Waterbury Democrat., 1902-12-06
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 My cousins do not hunt-and my betrothed wife certainly shall not at least, while we relatively occupy the position of engaged people,"
 guess you'd better 20 out ard get your rubbers," said Miss Van Zan, 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 a 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.
 T guess one must be thankful for small mercies," said Miss Van Zan, "when one happens to be the fiancee of 2 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 Zan 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 exquisite costume of pink with to- paz buttons, her cravat was fastened with a 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 q great big boned chestnut, led the pace as the pack streamed across the side of Bunk cry Beacon in full view. s.s 4. -.
 "Ohi Oh!" cried Miss Van Zan. let ting go the steering-wheel to clap her white -gauptleted hands. And as she did so, her "Runhard" leapt forward and thundered 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 ..
 "l guess this is better hunting than one could get out of horse," said Miss Van Zan "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 we're causin' considerable Of sensation in aristocratic circles"
 Her hatpins had gone, her hat had vanished, the principal whipper-in picked it up in moorland stream. And thunG ering 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 Zan in pursuit of the stag, Lord Pinehead in pursuit of his betrothed--formed subject for an al- legorical frieze.
 Before them glinted the Rush, over its brown pebbles and beneath it's green canopy of forest-boughs. With backward glance of his great terri fled eye at the extraordinary monster that pursued him, the stag dropped his forelegs\ over the shallow bank. 5a. .."t s. H .'.% ..>
 "He's taking to the water-just like Scott's novels!" screamed Miss Van Zan. But no one heard her, for the stoker was picking himself out of a clump of ladyfern, and the big-boned chestnut was a hundred paces in the rear. Then-with an extraordinary combination of crash, splash and bump, the Runhard leapt over the bank. plowed deep into the pebbly river-bed, and turned Miss Van Zan lightly as bundle of pink iris out into the gleaming stream. She land- ed upon something wet. t.soft and hairy, and Lord Pinehead, springing from the saddle of the big-boned chestnut and rushing to the assistance of his be- loved found her sitting in the water holding the stag's head in her lap and mingling her tears of pity for the ami mai with the tributary waters of the Rush.
 He's awful hurt, guess" she sobbed. we collisioned, and lie got the worst of it--his hind limb is kind Of fixed under tie machinel< Oh! if he's killed it'll spoil my splendid day
  I've won 1t honestly"
 There is a lame stag amongst the herd which frequents the bosky woods of the Corner Valley. He is fat and heavy animal, never molested by hound or scared by horn, and in winter he visits the. lawns of Pinehead to re- new his acquaintance with its mistress and be liberally treated with the sugar, bread and carrots--for which he con- tracted penchant during his conval. essence. But her ladyship follows the example of her predecessors, and does not even rice to the meet.
 Sudden Death.
 Tcurist--I had friend named Robb who died somewhere in this neighbor- hood of bronchitis.
 Cactus Cal-BrOnkytus? That's a new