The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-07-06

with the information that he guessed
she'd have to sit on the track all night.
He had loitered about the place after the
cars left, and, ere long, telegram came
from the next station. There had been
an accident, several persons were slightly
injured killed but the baggage
cars were demolished, and others over
turned and off the track.
Now the scene of this accident was not
quite nine miles distant, and in almost
as many minutes the professor was well
on the road, with the farmers feetest
horse and carriage. He reached the
place without delay, and, surveying the
whole, shivered at the wonderful escape
from death.
| He passed through group after group
of bewildered men and women, some
stunned or fainting, some rushing hither
and thither. Big drops of rain were
falling, and the night coming on fast.
The women and children were crowd
ing into the upright cars, and babies
were screaming Justify.
He found Miss Emerson, pale and
trembling, standing, with her hands still
clasped, apart from all the rest. He for
got everything but her escape and her
helplessness, and cried out
"My poor child How you have been
frightened! You are not hurt Come
and let me take you right home |"
She blushed rose-red through her late
palior, or flushed with anger, and said,
coolly: 81 shall do very well here.
"Where 2"
"Why, here-until the cars are
ready"
"They may not be ready for hours. ("
!" can wait. "
At that blast of wind nearly tore her
shawl from her, and made her stagger to
keep her equilibrium.
EBut there is storm coming you
must not. I have carriage here
This well-bred young lady was actually
guilty of saying
eco home in it, then !"
GO will when I have persuaded you to
go Also"
Once more she refused, while he
urged, and finally entreated. The rain
increased, the cars were already filled,
and yet her slender form swayed in the
wind, and her spirit was as unyielding
as ever.
The professor hesitated only a second
longer then gently, but firmly, as If
she had been a little girl, he lifted her in
his arms, fastened to the carriage, and.
springing in beside her, covered her well
from the rain, and started for home.
Not one word did she speak but he
did. In college life Professor Jim had
always been noted for his logical argu-
ments, and now he pleaded his own case
well, as they drove through the lonesome
woods.
Silence herself could not have remained
more mute than that Boston lady. When
they were on the last mile, he thought
he ought to have melted stone, and
opened the lips of the Sphinx herself.
AS he helped her from the carriage, he
grew desperate, and whispered:
CIVIL you not tell me-, by just one
word, if am forgiven
The heart of that young lady, who
could not kill butterfly, relented, and
she said, eyes. {"
"Jim" was tenderly kissing the little
right hand that had held the insect when
Mrs. Wilbor enlightened the scene with
tallow candle, which blew out in the
wind.
The next day, however, he did, as
Dickens fat boy said, "worser nor
that :" for Mrs. Wilbor saw him through
a crack in the sitting room door, end q
two hour interview by kiss, as she told
her own spouse, "square on Miss Elmer
sons lips Think of that, now !"
"I have thought, said her phlegmatic
lord. "That's nothin'. saw from the
first it would be go !"