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lover to-day, which is always a more or less exciting and 

 dangerous procedure for a lady, even in the heart of the 

 country. 



She was discovered, tried to run away, and paid the 

 price of her indiscretions with her life, poor dear. 



"The wages of sin is death"; but she was a lady and a 

 sportswoman, and perhaps sinned not at all. Let's give 

 her the benefit of the doubt and allow her fair name to be 

 set down in the annals of foxhunting as unblemished as 

 that of the dashing Diana for whom she was christened. 



Flirt though she was, she was viewed away, and, with a 

 defiant whisk of her beautiful brush, sailed out the upper 

 side of her lover's home covert, with hounds racing after 

 her over the plough, then, swinging sharply right-handed, 

 crossed the White Horse Road into Mr. Pepper's, fairly 

 flying on through the Delmas Property and, keeping Lock- 

 wood's Hollow on their left, crossed the Leopard Road into 

 Baker's Wood, on through to the lower pasture, where 

 scent must have been very holding, for, with a beautiful 

 cry, hounds raced on over Baker's Corner, and, sinking the 

 valley into Bjornhem, took us through the Calvert Wood 

 to the Wyola Road, where Mrs. Saportas came galloping 

 up to the Master with the information that she had just 

 viewed, but her view proved to be some one's pet pussy; 

 hounds pushing on to the Darby Creek, and, crossing the 

 Happy Creek Meadows, ran on down through the Old 

 Mill into Mrs. John Brown's wood, where poor Lucy was 

 seen making desperate efforts to dodge her blood-thirsty 

 pursuers who were snapping at her heels. She managed to 

 cross the stream and gain the hilltop, but once more in the 

 open the odds were all against her, hounds rolling her over 

 on the McGonigle Farm, after about thirty minutes of 

 very nice work. 



