The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-10-25
EBENsBURG, THURSDAY, OCTOBER Is, Is4e.

for the shoes, she asked her companion in
a low vioce in Italian
is he not beautiful
Grace pretended not to hear, SO as to
make no reply; but fash of mischief
lighted up the face of the clerk, so bright
and irresistible that the color ON the spea-
ker's cheek grew rosy-and that color
grew roster sill when he replied in the
same language, with slight bow
Thanks, dear lady
Smiling at her own blunder, and quite
confused, the young girl turned away, and,
followed by her friend, crossed the side
walk and was in the;street; too much alb
sorbed in he wonder and embarrassment,
Of hearing the terrified voice of Grace cal
ling her back, Of whom she was few spa
ces in advance.
4 span of frightened horses with car
riage attached were rushing directly to-
wards her. They were but few leaps
from the beautiful girl, when she heard the
cries of many and the crushing of the We
hicle. Turning her head she beheld them
leaping and rushing so near-it seemed as
if she was already beneath the feet of the
terrified animals. She could not fly, but
stood suddenly still with her hands clasped
Deaf, blind, and motionless with sudden
terror, she heard nothing till low, earnest
voice uttered fervently-
Thank Godl'
Opening her eyes she met those deep
ones of the stranger, and tainted in the
strong arms which had grasped her from
destruction.
At this moment the carriage of the Mel
lens came up, and stopped, as the ladies
had directed the coachman to call for them
there. The clerk lifted the insensible girl
in, and also Grace, and then by invitation,
entered himself, and the coachman drove
towards home.
So absorbed was he in his lovely charge
that they had nearly arrived there before
the stranger noticed who was in the car
riage.
4 viii not betray you,' he heard low
voice say, and for the first time remember
ed that he had seen his companion before.
'Why, G race Wells, how came you here?
did not
sHush!' she interrupted him, putting
her small hand over his lips, Il viii keep
your secret just then the long lashes of
the swooning girl unclosed.
The motion of the carriage had revived
her, and though she was very week from
fright yet she was able to sit up with the
assistance of her friend Grace, and to thank
her preserver with eloquent lips, and yet
more eloquent eyes.
When they were at length arrived, and
the clerk had assisted Madeline to the door
she looked pleading at Grace, who smiled
encouragingly, and then asked her preser-
yer to come in.
Not now,' he said, 'tilI you are rested,
you must feel very weary Miss here
he paused.
.Mellen,' murmured Madeline, and as she
spoke the name, Grace glanced with look
of triumph at the stranger.
Il will call, Miss Mellen, when you have
recovered from the fatigue, and bring with
me the shoes which you lost in your
terror said the clerk with smile, and re-
tired.
He did come that evening. The ladies
were by chance alone. Never was al
evening passed so happily between stran-
gers before. Beside the intelligence, beau
ty and refinement of all = something
would speak out in the glowing cheek:
| and timid eyes of the young Madeline
and in the eloquent face of her preserver
! that told great deal more than their lips
! told.
Ifhe is a shoemaker, he is true, noble
! man. murmured the sweet maiden as she
nestled to sleep on the bosom of Grace.
'Oh! yes!' was the sleepy reply of tha
young girl.
And perhaps this story will be kind OF
| French after all