The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1913-12-05

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caster. in the same Indian engagement.
Her father and Brancaster. sire of the
present Brancaster. had planned that
the little Lady Diana and the young
Hubert should unite the fortunes and
lands of the two almost princely
houses. But her father had been kill
ed and his father too.
The young earl. without the repress-
ing authority of parent. had begun
life as boy with too much money
and no sense Of responsibility His
mother had died soon after he was
born. He had not been bad natured
fad. but as little boy he had been pre-
cocious. What. under proper training,
would have been clean. clear. pure
craftsmanship as thorough as that of
Lady Diana herself became in him
mere gaming spirit. He gambled with
nice observance Of etiquette and of
honor. but still he defied chance. AS
result he got into the hands of the
money lenders. and what wasn't en-
tailed was mortgaged.
There We're women. too. in this
young mans life. but of these Lady
Diana knew nothing. But. though
they came and went. they never SEEM
ed to have penetrated to the core of
the young Hubert to infect him with
the virus of diseased imagination. The
boy seemed asleep and too good ma
tured to put his house in order. His
friends predicted that if he ever real
ly aroused himself he would rid him.
self Of them effectively, clearly and
finally.
Diminishing the supposedly dissolute
young earl from her thoughts. Lady
Diana came to the last fence which
separated her from the glen in which
the Falconhurst kennels and stables
stood. From the level plateau immedi-
ately above the glen there floated
down to her the shouts of the lads
on the backs of the prides of the mar
quis' stables Beverley had held the
for the moment jockeys in stern re-
preston. but the stimulating air. the
vast tonic Of nervous horsefesh be-
meath their knees and the thrill of
mad motion could not keep the lads
entirely silent.
In revolt at the things that she dimly
sensed as governors of her whole after
life Lady Diana set her mount at the
stiffly rallied fence before her. AS the
pack. seeming the food waiting in the
kennels. swept through the fence Lady
Diana went over it.
In midair she saw picture, wildly
and anXiously. Under the royal OAK
sat an artist sketching. though far on
one side the pack streamed through.
So intent was he on his outline of the
kennels and mushroomed stables that
he gave no attention to the hounds
and apparently was not conscious of
the approach hurtling through the air
of the lady on her palfrey.
The original impetus Of Lady Diana's
leap would have carried woman and
artist. But the moment the girl had
seen him a paralyzing inhibition had
stayed the force Of horse and girl al
most in the air. and both lost their
carrying power. making a very bung
ling finale of what had been originally
a very fine movement
But. as it was. the easel. made on the
moment by the artist out of twigs and
dead branches. had been shattered by
movement of one of the hunters
sleek legs, and. worse. an iron shod
hoof had made an ugly mark upon the
artists left wrist. which had laid at
rest on the moss while his right hand
sketched
In a trembling hurry Lady Diana
swung from the saddle. Her mount.
disregarded. was allowed to ambe
away and browsed without restraint.
"Oh. I'm so sorry! Pray. tell me that
you're not hurt-severely!" she said
and raised her eyes to the strangers
face
She saw clean cut features. black
eyes with just shade Of amusement.
of whim. in them. though there must
have been pain in that wrist. and
wavy. black hair. The man was in
rough tweeds. and a cloth hat Of his
suits pattern lay little way off,
mot a bit" he returned carelessly.
1T was really very stupid Of me not
to have noticed a pack in full cry for
its kennel feeding and so inspiring an
object as their mistress"
He had covered his hurt with his
handkerchief and knotted and twisted
it before the girl could offer to minis
ter to him. such absorption can only
be excused in very great artist, and
such assure you can scarcely hope
to be-"
His deprecating motion brought his
open sketch book nearer the girl and
her eyes fell upon its pages.
why. there's the kennelsw she ex-
claimed. "Oh, mustn't think Of your
sketches. but your hurt! I am pro-
foundry sorry. If l could do any
thing
"A little thing that I can attend to
easily after bit" he said. Then. in
courteous anxiety to turn the current
Of her thoughts. he went on: st really