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Show tnclt at her side. How strange the I ko'rcedl "Darling," he murmured, lifting I her head, "are you hurt'' j She was a live, sho moved and half , opened hr eyes. I l)arliui:.: he repeated, "speak to me; ; tire you hurt?" Tins time tho eyes opened wide and lixjked at h:m. Instead of the deep blue eyes of his wife he beheld n pair of piercing blacks. He started, looked usam, and rfcCDifiiiZfed Miji Aunie Muitui'u, Jack's j younger sister. ! At a short distance nwny all ladies look j very much alike uii horseback. Jack and Miss Annie, who quickly recovered from i her fall, which was not very bad after all, ' had tried to catch the express In order to attend an evening reception. The white 1 mare had been in Jack's possession but a ' few days, and lion had never seen her. She ; bore a striking resemblance to his wife's hack, Lady lil.tuclie. Air. liob Brandow was not the happiest man in the world during the rest cf the autumn. He could have stood with some degree of calmness M.ss Mm turn's timidity In his prescucc, but the way she hail nt times of looking steadily at lum from a distance with mixed amusement nnd pity seriously worked upon his nervous system. sys-tem. It was also rather disconcerting to have Jack watch him suspiciously whenever when-ever he was anywhere near Aiiss Annie, lie stood it as long us he could, und finally declared his determination to llnish the season in Ireland with the Greuely pack. Mrs. Brandow enjoyed bunting during the rest of the season more than ever be-1 be-1 fore. She supplied the master of the fox- hounds with a mount wheuever she I pleased, and was never forced to make her I threatened visit to mamma. New York Times. "Pardon mo, let me aslst." said Jack Mlnturu, who had ridden up almost nol-11 nol-11 v on the tart, and cave the aid asked of the groom. "I thouzht I'd stop for you." h said, speakm to TJob, who had reached the road by th:s time, quite as much as to Mr. Brandow. "as I saw you n ere about ready. We've lots of time," consulting hi wutch "We are giad you did," said MY. Brandow. Bran-dow. graciou-ly. "What a ghrioni day we have." Bob said not a word. He was bewildered at the position his wife had taken so quickly and caJmly; his discomfiture discom-fiture w;is increased by the appearance of the caiue of alt the trouble, ile rode In silence a few rods, then siiid abruptly, nd-dressing nd-dressing his wife with pointed emphasis, "I think I'll ride around and pick up Moulton. You don't need me now that Miuturu'B here;" and he wheeled his horse. "Very well," said Mrs. Brandow In the sweetest of tones, and continued the vivacious viva-cious conversation she had already started with the master of the foxhounds, without with-out noticiug her husband's lliug. Bob did not pick Moulton up. In fact, he knew very well, when he eaid he intended in-tended to, mat Moulton did not hunt that day. He rode alone to "The Corner," where the hounds were to be cast, and arrived ar-rived just as the pack gave cry and went off. During the first half of tho ran the pace was moderate, and he saw his wife a number of times. She was riding well to the front each time be caught bight of her, and the master of the foxhounds was at her side. Boh was not watching Mrs. Brandow. The truth is he had come to the conclusion that he had mode a mistake mis-take and gone too far. Her determined avowal to stop hunting frightened him. He began to plan bow he could best make peace. Ho did not admit that he bad been wrong in remonstrating, but felt that his remonstrance had been too strong. He was in no mood for hard riding, and toward the end of the run fell far In the rear, riding along In an absent sort of way, taking to the roads frequently and 1 following tho distant cry of tho pack half consciously. Ho finally, quite unexpectedly, unexpect-edly, found himself at the linlsh, or rather at the spot where the finish had been, for the whips and pack had vanished, and most of the riders had started back to the kennels. A few stiagglere remained, breathing their weary horses and Btretch-iug Btretch-iug their own limbs cramped by the long run. An Bob appeared, a groom leading a weary and a fresh horse approached him. It was Klerney, leading Mrs. Brandow's tired hunter and the hack which was to carry Bob home. "Mrs. Brandow has gone on, sir," Bald Klerney, as his master mechanically Guug the bridle of his tired hunter to the man and mounted the fresh horse. ,;She