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Cupid’s Arrow

Kitty Beighton enters an archery contest where the prize is one very beautiful bracelet and one very ugly Commissioner.

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1889
In the Time of

Queen Victoria 1837-1901

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Cupid’s Arrow

By John Leech (1817–1864), via Wikimedia Commons. Licence: Public domain. Source
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‘The Fair Toxophilites’ by John Leech (1817–1864). Kipling says that his story took place ‘in an almost pre-historic era in the history of British India’, not (he indicates) the 1840s when archery enjoyed a renaissance in Britain, but some sixty years earlier. Such was the vogue, that when the Toxophilite Society was founded in London in 1781, George, the Prince of Wales, agreed to act as Patron, and archery was one of the few sports that society allowed women of gentle birth to indulge in.

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By John Leech (1817–1864), via Wikimedia Commons. Licence: Public domain.

‘The Fair Toxophilites’ by John Leech (1817–1864). Kipling says that his story took place ‘in an almost pre-historic era in the history of British India’, not (he indicates) the 1840s when archery enjoyed a renaissance in Britain, but some sixty years earlier. Such was the vogue, that when the Toxophilite Society was founded in London in 1781, George, the Prince of Wales, agreed to act as Patron, and archery was one of the few sports that society allowed women of gentle birth to indulge in.

Introduction

Kitty Beighton has entered an archery contest in Shimla. First prize, officially, is a diamond bracelet. Unofficially, it is Commissioner Barr-Saggott. Mrs Beighton wants Kitty to win; young Cubbon of the Dragoons definitely doesn’t. But Kitty’s first shot has hit in the gold and unwisely, Barr-Saggott (already no oil painting) allows himself a smirk...

I WISH I could describe the scene that followed. It was out of the ordinary and most improper. Miss Kitty fitted her arrows with immense deliberation, so that every one might see what she was doing. She was a perfect shot; and her 46-pound bow suited her to a nicety. She pinned the wooden legs of the target with great care four successive times. She pinned the wooden top of the target once, and all the ladies looked at each other. Then she began some fancy shooting at the white, which, if you hit it, counts exactly one point. She put five arrows into the white. It was wonderful archery; but, seeing that her business was to make “golds” and win the bracelet, Barr-Saggott turned a delicate green like young water-grass. Next, she shot over the target twice, then wide to the left twice — always with the same deliberation — while a chilly hush fell over the company, and Mrs Beighton took out her handkerchief.

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