Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1873-05-09

open, and several persons were assem-
bled in the parlor.
"Save me ! save me ! VIII no one
save me from this cruel fate? rang in
pleading tones on the evening air.
Peter bolted into the house like light
ming.
In bis wild anxiety, he saw no one but
the lady of his love, and man stand
ing over her with a dagger in his hand.
Miss Delong must have tainted away,
or else the villain had stabbed her, for
she was lying on divan, pale as lily.
Peter rushed up to her, excIaiming:
"Save you Yes, | will save you, tho
ten thousand villains seek your precious
life"
He raised her quickly, and before any
one could comprehend the affair, he bore
her into the street. Here Mr.. Punch
found his charge considerably revived
and desperately determined to be re-
leased.
Fear not, my pretty pink, it is your
own Peter Punch who has saved you.
The villain daren't show his head now"
Then out rushed dozen people of
both sexes.
What are you doing with this lady,
fellow ?" demanded a man of herculean
proportions, whom Peter recognized as
the villain of the dagger.
/ am protecting her from your mur.
derous hand Advance one step and
you are a dead man !" and Peter drew
out and opened huge jack-knife with
one hand, while the other held Miss De
long securely.
You must be an excellent actress
Louisa, said one, "since this fellow took
your distress to be real"
Acting? only acting !" stammered
Peter, releasing Louisa, and pocketing
his knife with a jerk She amt a thea
tire woman, | hope ?"
Not by any means, Mr.. Punch We
we're enacting a tragedy for our own
amusement. viii you come in and wit
ness the last act ?"
Not much, | reckon" muttered Pc
ter, as he put in his best jumps for home
Peter was finally disgusted with him
self
The next day he mounted his wagon
again for a peddling tour. He was plain
ly never int, nded tor a hero, or any
thing but peddler.
He took an unfrequented road, which
led along near the sea, as he wished tC
call at some fishers cabins.
Following bend in the road, he came
in full view of the sea. A woman wa,
at some distance in the water, and seem
ingly struggling for her life.
Peter knew by the hat she wore tha
| it was Louisa Delong.
Peter Punch, you are in luck at last
certain sure. Miss Delong is drownin.
and you must save her. l hope shell
swoon just as reach her. and wake uy
to find me bending lovingly over he
and chatting her hands-that's the wa
the heroes I've read about acted"
As he talked thus, Peter was plungin,
furiously through the water to Miss De
long, who was quite unaware that res
cuer was at hand.
Peter made several lunges at her be
fore he succeeded in getting hold of he
dress and thus drawing her toward him
he bore her in triumph to the beach
notwithstanding violent opposition, &C
companied by hysterical screams fror
the young lady.
Mr.. Punch, this is too outrageous
| demand an explanation |" said she. in
dignantly.
Well, if | had known how you wa
going to take on, should have let yol
drowned few minutes longer There
no credit to be got saving anybody til
they're going down the third time"
AT this ;uncture two elderly ladie
emerged from the water, their garment
dripping with brine.
"What is the meaning of this ?" aske
one of them, sternly.
1t means" says Peter, promptly
that | saved this young woman from
watery grave, and she insults me for it.
=" If he supposed you drowning, Lou
isa, he is pardonable."
Supposed her drowningl And was
possible, then, that she was not-tha
she was only bathing? 1t seemed so in
deed, and Peter marched away crestfal
en- enough. When he reached the spc
where he left his horse, he was not there
and Peter chased him for nearly an houl
his garments feeling heavy and uncou
Portable.
He found the beast, at length, stant
ing quietly before the door of farm
house, and drove him to change hi
clothing.
The would-be hero was confined to th
house for a month with the rheumatisr
after his last attempt at heroism. A
the end of that time he considered him
self cured both of his ailment and hi
love for Louisa Delong, often saying I
himself:
60 Fine feathers make fine BIRDS
Louisa want any prettier in that gra
bathing dress than Charity and the p,
ony red of her cheeks was all washed i
streaks by the waves. Charity don
paint, and, what's more, she don't car
whether Tn hero or not, and mea
to ask her to have me the first time | Sc
her"
| NUTRITIvE MEAT JELLY.-Dr. Anst
in his lectures on diseases of the neryot