San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-08-30

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a fence and ditch that brought to
grief half a dozen of their COM
panions. John Chatterton turned
his head, with her name on his
lips and she smiled at him, with
her wind-flushed face and starry
eyes.
Judy looked straight into Teddie
Stockpool's startled fair face.
Hes making for Blue Holloww
she flung.
1t was challenge. /. sea of
rough and furrowed ground, in
the middle of which ran Ducker's
brook, went rolling to Blue Hol-
low. The rest of the field had
spread and scattered, save for
half dozen or so. The black
crashed forward and Teddie
StockpooPs dun followed.
The hoofs of the dun mare
scaled the top of a high cut-and-
laid, the black see-sawed over it
like cat. Judy saw fear in the
other girls eyes and pressed for
ward mercilessly. Over the hedge
onto the hard macadam of the
turnpike, over stone wall on to the
grass again, Patsy. went, and then,
ahead, CLEANED Ducker's brook.
She could feel the silky muscles of
the horse in their dew of sweat
gather beneath her
"Over, boy" whispered Judy.
Patsy SCARED through midair and
the thud of his landing came.
Behind sounded the plunk O.
mud, a crash, and girls cry.
Judy refined in the black. She
dismounted with elaboration. She
saw that the dun mare, withers
deep and riderless, was scrambling
forth from the brook. Teddie
Stockpool lay, limp and unmoving,
on the bank. John Chatterton
had reached her and was kneeling
down to pick her up.
leave her aloner' Judy COM
manded fiercely
She knelt down, herself, by the
girl, The sight of John Chatter
ton with his arms about Teddie
Stockpool had been like the scoTch-
ing touch of blade.
She tended the Unconscious
Teddie Stockpool Internationally
and without pity. Presently the
girl opened her eyes. Judy rose
to her feet.
"You don't want to take her
home, do your" she asked. She
searched Chatterton's face pas
sionately as he looked down.
"We've got to do something of
the kind" he answered, with an
attempt at irony.
Judy laughed. Now that she
was close to him a wild desire TO
keep him near to her possessed
her.
you'd rather go? You're not
curious to know what happened
to me after you left San Mar
tino?" she asked slowly, land
whether / married my crippled
bridegroom"
mot the least"
His slow answer came. Across
the field a couple of stud-grooms
were galloping. judy leaned
\ across Teddie StockpooPs lint
colored head as she sat up dazed-
ly. .....
81 think you are telling lies,
John Chatterton," she whispered.
She bent and lifted the girl to
her feet. With assistance she was
able to mount her trembling mare,
and, between the two grooms, she
was walked off to the road, where
a. motor-car, whose driver had wit
messed the accident, stood.
"Well?" Chatterton demanded.
you are very merciless," she
faltered.
A cold laugh left him. He
voiced her name for the first time.
"You used that phrase in the
summer-room of the palazza at
San MARITIME when you trapped
and imprisoned me, Judy" he
said. "Do you remember?"
81 remember" she said.
They were moving together slow
ly towards Blue Hollow, where a
clash and clamor of hounds told
of the kill. Both their horses had
EolS lOINdTu dIIeT waiting LOT
them. Suddenly Judy lifted her
downbent face.
shall | be able to congratulate
you soon in connection with-with
Teddie Stockpool?" she asked.
The question came from her savage
desire to hurt herself.
Chatterton's brows contracted.
"Miss Stockpool is a friend of
mine" he said Jelly. "What you
call good pal. | believe the pla-
tonic idea is one of your strong
beliefs, is it not, Judy?"
"I'm going to tell you what hap
pened after after you went
away" said Judy. whether you
want to hear or not. 1t will
surprise you, however much you
try to pretend. The real and
genuine Maisie van Open turned
up that night. She had been COM
ing in her husbands schooner all
the time. And she had the lease
of the island from the Italian Gov