I reckon she would, spite er her gittin' up so in
de worl'; fer she wuz alluz good ter ev'ybody, an'
dat let even ME in," he concluded with a sigh.

"Who is the lady, Tryon?" asked one of the
young men, addressing the knight who had taken
the handkerchief.

"A Miss Warwick," replied the knight
pleasantly, "Miss Rowena Warwick, the lawyer's
sister."

"I didn't know he had a sister," rejoined the
first speaker. "I envy you your lady. There
are six Rebeccas and eight Rowenas of my own
acquaintance in the grand stand, but she throws
them all into the shade. She hasn't been here
long, surely; I haven't seen her before."

"She has been away at school; she came only
last night," returned the knight of the crimson
sash, briefly. He was already beginning to feel a
proprietary interest in the lady whose token he
wore, and did not care to discuss her with a casual
acquaintance.

The herald sounded the charge. A rider darted
out from the group and galloped over the course.
As he passed under each ring, he tried to catch it
on the point of his lance,--a feat which made