T -shes that fringed the stream he
heard the baying hounds burst into
the firs. He heard the leader's bay
change into a whine and knew that
his pursuers were at fault Red Fox
showed his teeth once more, thi5
time in another laugh. He had baffled
them, as the wise old fox haddone so
many times before.
The ground sloped sharply toward
the brook. Red Fox, still swimming,
saw the two horses stop on the verge.
The man pulled back his animal, but
the girl's horse, slipping on the wet
bank, fell over, pinning her beneath
Instantly the man leaped to the
ground and holding the reins round
his arm, bent over the other.
"Muriel! Are you hurt? Are you
hurt, dear?" he asked in anxious
But the girl did not answer him.
The horse had fallen upon her arm
and shoulder, bruising them badly.
She had fainted from the pain.
The man knelt at her side. He
sprang to his feet again, filled his hat
at the stream, and, returning, began
spnnghng water into her face. She
sighed, and at length opened her eyes.
"Muriel! Muriel dear! I have been
a beast!' exclaimed the man. "Can
you ever forgive me? I loved you all
Her lips were quivering, but more
from mental than from physical pain.
"You told me I was a hard, cruel
woman, Arthur!" she sobbed.
"I was mad. You are an angel,
Muriel. Forgive me! Say that you
will forgive me!"
"Do you love me, Arthur? Do you
really love me, after all?" Her voice
was piteous. "Arthur, I couldn't live
unless you loved me."
He had extricated her from under
the animal, which now scrambled to
its feet and stood looking down upon
them. He raised the girl and drew
her into his arms.
"I love you forever and ever,
dear," he said.
She leaned her head upon his
shoulder. Their lips met The man
took something from his pocket and
slipped it back into its accustomed
place. It encircled the girl's finger,
and the diamond solitaire sparkled
Suddenly the girl pointed into the
"Look! Look, Arthur!." she ex
claimed. "The little rascal! I haven't the
heart to call the hounds," answered
the man. ,
And Red Fox, still untaken, loped
homeward at an easy gait Once
more he had saved that splendid fur
and brush, and with his .pads he de
licately wiped the water from the
mask which was not yet hanging in
some huntsman's hall.
AMERICAN WEDS IN ENGLISH
Charles C. Loring of Boston Am
bassador W. H. Page's new son-in-aw.
Loring married Miss Katherine
Page at St James Palace, London,
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Teacher Joe, can you give me a
Joe No, but I'd-like to! . 1
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