood, with all his titles.
Seems TO me to be something of a
chump."
mot a bit of it, returned Mr..
Kilbourne, heartily. Fine chap,
Brentwood. Bonnie likes him, too.
Capt. Jack Gould looked dissatis-
fed, and went over to stroke the
silky ears of the big cashmere goat,
which, as gift from Queen Victoria,
is the honored mascot of the Royal
Welsh Fusiiiers.
The race for the Ladies' Nomina-
tiOn Cup was the third on Saturday S
card-amile race, starting and finish
ing before the grand stand, so that
the large audience which attends all
gymkanas at Hongkong might have
a good view of the tortures under
gone by the participants. The track
is at Happy Valley, which was a
burying ground when Hongkong
was a Chinese city, but is now a
miniature place of recreation set in
wonderfully beautiful surroundings.
Tall hills inclose it and a big club
house with wide porches is built on
one side, with sloping green lawns.
The track, except that it is perhaps
better kept, is just like any other
track in the world, and there are
golf links and n cricket field within
the oval.
Jack did not go to Happy Valley
with Bonnie, for he was busy all
the morning picking his Chinese
pony for the race. He saw her first
when. looking up at the grand stand
she smiled AT him across Capt Brant
wood broad shoulder. The young
American officer had verseenany
thing just like the scene about hin
at that time-the brilliantly dressed
throngs ON the lawn, the grand stand
and the clubhouse porches riyalins
each other in bright colors, anC
every second face seeming to show
adifferentn nationality. In 'rickshaw.
and greenland gold sedan chairs
with uniformed coolies, spectator,
kept pouring in, and each grouI
added something to the brightness.
and animation of the whole.