said you'd overtake her If you'd follow the north pike; she's but a bit a'ead, and on the white mare, sir." "All right, let them come along easy," answered Bob, glancing at the tired horses, nnd turning his hack's head he made the road, and started oil at a still canter. AX ELOl'EMQ1!. Miss Nannie Du Bols had a great many mitors. It was generally conceded, however, how-ever, that only two hod any chance of winning her. Mr. Jack Minium nnd Mr. i Bob Brandow were the only ones who j rode to hounds, and as Miss Nannie was au enthusiastic follower of the Willow Brook puck, her friends concluded, and quite correctly as It proved, that when she made Iter choice she would become either Mrs. Min turn or Mrs. Brando w. Those who look the trouble to form an opinion : as to which of the two gentlemen It would : be, wild Jack would undoubtedly be the favorite one. He was the handsomer, rode, If anything, a trifle belter than his , rival, and during the fall of 18t;J was temporarily master of tho foxhounds, hunting the pack with great skiU. Moreover, More-over, he was more of a ladies' man, and quite as well llxed as Bob financially. Hut. nt the close of the autumn season of Miss Nannie's engagement to Bob Was announced. The following fall the gentleman built a number of extensions and additions to bis littlo hunting box, reconstructed his stahles, bought some new huuters, and for two years he and Miss Nannie, now Mrs. Brandow, hunted even more enthusiastically than before their marriage. Jnck Miuturn went to nonth France for tho unnaon of 1MH4 nnd 1HH. Tie told his friends that he had long wished to try some hunting there, and now he had an excellent opportunity. His friends smiled. Some even ventured to openly poke fun at him. When the Willow Brook club met at Delmnnico's, In the midwinter of 18W5-0, to elect officers for the ensuing year, it was found that Mr. Bob Brandow and another gentleman had set their hearts upon being master of the foxhounds, fox-hounds, and furthermore It was discovered discov-ered that each felt his claim to be of such a nature that in case of his opponent's election, he (tho defeated candidate) had but one courso to pursue to resign. The position was decidedly awkward, especially especi-ally as the club was evenly divided about the rival candidates. A serious break was imminent. Now Jt so happened that Jack MIntnrn arrived home In New York from his temporary tem-porary sojourn abroad on the very day of the Willow Brook elections and, dropping Into Uclmonico's after several ineffectual ballots had been taken, was ponncedopon by tho contending factions as a compromise compro-mise candidate. He admitted that his hunters were on the way across the ocean, and that he Intended to hunt during dur-ing the coming year, protested that he could not thiuk of such an honor as the title of master of the foxhounds, and was unanimously elected In the midst of bis p rotes unions, lie, of courso, accepted. Aud so it came to pass that when the frowst got out of the ground Jack Min-turn Min-turn was not only an active member of the Willow Brook, but was handling the neck. Bob felt not a particle of resentment, and was glad to see him hunting again. Mrs. Brandow was delighted to see her old friend back. She cbided him prettily for having deserted the Willow Brook for so long, utterly ignoring the commonly conceded cause of his desertion, told him with innocence amusingly earnest how the pack "had been too fast nnd too slow" In his absence, and rrom the beginning treated him quite as cordially as if she had not been the cause of his two years exile. Jack Minturn becamo very attentive to Mrs. Brandow. It was quite natural. He was master of tho hounds; she was probably proba-bly the best lady rider in the club; facta which in themselves led to certain courtesies courte-sies on his part. As time weut on he became be-came quite devoted, and she, to say the least, did not discourage him. As the season advanced, Bob became, not jealous nobody Is jealous nowadays but a littlo uncomfortable. Of course, ho cared nothing about it himself. He would not have given it a second thought had it not been for outsiders; he feared they were eujoylng mental chuckles at his expense. This was tho way Bob argued in the spring. By fall he was roady to admit that he did care. His views on the subject had become more positive, until he had reached a Btate of mind best described as volcanic. Mrs. Brandow may or may not have been aware of his mental