The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1902-11-28

mother does not hunt"
TOO fat" pouted Miss Van Fan.
''My sister does not hunt"
.sToo-no! You can't be too thin to
ride"
'Niy cousins do not hunt-and my
betrothed wife certainly shall not
at least, while we relatively occupy the
position of engaged people"
81 guess you'd better go out and
get your rubbers," said Miss Van Ian,
with moisture shining on her eye
lashes. I'm going to cry"
She did, floods, but her lover would
not yield, even in the matter OF her
riding to the meet. AS great con-
cession, she might drive her new ten
horsepower four-seated white-enam-
elled "Runhard" motor-car as far as
Routsham farm, where the opening
meet of the season would take place.
81 guess one must be thankful for
small mercies,' said Miss Van Fan,
'when one happens to be the fiancee
of British peer who happens to know
his own mind"
The day Of the opening meet opened
drizzly, but cleared up in the course
of the morning and became fine and
warm. Miss Van Fan did not appear
at the breakfast. She bided her time,
and heralded by the warning ''toot'' OF
the horn, flashed into the midst OF the
assembled field in her white and gold
automobile. She was dressed in an
Of ir,ly
paz buttons, her cravat was fastened
with diamond whip. On her dainty
head was securely perched three
cornered hat of the Diana Vernon type:
the flaps fastened with diamond buck
les, and diamond buckles We're upon
her lovely shoes.
A stag was quickly found, and the
general attention of the hunt became
diverted from Miss Van Zant. Hats
were touched and courtiers vanished.
Pinehead, as master, on great big
boned chestnut, led the pace as the
pack streamed across the side OF Bunk
cry Beacon in full view.
ooh! OH" cried Miss Van Ian, let
ting go the steering-wheel to clap her
white-gauntleted hands. And as she
did SO, her "Runhard'' leapt forward
and Numbered down the steep hillside
after the flying field. Then, with an
| awful bound across a turf trench, the
| pneumatic tires gripped the springy
moorland and
| 81 guess this is better hunting than
one could get out of horse" said
Miss Van Fan. "Sit tight, stoker, you
don't seem used to takin' obstacles.
Guess we're over the hundred kilo,
meters. Guess we're leavin' the riders
behind. Guess the dogs aren't goin' to
keep up with us guess were
causin' considerable of a sensation IN
aristocratie circles"
Her hatpins had gone, her hat hae
vanished, the principal whipper-i1
picked it up in a moorland stream
And laundering in the wake OF the
white and gold automobile came the
big-boned chestnut of the master OF
the hunt. The stag in pursuit of free
dom, Miss Van Fan in pursuit of the
stag, Lord Pinehead in pursuit of hi,
betrothed-formed subject for an al
legorical frieze.
Before them glinted the Rush, ovel
it's brown pebbles and beneath it:
green canopy of forest-boughs. Will
backward glance of his great terri
fled eye at the extraordinary monster
that pursued him, the stag dropped
his forelegs over the shallow
Hes taking to the water-just Xix,
Scott's novelist" screamed Miss Val
Fan. But no one heard her, for tn,
! stoker was picking himself out of
clump of ladyfern, and the big-bone,
chestnut was a hundred PAGES in tn
rear. Then-with an extraordlnar,
combination of crash, splash an.
+ bump, the Runhard leapt over tn
bank, plowed deep into the pebbl,
/ river-bed, and turned Miss Van Zal
!, lightly as bundle of pink iris GU
into the cleaning stream. She land
), ed upon something wet, soft and hairy
and Lord Pinehead, springing from tn
. saddle of the big-boned chestnut an
/ rushing to the assistance of his be
J, loved, found her sitting in the waite
/ holding the stag's head in her lap an
; mingling her tears of pity for the an
+ NAL with the tributary waters of TIL
Rush.
Hes awful hurt, L guess" sh
2 sobbed. ''We collisioned, and he &C
: the worst of this hind limb is kin
d of fixed under the machine! Oh!
: he's killed it'll spoil my splendid da
but I'll have the brush, anyway
e I've won it honestly"
e There is a lame stag amongst til
herd which frequents the bosky wood
: of the Corner Valley He is a fat an
e heavy animal, neter molested by houn
$ or scared by hGtn. and in winter b
J. visits the lawns of Pinehead to r,
: new his acquaintance with its mistres
and be literally treated with tb suga
n bread and carro1s-for whicl. he co,
q tracted a penchant during his conva
e esccnce. But her ladyship follows til
v example of her predecessors, and doe
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