izo Sallie Russell 



saddle-horses in the region. And all this without the 

 least harshness or unkindness, but in a way that made 

 it a pleasure for both concerned. 



But a bright and vivacious young lady can hardly 

 be expected to be wholly satisfied with the love of a 

 horse. It is all very well as far as it goes, and may 

 be a source, undoubtedly, of much genuine happi- 

 ness, but the happiness would be all the greater for 

 having someone to share it with her some agreeable 

 young man, for example. And the young man came 

 came unexpectedly and romantically; came riding a 

 fine horse to hounds; came limping up to the paddock 

 after putting a bullet through the brain of his noble 

 animal that had fallen and broken a leg on the high 

 stone wall just back of the meadow. Southern hospi- 

 tality made Helen courteous; something she could not 

 understand made her strangely shy. Perhaps it was 

 the earnest way in which the stranger looked at her; 

 perhaps it was the discovery of a hitherto unknown 

 realm in her nature. The liniments applied by the 

 stranger appeared to help him wonderfully, and yet he 

 seemed fearful of moving too much, and so accepted 

 an invitation to rest the remainder of the day. And 