perturbation. She was young, very young, having been married mar-ried before she was quite out of her teens. One afternoon late in October Mr. and Mrs. Bob Brandow stood on the veranda of their hunting box, waiting for the horses to be brought around. Mrs. Brandow's Bran-dow's dainty form never looked daintier thnn wheu Incased la brown habit, her cheeks were already colored by the sharp autumn air, her deep blue eyes Bparkled hi anticipation of tbe afternoon's sport. Altogether she made a very pretty picture, pict-ure, but Bob was evidently In no mood to enjoy it. He passed up and down with measured stride and closely kait brow, thumping his boot top with his crop at every step, In total disregard of the polish pol-ish so laboriously bestowed upon the un- offending top by the stable boy. "Kierncy tells me," he said finally, wheeling to a standstill before bis wife, "that you have ordered Lord Rothwell's shoes changed to-morrow without fall, and be said something about Minturn ' riding him on Thursday." Mrs. Brandow straightened up. She had been sitting on the veranda ralL and with a determined tightening of her pretty lips, which was little in keeping with her mild, almost careless tone, said, looking straight at her husband: "Well?" he repeated, "I don't see why you should supply Minturn with horses; if ho can't run the pack with the horses he has let him take one of the whip's mounts or get horses enough to have a spare one when he needs it. I don't see why we should forever be placing our stable at his disposal. I'm tired of it," and the speaker began to punish his boot top again. "Did you wish to use Lord Rothwell 1 on Thursday?" asked his wife calmly. "Of course not," was the reply, In tones of disgust. "I don't care anything about the horse. It's thij everlasting taking trouble for Minturn that I object to. It's Minturn tiiis, Minturn that until I'm tired of it. You know very well how attentive Ue was to you before we were married (Mrs. Brandow's cheeks became a shade rosier, and her eyes lost for a moment their steadiness), and I think its decidedly bad for him to be always al-ways at your side, and decidedly bad form for you to encourage him. You had your choice and could have chosen him If you had wished, but you didn't, and now (savagely), however much you may regret your choice, you ought at least to act j with propriety, nnd discourage the ; marked attention he has the bnd taste to pay you. Y'ou must not let him have Lord ; Rothwell for Thursday," and the speaker : paused, much out of breath. He felt re-1 re-1 lieved by the outburst, and wntched his ; Wifo rlnunlv tO enp wmt ihp frnrf irntlld oe iTponTier. 7iP Trwrrrn very angry, angrier an-grier than he had ever seen ber before, but not at all disconcerted. "I most certainly cer-tainly shall let Mr. Minturn have Lord Hot h well," she said, with astonishing control of her voice, "for I have promised, j As to the rest of your remarks, it Is be-' be-' neath me to answer them. I will say, j however, that if I had 'chosen differently' i I might now have a hnsband willing to I display more reason than you choose. ; After Thursday, sir, I shall not hunt. I shall visit mamma or do something. I shall most certainly place myself beyond : another disagreeable attack like this, i Here are the horses," and before Bob could reply Mrs. Brandow swept with miniature majesty down the path to the roadway, and was about to allow her groom to help her to the saddle, when a I (oic at ber elbow checked br, He was glad his wife had left the message mes-sage for him. He thought it signified a mood at least partially favorable to the apologies he by this time had (ally resolved re-solved to make. When he reached the north pike he saw no riders ahead of him, but concluding that he was too far behind to catch up, had slowed down to a walk, when his eye was caught by two horses going across country far off to the left, directly away from the kennels. One of tho horses was white and ridden by a lady; tho other was dark; ho recognized it nt once as belonging be-longing to Minturn. Besi les, the master of the foxhounds' scarlet, glistening in the sun, left not a doubt; no other rider had worn scarlet that day. What were they doing going across country away from home at such a lively clip? Were they "larkiug?" Mrs. Brandow Bran-dow never "larked" tbe white marc, and they were riding at a good clip. What did it all meauf He turned his horso into a lane nnd headed after the two riders. He