The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-11-03

 they came .lIl1 went, they never seem ed to have penetrated to the core or the young Hubert to infect him with the virus of diseased imagination. The boy seemed asleep and too good na- 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, cfeaniy and finally.
 Dismissing the supposedly absolute 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 immed- ately above the glen there hoated down to her the shouts of the lads on the backs of the brides of the mar quiS' stables. Beverley had hefd the for the moment jockeys 1n stern re pression, but the stimulating air, the vast tonic of nervous horsedesh be heath their knees and the thrill of mad motion could not keep the lads entirely silent In revolt at the things that she dinaly sensed as governors of her whole after life Lady Diana set her mount at the stif11y rallied fence before her As the
 
 kennels, swept through the fence Lady Diana went over it
 In m1dair she saw a 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 DianR's leap would have carried woman and horses squarely into the person of the 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 very bung- ling finale of what had been originally 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 a 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 6sregarded, was allowed to amble away and browsed without restraint.
 ''Oh, I'm so sorry! Pray, tell me that you're not hurt-severelyr she said and raised her eyes to the strangers s face.
 i She saw clean cut features, black eyes with just a shade of amusement, 1 of whim, in them, though there must have been pain in that wrist, and wavy, black hair. The man was in l rough tweeds, and a cloth hat of his suits pattern lay a little way off. ssNot a bit,'' he returned care9essly. s'It was really very stupid of me not to have noticed a pack in full cry for ] it's kennel feeding and so inspiring an object as their mistress He had covered his hurt with his l handkerchief and knotted and twisted l 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 l open sketch book nearer the girl, and her eyes fell upon it's pages.
 'FWhy, there's the kennelsr' she ex claimed. "Oh, mustn't think of your sketches, but your hurt! am pro foundly sorry. If could do any 1 thing
 "A little thing that I can attend to l easily after a bit,'' he said. Then, in courteous anxiety to turn the current of her thoughts, he went on: "It really gives an idea of them, doesn't it1 | See, here are some of the dogs" | In the girls hand now was the book. '1've noticed you about sketching for 1 the past four mornings she confess 1 ed, turning the pages. "And, ah! See here's Didor'
 With laugh the artist answered:
 ''1'm glad it's good enough to recog nize.''
 "I draw little myself, you know, went on the girl, land dogs and horses are rather my strong point"
 ssAnd you don't think they're miner l the stranger said, amusement in hif eye, but his voice perfectly serious. 1 .I don't say that" resumed the sell confident girl; ''but, you see, 1t ism quite right. Look, just here-the turI l of the head"
 Again there was a jovfaI light in tn, strangers smile. Would you put i right for meF''
 Lady Diana caught the bridle of hei horse and strode toward the stables.
 Come along, then,'' she said imper soually, land we'll see what we ca1 I do."
 ]. Tn the level bit of ground before the stables she was greeted kindly and af I fecdonately by hurrying stablemen.
 Take my horse, one of you, will | you? And some one bring out Dido, she ordered in tone that seemed gra cious enough to the English grooms about her, but which would have jar red upon even an American waiter.
 CTo be Continued,)