The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1902-12-18
ence in a really good English field"

Van Ian.
"And l could not-even for YOU
said Lord Pinehead, "go against the
accepted and traditional opinion of
my family in the matter. 1t would
be a breach of a rule which has not
been broken since my ancestress, Lady
| Selma, fell from her jennet in view
| of the field assembled to hunt the
stag at Routsham in the reign Of
Henry WILL
'She ought to have been tied in her
| saddle, or labeled This side up, with
care" said Miss Van Ian, 'before the
stupid old thing was allowed out
"That is neither here nor there"
said her lover, with irmness. MY
mother does not hunt
''Too fat" pouted Miss Van Ian.
"My sister does not hunt"
'Too-no! You can't be too thin to
ride"
MY 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-
| Har ,nfn fa G
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
assembled field in her white and gold
automobile. She was dressed in an
exquisite costume of pink with to-
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 were 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.
"Oh Obi" 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
Il guess this is better hunting thar
one could get out of a horse" SAID
Miss Van Zan ''Sit tight, stoker. yor
don't seem used to takin' obstacles
Guess we're over the hundred kilo
meters. Guess we're leayin' the riders
behind. Guess the dogs aren't goin' tt
keep up with US guess were
causin' considerable Of sensation IL
aristocratic circles"
Her hatpins had gone, her hat hat
vanished, the principal whipper-iI
picked it up in moorland stream
:. And laundering in the wake of thu
white and gold automobile came tn
: big-boned chestnut of the master O.
. the hunt. The stag in pursuit OF free
dom, Miss Van Fan in pursuit of thu
stag, Lord Pinehead in pursuit of hi
betrothed-formed subject for an al
: legorical frieze.
Before them glinted the Rush, owe
: its brown pebbles and beneath it
green canopy of forest-bowgbs. Witt
backward glance OF his great terri
!. fed eye at the extraordinary monstel
: that pursued him, the stag dropped
his forelegs over the shallow
bank :.
Hes taking to the water-just lik,
Scott's novelist" screamed Miss Val
| Ian. But no one heard her, for TIL
stoker was picking himself out of
:, clump of ladyfern, and the big-bone,
!, chestnut was a hundred PAGES in tn
: rear. Then-with an extraordnar,
:. combination of crash, splash an,
! bump, the Runhard leapt over tn
bank, plowed deep into the pebbl,
! river-bed, and turned Miss Van Zal
J. lightly as bundle of pink iris on
: into the cleaning stream. She land
J, ed upon something wet, soft and hairy
and Lord Pinehead, springing from tn
. saddle of the big-boned chestnut an,
j rushing to the assistance of his be
- loved, found her sitting in the waite
/. holding the stays head in her lap an,
: mingling her tears of pity for the ami
e NAL with the tributary waters of tn
! Rush.
Hes awful hurt, L guess" sh