Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1872-01-26


still. With a sick sensation of terror
jamie leaned out of the window.
Through the frosty freshness of the
night air came perceptibly to her senses
that peculiar odor of chloroform. The
coachman had fallen from his box, and
lay like one dead on the roadside, the
reins trailing beneath the hoofs of the
docile horses; while the outside passen-
ger had descended, and hurrying round
to the coach door, flung it open, with a
hoarse exultant sound, like laugh. The
lantern that he carried displayed his
evil, triumphant face, in fact he made no
attempt to hide it any longer.
| He turned savagely TO the other pas
senger, giving her arm pull to expe-
dite her descent, the old woman totteriDg
uncertainty to her feet, hesitated an in
slant on the step of the coach. Thenext
instant blow-short sharp and sudden
descended directly between Lindley Greys
eyes and he fell like log on the road
The bombazine cloak fell off the square
wicket basket rolled to the ground.
Here, coachman, up with you p
crieo a clear, manly voice to the bewild-
ed Jehu, who was just raising himselfon
one elbow, and staring vaguely around !;
help me to tie the rascal hand and foot
He won't get up again in hurry, unless
my right hand has forgotten its cunning
but i. is Just as well to make sure of the
villain"
Where am I? What happened ?"-
cried The man.
You have been drugged, but you're
all right now. Come, up with you, and
bear hand here"
"What are you going TO do with him ?"
demanded the man, as be obeyed, not
without difficulty.
Leave him here by the roadside; he
won't take cold, I'll venture TO say =
There, he's safe enough now! Jump up
on your box and drive on !"
Can / thrash him first?" demanded
the Jehu, growing irate as he recovered
his dazed senses.
No, he's sufficiently punished drive
on, | say y
But where's the old woman? She
hain't gone on broomstick! And where
did you drop from p
The tall stranger laughed. Il am the
old woman"
The man mounted his box not quite
certain whether he was in the land Of
enchantment or not, and jamie still Sob
bing hysterically, found herself clasped
in a tender hold.
jamie, my dear, don't cry SO bitterly
| You are safe now.'
sob, Pierre, what would have hap
pened to me if you had not been wiser
than II"
III nothing had happened toyou jamie, ;"
hesaid, "you would never have known who
was your fellow traveller. As matters
have transpired, l can but thank the
merciful Providence, that through the
medium of troubled dream. was so
clearly pointed out to me my path of du.
ty."
As Raymond had expected, when they
eached Darnellsdale, Janie's step-moth-
er was found in the most perfect health,
and surprised enough to see herhusband's
daughter so pale and travel-worn.
A few days however, brought her spir-
its up, and the young folks spent hap
py New Year at the old farm house.
! jamie Martin returned to the city once
again TO be married to Pierre Raymond,
and from that day and hencefortb, neilh-
er of them ever saw or heard of Lind
ley Grey.
But although they stoughtly declare
tnat they are not believers in old time
superstitions, they are both slightly in
clined toput faithin the fantastic proph-
estes of dreams.