The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1873-06-19

save them. On they came, and Petel
made for the bridle-bit, but missing It
| he was thrown down, and the wheels
passed over his coat-tail.
"Are you hurt, Mr.. Punch?" asked
the sweet voice of Miss belong from
the seat in the buggy, which had come
| to . standstill, .lr~r rES
"No ma'am, not q bit; and lshouldn'!
mind It if was, I'm SO glad I've saved
your life" I Y w -
/ "Saved my life, Mr.. Punch! In what
way? Your conductstruck us as some
thing very strange" said the lady: .
"Do you see that bridge yonder? Il
II hadn't stopped that runaway team
you would be soaking in the bottom OF
the river. r4
A merry laugh from both ladies rang
out on the air.
"Why, bless your simple soul, Mr.
Punch, the horses weren't running away
Weewere in q hurry to reach the depot
before the train leaves-that was all. -
And with that the ladies drove on
again. faster than before, leaving Peter
to sneak off home, feeling, as he ex-
pressed it,, as though he had been
caught in a henroost." Bat he did not
give up the notion of becoming a hero.
lie felt sure he would yet have an OPP
portunity, and resolved to watch for it.
One evening he was passing the house
where Miss belong was staying, when
her voice, talking in pleading tone,
reached his ears. The windows were
open, and several persons were assem-
bled in the parlor.
"Save me! save me! Will no one
save me from this cruel fate?" rang iii
pleading tones on the evening air.
Peter bolted into the house like light
ming.
In his wild anxiety he saw no one
but the lady Of his love, and man
standing over her with a dagger in his
hand. ~r
Miss Deloug had tainted away, or
else the villain had stabbed her, for
she was lying on . divan, pale as q
lily. Peter rushed up to her, exclaim-
ing:
"Save you! Yes, l will save you,
though 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 released.
"Fear not, my pretty pink, it is your
own Peter Punch who has saved yon.
The villain daren't show his head now"
Then ont 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.
II am protecting her from your mur.
derous hand. Advance one step and
you are q dead man," and Peter drew
out and opened huge jack-knife with
one hand, while the other held Miss
Dclong securely. >.res., 81
'fYou must be an excellent actress,
Louisa" said one, "sincc this fellow
took your distress to be real"
w." Acting? only acting?" stammered
Peter. releasing Louisa, and pockctinp
his knife with a Jerk. "She ain't theatre
woman, ] hopeF 3 70
1 "Notby any means, Mr.. Punch; we
were enacting a tragedy for our own
amusement Will you come in and
witness the last acty" gut7tf3,e,e.
"Not much, / reckon" muttered Pc
ter, as he put in his best jumps for home
Peter was finally Disguised with him.
self. '3a'i,-.-.. 1888. .'s.5.' f. -''si' i@
The next day he mounted his wagon
again for a peddling tour. He was
plainly never intended for hero, or
anything but peddler. q
; He took an unfrequepted road, which
led along near the sea, and he wished
to call at some fishers cabins.
2 Following q bend in the road, he
came in full view Of the sea. A woman
was at some distance in the water, and
seemingly struggling for her life.
Peter knewsby the hat she wore that
it was Louisa belong.
"Peter Punch, you are in luck at
last, certain sure. Miss belong isl
drowning, and you must save her. II