The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1907-03-03

flying hounds. while the music of the
swift-moving pack sounded riotously
sweet.
The quarry took 10 another clump Of
forest trees. But here there was 10 be no
rest for him. Soon he was routed
from a fallen tree. under which he had
taken refuge. and was forced again TO
take TO the open from the other side. He
was fast firing But not so the hounds
and horses As they caught sight OF the
bundle OF fur-when the fox again made
into the pasture iand-renewed energy
seemed to have been instilled into the
pack. They were eager now for the kill,
and they did not allow tired muscles to
withhold them from their best efforts
The horses had their blood up and were
as keen as the hounds. Only one rider
had suffered any mishap. TTuscott had
ridden badly over a stone wall. and his
heavy gray had barSed one knee. Al
though an ugly looking place, il was not
as bad as Il looked. Truscott smiled
grimly at the jeering remarks OF his com
panions. and sat down all the harder as
the next few fences came into view.
4 mile more Of fields and bitches, and
the Goose Creek fox turned. He's gone
now" shouted the NJ. F. II. to Miss Fan
Shave, as they topped q post-and-rail to-
gether. Never have seen him go this
way before; he's ratified"
And sure enough, the old Goose Creek
fox was nearing his end. For fun FIVE
years he had stolen the fat ducks and
chickens Of the farmers; for full five years
he had been a terror to the straying
turkeys for al this time he had fooled,
outwitted. and hoodwinked the Warning
ton hounds. But he never realized that
be was getting old. He did not know that
his muscles had been growing less flexible
than of yOre. lie had run the hounds of
their feet so often that he was sure of do
ing 1t now. But he found. u mis-, dismay,
that they We're gaining on him fast. lie
could not turn and make for his earth I'M
derneath the old beech tree, because he
had come too far from the place where
he usually threw the hounds off by jump
ing on the stones in PaUlding brook He
grew dismayed and twisted deliberately
around at right angles to his course in
order TO head for home
But. alas for the Goose Greek fox!
This turn was to be his last, Suspecting
the willy animal Of running TO the right,
Old Vixen Cwho knew his ways had
shecred Off in this direction. As the fox
/ jumped q stone wall and made for a
crossing in the brook Chat crossing that
had always been his salvation) the intelli-
gent hound was before him. II was a
race for the water. Just as Brother
Reyuard reached the edge of the stream
he was seized vigorously by the most
/ knowing of all the oursuers. To struggle
was useless. A minute more, and the
whole pack was upon him. The Goose
Greek fox had run his last race.
And soon the master and huntsman
were bending over the dying animal, cut
/ ting To right and left in order 10 free
him from the hungry jaws and save the
brush Miss Fanshawc was first over the
stone wall and the nrst lady at the death,
| so to her went the coveted prize: The
/ brush Of Virginia red fox killed fairly
! in the open 10y the Warrington pack.
Congratulate you. Dot" said Scarlet.
wiping the mud from his face. THE
mare took you aic1g Ike a true daugh-
! ter Of Searchlight. Want to sell her2"
You run away. little boy" answered
| that lady. carefully. tying the gray tail
TO the hesdstall of her gentle mare. NO
horse chan can carry me five-feet-tw0.
with a strand Of wire on top, is ever
for sale"
Give you FIVE hundred Tor that mare.
said Truscott, as he came safely over the
I last wall and gallOped up to the success
/ fUl winner of the brush.
Say, viii you take six hundred for the
mare?" asked Fanshawe. riding up from
I the other side OF the brook. I'll trade
you Thunder and give you two hundred
| to boot. Dot"
Hello, there, Miss Faushawe,-' remark
ed another member OF the field How
/ about seven hundred and fifty dollars for
/ that mare?"
ooh, go along. all Of you" replied the
happy owner Of the courageous little
| hunter as she started FOR home You
can't any Of YOU have this horse.
/ In spite of this remark, the First Whip
asked. strictly confidential, maTm,' on
the way home, If she wouldn't let the
/ hunt have the horse for one thousand.
And so Miss Dorothy Fanshawe was
sufficiently pleased with the days work.
| As she rode through the village again.
the little mare stepping gayly along, the
fox brush dangling jauntily from her
/ horses bride. she looked up and saw the
newcomer. he was lying languidly back
in a chair, putting on a cigarette. and
dressed in well-cut riding clothes. His
boots were magnificently polished.
Good afternoon, Mr.. Ryder she said.
Sorry you weren't with us
Just give me a chance to buy a
hunter" he replied, rising politely. and
taking off his derby. I'm be with you
next week
''Al the men in town viii be after you.
if you want TO buy a hunter. Take my
advice and get the best" she replied,
holding her fretting horse for a moment
and pointing gleefully at the fox brush.
See my prize; isn't it Tipping?"
She waved her crop at him. and turned
/ the corner of the courthouse to go to her
| own home.
"Devilish nice place. this think I'd like
| it immensely" said Ryder, younger son of
the Earl of Ravenstake, looking down
the village lane, and putting very vigor-
ously on his cigarette.
CHAPTER II.
Spring had come to the Virginia noun