The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1878-03-29

md every vase under the root filed
with flowers, Alf drove to the station
10 meet Miss Fairlce by the eleven
o'clock train.
"He must take this wrapper TO pro.
Iect Liy's dress-her travelling cos.
tune is always so exquisite she said,
running to the door just as he started.
She called out, "Oh, ALI, why have
you taken Black Pete I fear Lily
will he afraid to ride behind him."
My brother had harnessed up a 6e
ry-blooled horse he had Just broken
a magnificent creature, whose yer,
whinny Jenny shuddercd at, and sh'
would sooner have been taken to driv,
with whirlwind.
ooh, no, she won't. She isn't I
little scarecrow like you. Miss Fair
lie is a girl of courage
"well, be careful; do he careful
dear Aft"
"Yes, yesl" he answered. lightly
whirling out Of the yard.
The station was half mile away
We could see the train come in across
the level, unbroken country. and, sit
ting on the upper piazza with my
brother, I could follow Black Pet,
along every inch Of the white, wind
ing road.
"You will see him coming back
when the train is in. and you must
tell me II he has got Lily, Esther, )" call
ed Jenny from her room. where she
was putting some last touches to heI
dress-placing a white rose at the
throat, and another in her hair,
think. "You are so sharp-sighted,
you know, and I'm afraid she won't
come
"Chris and Carl will watch. if
don't" laughed, for Carl, the young
est, was in especial killing array. and
his moustache waxed. "You shall be
duly informed, my dear
Soon the train came in, and in a
brief time passed the station.
In moment | could see Alf's car
riage turned towards home.
I did not know what frightened the
horse then, but the next instant | saw
him leap upon his hind feet, and
irantically pawtbe air. Then, in a
flash of time, he was tearing madly up
the road.
My brothers precipitated themselves
to the ground; | think the piazza must
have been fifteen feet from the sward
of the lawn, but they took the lear
without a thought.
AS for me, being woman, | could
do nothing but tremble, weep, and
wiring my hands, | thought.
Not SO Jenny. She sprang out up
on the piazza, and gave one cry
"My baby"
"Ah, heavens above. The dainty
baby-carriage stood at the open road
side, right in the path of the madden
ed animal, the girl having gone few
steps away to gather some clematis.
II was about rod from the house,
in the direction Of the station. and we
could see the little, dimpled, white
hands tossing in the sunshine, while
we knew the terrible horse must reach
the little, helpless thing before we
could.
But Chris tried franueally to save
his pet in the face Of hopelessness.
saw him start towards it, shouting
wildly.
Then Jenny stood beside me, one
little arm extended. There was some
thing in that white, jeweled hand;
did not see what. But a short, sharp
explosion told the story.
A scream broke from my lips, and
my distended eyes saw the horse fall,
and the carriage reel, and then come
to a standstil in the middle Of the
road.
Her aim had been strangely true.
Tho animal had been shot through the
heart, they told me afterwards, and
his reddest blood pooled in the dusty
road.
And Jenny?
l turned and caught her rs she was
sinking senseless upon the floor Of the
piazza.
"The baby-the baby is saved y
The gurgled, as she lapsed into faint,
from which We could not rouse her for
.wo hours.
In few moments All and Miss
Fairlie were in the house. The latter
,roved herself a sensible girl. She
,elped me to lay Jenny ON the bel by
he open window, where we used our
greatest efforts to resuscitate her for a
Ong time.
Poor little Jenny She onened