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oF ae | 924 ¢ WEAKER THAN A WOMAN. > bold enough to ask you to interfere. Sir Owen he will go out riding this morning. That is all good and fair, my lady, but he will ride the new hunter Plantagenet, and he is no more fit for it than a child.” “You had better tell him so, Martin,” returned Lady Chevenix. “My lady, I have told him, over and over again. The more I tell him the more he will go.” Lady Chevenix looked helplessly at Felix. ‘Mr. Lonsdale,” she said, “will you go and try to per- suade Sir Owen not to ride that horse?. Itis a highly met: tled animal, and he has never ridden it yet.” Martin touched his forehead to Felix. ‘Tf you could persuade the master to stay at home this morning, you would do him a service, sir,” he said. ‘“In- deed, my lady,” he continued, turning to Lady Chevenix, “Sir Owen could hardly manage Bonwe Bess this morning, his hands are so shaky.”’ “Thank you, Martin,” she SS eionAen “it was very thoughtful of you to come tome. Mr. Lonsdale will follow — you. ?? When the groom had retired she went up to Felix and © laid her hand upon his arm. “T know that you will do your best for me,” she said, pleadingly. ‘You may be sure that I will,” returned Felix, and then he went away. He might as well have appealed to a rock. All that he said, Sir Owen laughed to scorn. “Something happen to me?” he eried. ‘Yes, I know what it will be. I shall come home cured of the ‘blues.’ I am going to gallop dull care away, and Plantagenet shall help me.” Felix looked attentively at the horse. “T was never afraid of a horse yet,” he said, “ but I would not ride that one.” Lady Chevenix, finding that Felix did not return, came to see how matters were progressing. She gave a little cry of alarm when she saw the great powerful hunter, and her husband preparing to mount him. “Owen,” she cried, “‘my dear, do not attempt it. Pray : pray do not.” He felt rather flattered by her evident anxiety, and ouched her face with his lips. “Good-by, Violet. Do not makea scene. I have said mi comicbooks.com