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

"And I could not-even for you,"
accepted and traditional opinion of
my family in the matter. 1t would
be breach of 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 Fan, "before the
stupid old thing was allowed OUT
"That is neither here nor there"
said her lover, with frmness. my
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.''
"Aiy 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 Fan,
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.
81 guess one must be thankful for
small mercies," said Miss Van Fan,
"when one happens to be the tiancee
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
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! OH" cried Miss Van Fan, let
ting go the steering-wheel to clap her
-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 turf trench, the
pneumatic tires gripped' the springy
moorland and
81 guess this is better hunting than
one could get out of horse" salo
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' tt
keep up with us guess we're
| causin' considerable OF a sensa ton il
aristocratI circles"
Her hatpins had gone, her hat hae
vanished, the principal whipper-il
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 tho
stag, Lord Pinehead in pursuit of hi,
etrothed-formed a subject for an a
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
He's taking to the water-just lik,
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-bonet
chestnut was a hundred PAGES in tn,
rear. Then-with an extraord1nar,
combination of crash, splash an1
bump, the Runhard leapt over tn.
bank, plowed deep into the pebbl,
river-bed, and turned Miss Van Za1
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 ans
rushing to the assistance of his be
loved, found her sitting in the waite
holding the stag's head in her lap an,
mingling her tears of pity for the ami
NAL with the tributary waters of tn
Rush.
Hes awful hurt, L guess" sh
sobbed. "We collisioned, and he go
tho worst of it-hiS hind limb Sc H.,