would overtake them and give Minturn Min-turn a pipce of his mind. If his wife was young and did not realize how such a thing looked, Minturn was a mnn of the world and of experience, and should have sense enough not to do such things. It was outragoous to go riding off together in that manner. But what to do? They were quickening the puce and his hack , was not much of a fencer. There wos no j i road that he could take to cut them off. . I Should he start after tbem in earnest? : Yes, he would. He had enough of this sort of thing. But how far would It be? Tban an idea struck him. Minturn might be trying to catch the express for New Y'ork at Oneolo. But if he was going to the city, why was Mrs. Brandow with him? And then a cold shiver came over Bob. Could she be going with MinturnP No, of course not, absurd thought. But no, no; he was crazy. Aud yet he quickened his horse's face, still arguiog that the idea was an asane one. But how could they go to town thus, he in the pink nnd she in her habit? They might wire for a coach and bo driven to the city. He had done the same thing on several occasions himself, and the more he thought of it the more fear that his wife was actually running away from him gained on him. Tho station was In sight; tbe fugitives still a field away. There remained two fields with a lane between, nnd they would be ou tbe road. Bob knew the country well, aud knew that the in and out at the lane was a bad one, while the fence at ths , road was a "calker." He donbted hlj ability to get over them, and if he succeeded suc-ceeded there was not enough flat for him to overtake the riders ahead. The distant dis-tant whistle of the engine could be heard. It was no aso; they would easily make ic But stop! the white mare had refused at l the first fence of the in and out. He : might overtake them after all. A new ! hope seized him; be spurred on his horse, I I The white mare'B rider wheeled her ! ; Quickly, and with scarely three strides' . ! space lifted her at the fence. The animal j breasted the rails and stood still Again : i her rider turned her, this time starting j ber from a distance and under a rain of I blows. Bob Involuntarily reined his horse I and held his breath. The little arm of i j tho fearless rider fell, the resounding j j blows of the crop ceased; she was steady- , Ing the mare. The speed was terrific, so fast that the animal had no time to refuse, re-fuse, no time to check and rise even. Lifting her legs close uuder her, she made a flying hurdle race leap and cleared, landing far over in tbe lane, co far that she bad not room to rise and take the second fence, the out. Frightened as she 1 was, she tried It, and made an awkward i attempt to back over, breasted the barrier, , and landed exactly on tbe other side, her 1 rider underneath. 1 "Good Godl" exclaimed Bob. He was near enough tn see that the fall wo not a mere spill; It was a regular "crusher;" horse and rider lay quite still. In an instant be had forgotten what brought him where he was; ho forgot that his wife the moment before had been fleeing from him; he had forgot his hatred , for the man she was with Pride, anger, the desire for revenge, were crowded out by one thought the fear that she might be hurt. It seemed as though his horse would never get across the field he was In, the lane. The animal seemed to stand still. He dug his spurs Into tbe beast's sides until bis leers seemed unable to bold him to the saddle; he slashed him with his crop, he shook the lines, he rose In tho saddle involuntarily, In his mad haste to get abend. Ho coaxed, he threatened, and finally settled back in despair. Would he never get across the field? He feltsnro his wife had been badly hurt, fatally, perhaps. per-haps. He saw her mangled form, her : forehead had been gashed. Why bad he spoken harshly to her? He forgot to blame her, nud remembered the past only to reproach himself. He was there at last. Leaping from his horse, he hurriedly climbed the two fences of the lane, and hastened over to tbe prostrate pros-trate form on the other side. The white mare had risen aud stood near by, cowed by the shock of the fall. Minturn was on his knees at the side of the fallen rider. ! He rose as Bob approached. I "It's a biul full," he said; "here's my I flask. I'll try to get a doctor nnd trap of j some kind at the station," and mounting I his horse he put off at full speed. Bob scarcely beard him. He thought I of nothing but the, woman before him. He |