Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-01-19
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of the head, look of polite incredulity
that is all.
"Do you not care2" he asks.
His appealing eyes searched her face.
1t does not change. Beautiful. impertur-
! bable, the sentence written there never
| varies. His unsteady fingers dropped the
ring; but he lets it lie, half buried in q
! tleecy rug. Then, with set, stern look
he sets his foot upon it, bows slightly,
and walked from the room.
He leaves the house, passing the win
dow to gain the road, but looking neither
to the right nor to the left
His head is erect, his hands are out of
the loose pockets. For once startling
transformation, young Mat Curtis looks
positively dignifed.
And as he vanishes as startling trans
| formation takes place in the room he has
quilted. Miss Bellue proves herself a
woman, and not a queen, by series OF
actions essentially feminine.
First she rescues the bent love- toxic n
from the floor; then she kisses it and cries
over it; then she locks it away carefully
In writng-desk; then she rushes up
stairs to watch her lover out of sight from
an upper window.
For a quarter Of mile or SO she watch
ed hlm,a retreating figure, growing small
er and smaller in the distance He never
once looked back; the regular march of
his step never faltered: a turn Of the road
hid him from sight. Miss Bellue sat
! down On the floor a most undignifcd
position-and cried till her pretty eyes
were red and swollen.
sit is all over'' she moaned--"all
over"
i i = =;
| Fire! Fire!"
Mat sprang from his bed, and, with
professional expertness struck light,
tumbled into some clothes, and rushed
from the house.
No need to ask whence the alarm pro-
ceedcd; the fierce pillar of flame and the
red glow in the sky were beacons toward
which he ran at headlong speed, with
one thought in his mind, II pray heaven
it may not be the rectory''
'Where is it?'' he shouted to two Ia.
borers, tagging al2ng as swiftly as heavy
boots and ponderous habits of progress
sion would let them.
| dIucI Joyce 5, sur.
GARNER Joyces! Thank heaven The
next house to the rectory, but not near
enough to endanger It'll"
Mats suspense gave place to a thrill
OF almost pleasurable excitement; it was
his "mad young blood asserting itself
Dashing through gateway, he almost
ran over girl, bareheaded, wringing hel
hands in impotent anxiety. It was Miss
Bellue.
eco back al once" commanded Mat
CURLY. "Put On hat, and the thickest
shawl you have"
The panic-stricken girl obeyed MOI
till afterwaad did it occur to her he had
no right to issue such instructions.
! When she returned it was to find Mat.
thew Curtis, Esq, M. D., in the center Of
a burning pig-stye, pitching out squeak
ing, halt-roasted porkers.
"Just my luckp' he grumbled, examin-
ing his scorched fingers. eff they had
been babies, now, ] might have gained
some credit at the same risk.'
''The stable is a fire, sur!'
"What!" shouted Mat, He did not
wait for the information to be repeated.
appeal to his sympathies that sent him
round Intervening outbuildings in state
OF breathless suspense.
It was true. The stable was on fire
the horses were screaming with terror
two or three rustics were making excited
and trultless attempts to drag them out
attempts the poor animals resisted
with all their might. A little crowd of
men looked on idly and dsspairingly.
"Jim, run into the barn and get three
or four empty sacks and rope. Quick!''
eyes, SURF
By drawing a sack over each animals
head and ne elk, thus blindfolding it; by
passing rope round the fore!sGeggs and set
! ting strong arms to haul, and by a little
organization of brave but until then i'll. ap.
plled efforts, a rescue was effected. All
! the horses were saved except one poor
brute smothered by the smoke.
Farmer Joyce came up, with a grimy
hand extended in honest gratitude.
"Thank you kindly, sir. I don't mind
for the ricks and the buildings they are
insured; but it went to my heart to hear
them poor bruteS scream"
Mat gave his left hand-the right one
was bound up with a handkerchief. The
old rector joined them, Miss Bellue lean
ing On his arm.
''The danger is over now, Joyce, I
think. Mat, come across with me.'
Mat glanced at the averted face of the
young lady, and misconstrued it. She
was, in truth, ashamed to meet his eve.
The contrast between his GOODNESS and
courage and her physical cow&rdice hum
bled her.
Il have burnt my hand and arm slight
ly-just my luckH' said Mat. II must
go home at once to dress them.'
He took off his hat as he spoke, awk-
wardly enough, with the left hand, and
turned away.
"He is a fine fellow, Agnes, that lover
of yours" said the recter; shut his man
ner is rather abrupt tonight. What ails
him?"
"Never mind, papa--never mind"
There was kind of wall in Miss Bel
lue's voice.
"a lovers quarrel" thought the rector,
sagely. "Then my attitude must be one
of dignifed neutrality-my policy non
intervention;" and he laughed quietly to
himself at the conceit.
Mat was dressing his burns in the sur
gerry when the outer door opened and his
father entered.
"Halloo, father Who called you up
It was my turn tonight"
It should be explained that "young Mat
Curtis aud "the old DOCTOR were part
ners.